I raced a bike on Saturday. It went fine.
YTD activity, then #cxwhitepark 3/4 2015 65h 52/61 (beat 15%) 2014 99h 39/45 (beat 13%) 2013 107h 20/28 (beat 29%)
— Plum (@chrisplummer) September 20, 2015
//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js I guess it’s on me to figure out if this is something I still want to be doing. I love racing. I love the dynamics of it, the drama of it. Yes, that happens at back of the pack, just like it does at the front. It happens all over the field. That’s why Star Cup was born actually. In a normal year that would be taking off, but of course.
But the aspects of racing I do not like, I remembered quickly as we get into the final minutes of the race. The overt seriousness of something that makes no sense. The lack of courtesy in the waning moments, long after things have been settled. Chopping turns, not calling out as you approach to lap someone. Just this totally unnecessary bullshit that has no place in amateur sport.
That’s all this is. Nothing is at stake if you’re off the podium. Nothing. There is no reason to cut me off or nearly take me out as you’re lapping me with one minute to go en route to your 10th place finish in the 3/4 combined field. The guy who did this yelled to me THIS IS RACING. To which I replied THIS IS PARTICIPATION. Get your shit straight man.
Where then I regret not having the balls to just race SSCX. I’m not saying that mentality of misplaced purpose doesn’t exist in that discipline, but I am. Or certainly not as much. Undeniably they’re on two different planes of existence.
My time on the Bianchi is finished I think, it’s very hooked up, but it’s not as good a fit as my G&T. So I’m considering just ripping all the gear-making stuff off the G&T and running an old XTR rear derailleur as a sacrilegious tensioner, and just walking away from the other fields for a while.
I rolled up to watch the start of the White Park SSCX field on Saturday, right after my race. I sort of looked at that group in awe, especially as they clawed their way up that hill. Total studs, women and men alike, to have the guts to line up and put themselves through that. As someone who has carried the singlespeed flag for a long time, having started racing cross that way eight years ago, having raced SSCX at White Park in that very same field before, I felt like I was looking through a window into a party I should have been at. I should have just gone for it.
The important thing I guess is that I tried to race again, after a long time of not knowing whether or not I would even do it anymore. Despite the total mess it can become, cross seems like something I still can and want to do. The road stuff, I just don’t see it. Smacking my head on pavement again seems like the most unappealing thing in the universe. Stay tuned, everything changes.