The air bites with twenties-degree teeth, mountains wear their snowy crowns, and winter whispers its frosty arrival. But before we surrender to hibernation, the Missoula Cyclocross Series roars one last time, leaving its racers honed and hungry for bigger challenges. Portland Grand Prix, Nationals – bring it on! Me? Well, unless someone’s offering a first-class ticket and an endless buffet, I’ll be cheering from the sidelines.
Tonight’s race is my personal “pain cave” expedition, a final shot at that sweet, sweet “loaf of bread” (translation: podium finish, for all you non-cyclists). Come cheer me on at Fort Missoula, 6 pm sharp! Let’s send off the season in style.
But amidst the pre-race jitters, a curious thought wanders in: what are the mules up to? Are they training for their own winter Olympics of hay bale rolling and carrot-munching competitions? The world may never know, but hey, a man can dream (or maybe it’s the pre-race nerves talking).
So, Missoula, bundle up, grab your cowbells, and let’s raise a cheer for one last cyclocross hurrah! And who knows, maybe the mules will make a surprise appearance to witness the glorious (or gloriously muddy) finale. See you there!
P.S. Any bets on the mules’ preferred winter sport? My money’s on synchronized napping in a sunbeam-soaked field.
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