It was a beautiful fall day, and we spent it outdoors at a cyclocross race. I took a lot of photos of friends racing and not so many of the kids, but as you can see, like father like son with the hair on little J.
H is probably looking a bit sad because her mother spent so much time packing bike gear and snacks for everyone that she forgot the diaper bag.
What's with the boy scout uniform? While not everyone is in costume, it's pretty much anything goes at these races. J was jealous of the guy in the Van Halen crop top.
I raced too. I couldn't take photos of that. I had been kind of dreading it--the getting in the way of other racers as I fumbled my way over the barriers and such, but I had a blast. I haven't had this much fun since the old days of mountain bike racing.
You never know; maybe we'll do another race this season...maybe.
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