Looking for a ride to Staten Island this Saturday.

I'm signed up for the 8:45AM and 9:45AM races.

Will be happy to ride either, will probably not do both... but then again, maybe I will.

Me a bicycle and a maybe a camera.

thanks!

Eloy
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eloy@groovylab.com
347.225.1058

Anyone know if Myles is involved with the course design again this year? I need to know if I should bring my caribeeners and assorted top-rope climbing gear to get over his barriers and down/up his global warming, cliff-like shore side erosion run-up.

@Eloy...if I'm traveling solo to the race (not sure what the wife's plans are), and I can borrow JP's bike rack, you can ride with me in my rental car. I'll let you know as soon as I know though for sure.

P.S. What's with the Cat 4 field filling up? Good thing I'm old too.

Thanks, Mark & Jim.

Jim let me know your email so we can coordinate. My email: eloy@groovylab.com 347.225.1058

THANKS!

Eloy

Jim, email sent. Thanks!

(Another long one...sorry. My wife's the editor in the family and she ain't here to help.)

The last time I got a front row call-up--I kind of sucked-it hard and finished in the 30s.

Today's state championship master's race was a combination of category 2, 3 and 4, 35+, 45+ and 55+ age categories (plus one, according to crossresults, renegade Cat 1 who slipped into our race). A smaller field than the usual one hundred plus racers who show up for the Verge and Mac series events, but the addition of higher category old guys, and a really well-done course revise would ensure that this race would be fiercely competitive regardless of lack of tonnage.

Heavy rains not only mysteriously washed away a major stream/pond, but parts of last year's course are now eligible for EPA protected marshland status. Fortunately all around cross super stud, Kissena’s Myles Romanow (seriously, if that guy had time to ride his bike more than 3 times a month, he would literally be one of the best crossers in the region) had no problems taking last years course adding 150 more twists and turns to the grassy power sections of the race and could be seen with an enormous turbo-charged leaf blower/jet pack before the first race of the day making sure everything was safe and ready to make us hurt real good.

As I lined up, I took a quick glance around and spied Kissena studs everywhere. My brothers in battle. Eloy Anzola, pimping the white sunglasses, back in action after a break from the racing scene, mild-mannered Jim "look out, because I will sneak up and crush you" Nelson, David "No weather is too cold to ride" Stokes, Ben "crushes his pre-race crossresults.com predictions, always" Reid, and Dusan "Dan" Strika. Our kung-fu grips were strong and our guns were ready to go fully automatic. Seek and destroy, baby, seek and destroy.

The whistle blows, and we're out of the saddle charging hard to the first grassy turn. I think I'm good until I pull up and my knee swings higher than a Rockette’s silky smooth thigh at the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. I'm not clipped in. (If I have one complaint about Crank Brother pedals, is that their cleat engagement can only be described as "mushy," making it hard to know when you are locked and loaded). Riders fly by. Ben, Jim and David are well positioned going into the first set of barriers.

I regroup, leap over the barriers and start crushing it as hard as I can. Hit the pavement and I crank it a notch or two higher. The longer the race goes on, the harder it is to pass. The beach run is fast approaching. Despite an acceptable pre-ride, I didn't really test where and when I should dismount setting up for the run AT RACE PACE. Coming in a little hot, my feet slip a bit on a fine layer of sand-dusted concrete slap before I drop fully into beach-blanket bingo land. The run feels slow and drifting left of the beaten path yields nothing more than riders running by me. It's just as slow on the outside line. I’m aggressively charging up the stairs and now 4th or 5th wheel.

Solid, but not great through the twisty bits, riders are passing me in the first couple of laps. I hear a familiar and normally comforting voice shout out with a hint of panic."9th place! You are in 9th place.” Sarah is worried. I am too. Last week in Northampton, I was 10th wheel going into the upper deck, and faded over the race to 31st place.

Riders were fast getting away from me and there were too many fighter jets closing down my rear quarters. I rocket off the curb onto a paved stretch. After burners lit, I take a calculated risk on what appeared to be an impossible (at my current speed) left handed turn. Impossible…if I stuck to the pavement that is. Myles cleverly left a patch of grass tape free on the apex of the turn, and I bombed through the grass, briefly back onto pavement and back onto grass again. G-forces tried to force me straight into course tape and a stack of spare wheels in the pit. I leaned hard and heavy on my bike left, made the turn keeping 90% of my entrance speed. Yikes. I wish I tried that during the first two laps.

