It Begins...For Real...

So, after possibly going a little overboard on the consumption of vices (very very important in the life of a truly romantic European racer), I'm going to test out the legs tonight in a brief local cross race. In order to give the local Freddies a sporting chance and also maximize my own style, I'll be riding a vintage road bike instead of the usual clumsy, knobby-tired, cantilever-equipped (basically flat-out ugly) cyclocross bike. A true racer doesn't need anything wider than a 23c tyre to cushion any bumps the parcours might throw his way.