The journey to get to DDCX began at around 4pm.
I raced home from the office.
… Then raced around the house getting ready and stuffing down some dinner.
… Like a swift CX style remount, I tossed my bike up on to its place on the roof of my car.
… And I started to race (at a very legal speed) along the freeway.
… Spitting me out on Alexandra Parade, which can never be described as anything even remotely related to racing (unless you’re talking about racing towards a slow death from inhaling toxic fumes while stuck in a gridlock).
… With time ticking down, I whipped around the perimeter of the velodrome towards the rego desk, where I a line of ~10 people.
Not to matter, I was there and it was well before the 7:00pm start of racing.
10 people, 9, 8, 7…
Then came the announcement “CX class is old out”
Not to matter, I’ll race in Open.
6, 5, 4… “Open is now also sold out”
After all of that?
Oh well, at least I had my camera with me to keep me entertained.