Riders are coming back, I’m passing again. There’s good flow on the new backside entrance to the mountain bike section, and despite all kinds of roots and rocks, I keep it going. Photographer crouched on the right, yellow tape is down and flying around. I go straight, when a hard right handed root climb is what’s required. Foot down. Where’s the course?! Riders passing me by again. I jump back on track, under the tape and start riding again.

Up the run-up, I’m find the courage to ride the rooty off camber stuff this year. Full of bravado, I spent two laps trying to ride the steep climb after the off-camber. Thwarted by a wall of roots 6/8 of the way up that knocked me off my bike repeatedly, I let my ego go and ran it for the final laps of the race.

The last two laps of the race, I can feel the stench of jet-fueled riders bearing down on me. Last time up the mostly smooth single track, I’m out of the saddle, getting smacked by thorny branches, but avoiding sharp roots. Down a short descent, I’m braking too much, but I’m scared to dump it on a fast right hander. Back on pavement, over the grass, then a deceptively fast gentle left turn past a starting shoot that tricked me into unnecessary breaking for far too many laps. Cross the finish line clear of my chasers, but unfortunately, nowhere close to my “chasees” either.

6th place overall. 2nd cat 4. If I was a smidge better, and a bit luckier 4th or 5th would have been possible. 1st, 2nd and 3rd were on a totally different level. There was no catching them.

The rest of the guys had good days too. I look forward to reading their reports. Great day, topped off by a Waffle-n-Dinge for brunch. My dinges of choice were ice cream, strawberries and Belgian chocolate sauce. Divine. Best $6 I spent all year.

Got to SI around noonish , saw Patrick, got signed in. Got some warmups in, double up recon in the back section per wdc, circled around. Confusion abound over the start time . 2? 2:15 ?

Ripping through the parking lot at 2:04, realize there is no one around, look up and see everyone at the start, which was NOT where i expected it. Would have been helpful to watch another race to see the start moved compared to last year. Made it just on time. Lined up with Jules/Jeff W/Sanossian/Patrick and i think that was it for the cat 4. Was wondering where Jim Nelson was, but now i see he rode the state champ race from reading above.

Got # 444. Mid pack start. Had an ok sprint but was traffic boxed in. Had my fiance Alice + two friends and their baby in the crowd. Had to fight hard and put on a good show for them. Traffic at the barriers. Pass some folks on the way to the beach. Bad transition to the beach, determined to pass some folks on the run. Lock up wheels with some dude as I pass him. Oh shit. Get loose, apologize (in cross..I know, bad Joshua), turn around and it's Jeff. Sorry dude. Made it up the stairs and Jeff flies away impressively. Hammering my brains out, making sure I stay with folks, passing a couple on the way in open areas.

Traffic jam at the little dip thing by the pits, people had no balls and were literally stopping. The space was open, they needed to rip it. Yelled "keep moving", get a funky look or two. Keep hammering, maybe possibly over exerted myself, I start getting passed by folks I know i should be able to keep up with. Some the yellow shirted nemesis of mine from Whirlybird.

By the end of lap 2 i am hurting, but i know i have some folks behind me (how many...ummm?) and I have now lost my people in front of me...I am in no mans land. Hammer hammer hammer, Pete Seeger would be proud, loving the encouragment from Ks all over the course, and the little tips (bigger gear ! Big ring on the flats, etc, they are 10 seconds up, get em! etc ) .

Heard my name once or twice from the announcer...shocked by that one. My friends were cheering for me but afraid to distract me, they mumbled something like "don't look over here Josh!" . I didn't. Finished my lap 3 right ahead of the leader finishing lap 4. So I got lapped in the final lap. Go go go. Feel like I am having the race of my life, but am totally shelled, and not able to tell which side people are on as they pass. Had one dude yell at me to get out of the way..I am like "where are you..tell me which way to move!" . I had dark shades on and still kept getting sun in my eyes. Overcooked a few turns too, Myles telling me to get back on my bike son or something like that (I am slow, but I never was off Mr Myles).

