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Monday, December 10, 2007
Maggie...In the beginning.
After seeing the Maggie post, a friend back in Michugina said he probably had a photo of her lashed to a rig. It occurred to me that if he had one, I prolly did too. 15 minutes later, I had it! A little outta focus, but you get point. The photos are circa 1992-1993. The bike, a Specialized Epic. The race, a Chicago cross race in freezing temperatures. This was my pit bike back then. After the 4 hour drive back to Naptown, most of the ice chunks had fallen off. I got on the scale at a friends house after the race. 15lbs of that stuff was glued to the frame. Check out the crankset! LOL! I must have been completely insane back then. Driving 4 hours each way to race cross is some of the crappiest conditions on the planet...repeatedely! This particular race I remember well. No one knew who won since we all fled to our cars in fear of frostbite. All the spectators...yes there were actually spectators....we're talking Chicago tough..were situated at the bottom of a long icy hill that was so slick, mid race you had no choice but to slide down on yer beedum. At the bottom was a not-as-yet frozen stream. The crowed booed if you didn't try to ride it. Like I said, Chicago tough.