Between bouts of working for The Man today I rolled over to Palmer Park to check out the 24 Hours of Colorado Springs, otherwise known as the USA Cycling 24-Hour Mountain Bike National Championships.
I couldn’t stay long, and I didn’t see much. Frankly, it didn’t look like there was much going on for an event that supposedly attracted more than 200 riders. But it is a 13.5-mile course with a shitload of technical bits, and I suppose folks could get spread out a bit. I’ve certainly found myself spread out more than once while riding Palmer Park.
I took a couple of snaps of riders descending a nice rocky bit near Austin Bluffs Parkway and Union Boulevard, but decided to spare one weary-looking woman the paparazzo treatment after she dismounted to gingerly walk the descent, saw me and my camera, and moaned: “Oh, man, don’t take a picture of me walking my bike. That’s just cruel.”
Mad Blog Media 
Calling it Nationals doesn’t make it THE Nationals -everyone knows and respects the winners at Moab as the National Champs.
Ciao tutti from Viterbo, Italy where we lived for a few months back in 2010. First blog post from l’Eroica is up over at the CycleItalia blog. Way big fun there amici! This event reminded both Harry & Leather why we took up this cycling thing so many years ago. Something about riding an ancient bike on a variable surface while wearing old-time clothing takes most of the pretension and attitude out of road cycling I guess. We’re already thinking about how we can get some period-correct machines and enjoy more of these events, which are springing up all over Italy like the Gran Fondo idea did years ago. We have a week or so here to visit before heading back north and over to Lake Como to await the Tour of Lombardy race — for those guys it won’t be fun and games to go with their sweat and toil, not to mention no food stops for Tuscan ribollita and Chianti!
“Gravitationally Challenged-” I resemble that remark 😉 Too many IPA’s not enough intervals…or, well any intervals for that matter
Okay O’G I am officially calling BS on this “gravitationally challenged” thing you keep insisting on. The poor sap in the photo above might be however the photo you published Sept. 1 of some dude in a MDM jersey is definitely NOT phat, fat or overweight by that much. What gives hombre?
Perhaps it’s just his muse (and one cat) that is overly large?