Jules yells encouragement as he approaches to lap me near the Pond. I was shocked, dude could talk. I wasn't coherent. Finished lapped but not "P&P" ie pulled. I didn't get into their 80% timing.

Eventually results go up, Jules tells me "your not last..83 of 84". I am SHOCKED. Ends up, they put me plus one other lapped guy under all the pulled folks. Ragot tells me to talk to the officials. I ask Dave, Dave says I should be pushed up, I talk to Alan, he is not sure, some conversing amongst officials goes on, and I get CORRECTED. 68 of 84. Happier then a pig in shit. Off to pals house for shower + recovery + forum time. See you all in Cunningham and then Super Cross.

@Joshua...great job. (and great read) You really turned yourself inside out, and were rewarded with an excellent placing!

I took 5th in the B's. Probably my best race of the season.

Got a 2nd row start and put myself into the top 6 or 7 right from the start. After the beach run I found myself in front rather easily but on a section of the course that was different from last year and that I didn't have a chance to pre-ride. I allowed myself to fall back a bit as an RIT rider took a flyer off the front. An Adler guy went in hot pursuit but I thought it was too early. At the back of the front group I was struggling a bit on the roots and was tiring quickly. 6 or so got away. I battled with a few other guys in a 2nd group as the eventual 1st and 2nd place winners got across to the front group. About lap 2.5 the lead group was big and I didn't have a chance at catching them, but the early eager beavers (RIT / Adler) were coming back to me. I caught them as a Hudson Furniture Guy (Van Winkle) very strong, was catching me. I was hoping I'd hitch a ride on his wheel with 2.5 to go and he'd bring me back to the front. No such luck as he was dead.

Coming into the last lap I prepared for a sprint but suddenly the Hudson guy sat up a bit. Hmm. Playing it coy for the sprint? No chance for games as another rider was close behind. I charged by him and sprinted solo without looking back. Turns out, he puked on himself in the last section and lost some focus. Hah.

5th place got me some nice creams and lotions, as well as some stumptown coffee that ragot strong armed from me.

Very happy with the result but wish I was a bit stronger and more skilled on the technical sections. 14 spots higher than crossresults predicted.

I lined up a few hours later for the Elite race. It was brutal.

I felt ok for 3 laps or so, then the back was aching and I couldn't do it anymore. Stokes gave me some beer hand-ups which were well received. Brooklyn Lager? Tasty. I finished DFL, but did beat 2 DNF's so 2 spots better than my cross results prediction.

I lined up in the 3rd row for the Cat 2/3/4 Masters race at 8:45. The whistle blew and I moved up quickly, slotting myself into 5th position as we came around the first couple turns. I was feeling good and very happy with my position. Over the barriers and then someone I caught my foot or leg on my rear break arm and sent it into the wheel. Shit. Stopped to pull it out and by the time I get going again 10 seconds later I'm in 2nd to last. Oh man, not how I wanted to start but I tried to calm my nerves and concentrate on taking good lines and passing at every opportunity.

I move up quickly to about the middle of the race in the first two laps. Alot of the guys in the back of the race were not aggressive and would give me their line if I just looked like I was going to take it. Worked for me. With 3 laps to go the announcer says that the group ahead of me is the second chase group on the road so my goal then becomes to work my way through that group and drop them. It takes two laps but I do it and now figure I'm about 10th. I hear someone come up behind me and I figure it must be one of the guys I just passed getting a second wind. Just before the woods I minorly fumble a turn and the guy comes by me. It's Chad form NYVelo who apparently was in the top 5 and had a mechanical and chased back to me. I try to stay with him but in the end I came in about 5 seconds back but well clear of any other chasers.

Turns out I was 13th. Fine. Think I could have been top ten without the mechanical but happy enough with the result. I was 50 seconds behind Marc who got 6th so those 7 places were only spread out by 6-7 seconds each.

Made a beer run and hung out in the sun. A great day at the races.

Josh,

GREAT TO HEAR (I also thought that number sounded fishy) and great to read. You totally buried it, and reaped the reward! Nicely done.

Are official results up anywhere?

(race report to come after I put the kids to sleep)

J

A quick report and lessons learned the hard way.

