Cyclocross. Have you heard of it? If you have, you know its one of the best sporting events to ever watch. If you haven't, get yourself to the nearest race ASAP. It is a bike race consisting of muddy wooded trails, sandy beaches you have to run through with a bike over your shoulder, logs to get over with your bike once again, over your shoulder, running up stairs, through leafy paths, over small barriers or jumps, and around the sharpest turns that make you think someone HAS to be going through that tree. And they didn't do just one lap around. Oh no, that would be too easy. So heck why not do four? It is madness. I could never do it- but my father does. But that is something you must understand. The man is crazy. He hikes mountains in the dead freezing cold of winter, kayaks like a maniac, rides his bike to the farthest places (ahem...like California) just for...fun? He can do a mean downward dog, and sprint a football field faster than the Roadrunner himself. And guess what? He is all MINE! I'm so proud to call him my dad, and when I hear people on the sidelines cheering him on I make sure I yell "Go Dad Go!" just a bit louder so they know that Dave "Spungie" Fagnant is my dad. I am so thankful to have been brought up around these types of sports for the last twenty-one years. This Cyclocross series was two days long. Saturday he fell off the loop a bit (but who doesn't?) and then Sunday was a different story. The maniac won the Rhode Island State Champs. I'd like to say I'm surprise- but I am so not. Here's to another win dad. Cheers!
{Great job to NBX for putting on another fun race weekend! Always awesome races.}
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