Had my best ever start to todays Cat 4 race. I was in the second row for call ups and after two laps was hearing from teammates shouting that I was in 7th and then 5th. From what I heard later there was a pretty substantial gap from the field. This was awesome for me as I came down with Shingles shortly after Granogue and only started feeling better last week. I was afraid my form would have gone to shit. Alas, I was to have another problem. On the backwoods section after the run up I rolled my rear tubular. Damn! I had checked that it was properly inflated and had someone else glue it for me, but seeing that I had rolled the front in training before Granogue, I should not have put my faith in the glue job.

My second mistake: I wasn't able to roll the tub back in place so I ran to the pit. It was a LONG way. In retrospect, I should have taken some pressure out of the tire and ridden conservatively to the pit.

I had wheels in the pit and as I arrived William was there to help. He offered me his bike but stupidly I asked him to swap my wheel instead. I was full of adrenaline and nervous energy was not thinking clearly. I wasn't sure if I would fit on his bike or into his pedals. William did a yeoman's job of helping with the wheel change, and I am truly grateful. However first we couldn't get the wheel out because the tubular was james against the frame. Once we got the wheel out we we couldn't get the replacement wheel to fit properly. It did not help that I kept touching stuff after he explicitly asked me not to. LONGEST wheel change ever.

My biggest mistake: I should have taken William's bike right away and had him swap my wheel on my bike while I was on the course. That way if my cleats didn't fit or the size was off I could pick up my bike when I came back around.

Once I got back on the course I passed a whole bunch of riders in the remaining three laps, but went from a glorious 5th to 51st. The two guys that I kept passing and getting passed by in the first two laps ended 2nd and 8th.

Right now I am gluing up my tubulars with Mastik One and Belgian tape using Myles' specific directions. Hopefully I learn from my mistakes.

P.S. Thanks for all the support in the crowd guys. It was awesome

P.P.S My wife took some pics - I'll upload

Patrick

Marc is a tough race report to beat. That said..

My race began with a mechanical before we even left home - with Wife & Two Kids at the ready we hopped into the minivan only to discover it wouldn't start. UGH. Tried a jump, no dice. Furiously texting Whitey for plan B and halfway (ok, much more than "half") thinking "I'm in shit shape anyway, it'll be nice to spend the day with the kids and not worry about pinning on a number" before Whitey reports he's ordered a car service and we're back in the game.

Had enough time beforehand to chat with a few teammates who I hadn't met before (Thanks DC & co!) who were full of good, nah GREAT beta on how to handle the course. We stripped down to our race gear and did some very sad warmup laps in the parking lot an 1/8 of a lap on the course before lining up.

I lined up 4 rows from the front and struggled to both warm up and get some racing mojo going after the bell rang; just tried to play it safe and not go down in any of the early shenanigans - did pretty well too until the barriers (whoa I forgot about those) where the entire course slowed accordion-like to an afternoon-walk pace, and then again at then end of the sand run where some guy got his rear wheel stuck in my handle bars... we sorted that out and by the time I had come around to the blessed straightaways someone (DC?) shouted "top 20! get up to that chase group!"

I was feeling a little better by then so I did the thing that has been so amazingly easy this season: chasing down guys in the grassy straightaways - I was gobbling like a hungry hippo...

Next couple of laps are pretty foggy; I remember distinctly passing BOTH a Foundation AND and Adler guy on the straightaways and thinking "holy crap - they must be really out of shape" and I also remember Perlberg hollering some craziness about there being 3 guys who "I could catch" and 8 who were in hot pursuit - at the time I couldn't even SEE the guys ahead of me... "could catch" my ass... I lost a spot when I went off course on the windy stretch where the tape was down and had to ride uber-low to get back under the tape...

One of the 8 blasted past me on the runDOWN by the river and he was going so hard I didn't even SEE him by the time we hit the climb into the woods... oh well...

Soon enough though I saw him hugging a rather large tree while his bike cartwheeled on ahead of him. I had enough time to should "you ok?" and see him nod before laying back onto the gas

Final lap I was in no-mans land - people too far ahead to catch, nobody within 30 seconds of me behind. Briefly considered sitting up and pointing to the jersey while going over the line but my urge to faint and or vomit prevented me from any such display.

I waited and watched a couple more guys come over the line - and basically had to leave before the results were final (Sorry Josh! I would have loved to see the smile on your face after the "corrected" result was up)

William thought I was 9th but the results say 11th - I'm delighted either way. It's been a shitty fall for quality-of-training but the Cross, oh she has been so 'berry, berry good to me'

A clean race and an "almost top ten" at the State Championships is just great. I can't complain.

PS I did see some other carnage including a dude ahead of me roll his wheel on the steep climb after the hairpin right - his roar of frustration was almost Kirk-like (Khaaaaan!) one guy did his tree-hugger maneuver and another did some kind of weird endo-cum-spidermonkey thing.

PPS Many thanks to Ragot who taught me how to run with a bike on my shoulder - I used it to great effect on both the sand run by the beach and in the Endor Forest stretch in the back

PPPS Thanks to whoever told me 28 psi was the magic number - it really was

PPPPS Patrick, oh you handsome devil - that really was a bum turn of luck with the wheel - great job running it out though, I'm certain I never would have seen you until the finish were it not for the lousy luck

PPPPPS First prize for the most soul-piercing Heckle of the day goes to Ragot with, "Jesus, I never realized how pasty WHITE you are..." Nice, Eric, nice. I'm so WHITE that before I joined a team I used to register with team "Alabaster Disaster." You can look that shit up, yo...

Having trouble uploading so here are the links:

JP & Mike: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000158.JPG
JP: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000180.JPG
JP & Mike: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000185.JPG
Mike: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000190.JPG
Eric: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000192.JPG
Eric: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000201.JPG
Me: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1876864/P1000253.JPG

For whatever reason those assholes gave me the last number even though I was 15th to register. I was literally the last guy in the back row, lined up next to Ben Woodbury. Random.

For the first part of the course until after the beach run, it was a lot of coasting and joking around with the poor guys stuck in the back with me. I made a bunch of amusingly easy passes during that time, but it was all in slo-mo. Finally after the beach run, into the headwind, it became single file ahead of me, which was super handy because you could easily fit four bikes abreast, so I passed probably 6 or 7 more in that one 100 yard stretch. After that, it was a lot more spread out.

I caught up to Sanossian's group approaching the rootsy section before the woods, and he had a little skid out in some rough gravel right in front of me. I blurt out something like "c'mon c'mon" and I see him popping back up in my peripheral vision as I go by. Then, about 20 seconds later, he comes right by me in a turn (free adrenaline from his crash I assume), and I power onto his wheel. Not 5 seconds later, he takes a HARD low-side crash in some gnarly muddy rocks and roots. Ouch. He did not seem to bounce up so quickly this time, and I didn't really expect to see much of him after that.

For the rest of the race, it was all about keeping the guys behind me behind me, and catching groups of guys ahead of me at first, then individual cracked riders toward the end. At one point I overcook a course booby trap and I literally go sideways, hugely over-correct with my front wheel, careen over to the ribbon on the other side whilst grabbing all available brakes, gasp some blandly unoriginal profanity, come to a track stand just before going off course -- teetering, an eternity -- aaaaaand ... muscle a cruelly overgeared sprint to the next corner. I ventured a dread filled look under my arm, fully expecting to see my three gapped pursuers now breathing down my neck bloodirsty for the pass. Lo and behold, the gap appeared even WIDER. Apparently my spontaneous bout of uncontrolled mayhem freaked their shit out and they just decided to avoid any involvement. Noted. I shall call it the Sea Cucumber.

I literally almost puked on the last lap just trying to hold my spot. Mouth sweats and everything. Randomly got by one last guy in the woods who must have completely melted down. Crossed the line ahead of my three nemeses and rolled off course.

Josh was there with his friends, and they all greeted me. Josh was all, "hey, you mind taking a group shot?" I responded by hunching over my bars and unsuccessfully trying to spit -- like three or four times. It was as if there was a spider spinning a shimmering cocoon of spittle an inch beneath my lips. Shimmering-trembling. Shimmering/shimmering. I resorted to scooping it away from my face with my hands and attempting to fling it down to the grass, but it kind of got caught on the knobs of my front tire. A woman nervously suggested I be left alone for a moment. I croaked, "do you guys have water?" She pointed yonder and observed, "there's a free tea tent." So there was.

Sanossian took the group shot. Dude clawed his way back and almost caught me.

@ Patrick - what no shots of me? I must have been going too fast!!!
@Jules - what are you doing going easy enough to remember the heckle. And with my voice shot - how the hell did you understand me.

My quick race report - Elites

Must support home race. I've been sick since Whirlybird, but very functional. Sunday, after racing both days of Northampton, I felt myself getting sick - my throat getting all sore and the head getting congested = some amazing stuff coming out in the morning!

Barely rode this week - maybe 2 hours on trainer / rollers. Got sicker as the week went on.

Family came to SICX. Luka's race is at 12:30, we get there at 12. I get myself together and Jim is going to pit for me, but I need to stick close to Luka for his race, so there is no warmup. As Luka is racing, the announcer syas "5 Minutes" I yell WTF, 1pm start. He corrects himself.

I get 1/2 lap on the course and think my rear wheel is losing air (its not, I just underinflated it and it is holding from its puncture at Northampton). But, I change it anyway to my spare rear tubular to be safe. As I go to ride away from Jim and my pit bike, my right shift lever just stops working! Damn it. Ride over to Jim, explain the situation. Throw the good tubies on the Kona and tell Jim - "no need to pit"

THe Kona is great and all, but suffers from fork shudder (gotta go adjust brakes before today's ride).

I get a good hole shot and am sitting 6th after the barriers, I nail it towards the beach and stay in position and pass a guy after the beach run as he is in no man's land. I then feel the effects of 1. not riding much to warm up, 2. lack of fitness, 3. illness. I am pegged and not really going anywhere. So the rest of my race is composed of getting passed eventually until I settle into 15th which is where I stayed. Fast enough to not get lapped, too slow to make any real mark on the race.

Favorite cheer - "GO HONEY" from Liz and Jim, Stokes, William, Sanossian and who else???

I finally got used to the rear wheel - the cornering was good.

Props to William for the cheering. Thanks man, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to catch anyone - the big part of being sick is that it puts the limits on the upper end. I treated the race as a hard tempo ride. Threshold wasn't really possible.

Great day all and good job everyone.

Great pictures, great reports. I wish I could have hung out heckling the hell out of you guys...alas, we had to get back to the city by 1pm.

@Jeffrey: Not sure why you got a back row start position. Based on where they lined us up in the Master's race, I would have guessed that they were using crossresults.com rankings. But you, amongst the pre-reged riders were predicted to finish like 34th or something, so that should have put you much closer to the middle of the field. Really maybe just 4 rows from the front. Still, it sounds like you had an epic, gut busting race and that's kind of awesome.

@Ragot: With the changes to the Staten course, I found pre-riding invaluable. Many of the new bits, the thin orange tape was, for some reason, either just out of my scope of vision, and/or somehow didn't clearly allow me to see which way the course was going. I mean props to Myles for making sure every turn wasn't a tricky booby-trap jobbie, but it did require me to scope out the turns before hand.

@Masters racers: Check your crossresults points from the race. Thanks to the hammerheads who finished 1 through 5, I think you might find that you just earned your best point totals of the season.

good times yesterday, dudes!

my race is nothing much to speak off: crappy start, crashed in the woods on the first lap, jammed my chain between cassette/spokes, then ran to the pit. i tugged on the chain in vain until eloy passed (on his second race of the day) and graciously gave me his bike so i could at least finish. many thanks for that.!

it was a great time, and i was super happy to see so many of my kissena homies battling hard out there.

best part of the day: the "Laurel and Hardy" wheel change that Patrick and I did. i haven't fumbled through something that poorly since my high school prom night.

@ragot

There are two pics of you out of 6 from the elite race. Must not have recognized you because the guy in the photos looks like he isn't even breaking a sweat.

By the way, your cheer parroting my son's "go dad" was my favorite of the day

not pretty form: http://www.cyclingcaptured.com/2011CyclingSeason/CycloCross/2011-StatenCX-CAT123-MenECCC-A/20037510_ghTzs3#1581016874_RVvWr66

That is a beautiful series of photos, we should put it on a poster for our next CX clinic.

Anthony has been there to photograph both times I raced elites after B's. He got some nasty pics both times. I could hear him laughing between photos.

http://www.pdxcross.com/galleries/sicx-staten-island-cyclocross/

Some good shots of the Orange Tide...