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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Foxy's Fall Century 2011 and the world's ugliest jersey
Even though the 2011 Foxy's Fall Century was sold out, we'd heard that if we arrived early enough we'd be able to get in. When we arrived at 6:20 there was a heck of a line waiting to get in, but they were still handing out pens and forms so we scribbled our info in the dark. By the time the doors opened our spot in line looked golden; there were three times as many folks behind us. The line went very quickly once it started moving, and after a bit of panic about "Cash Only" (We had enough. Barely.) We managed to hit the road at 7:15.
Starting early kept us out of most of the boy-racer-without-skills and I've-never-ridden-a-bike-before madness, though I'm always surprised how many of my fellow cyclists think "Share the Road" signs are an invitation to take their spot out of the middle of the lane.
The weather was just about perfect too. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. This ride is different from what we're use to. I think there was less than 100 feet of climbing in the first 25 miles. Still, rolling through the farmlands at dawn near Davis is a wonderful way to start the day.
We had an uneventful but fun ride to lunch. Then, as I ate my peanut butter sandwich, we heard a very loud, airy explosion and saw a big puff of dust... coming from where I'd put my bike down. Yep, my front tire had exploded! It had blown off the rim. A bystander suggested it was because I parked in the sun. Yeah, I'm sure that was it. Because I never ride in the sun or anything. The tire was OK, we tossed in a new tube, and then I saw it...
I realize there is a wide variety of taste, one man's ceiling is another man's floor, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all that. But this, this is without doubt, the most ugly. ugly, triple-ugly cycling jersey I have ever seen. It didn't appear to be ironically ugly, or humorously ugly, it was just amazingly ugly. I present it to you here and challenge you to find one worse. If you can, post a link in the comment section
From the fifty-mile lunch stop the ride actually climbs a bit. Tricia and I are always surprised that so many people who blow past us on the flats sections crawl, suffer, blow up and even stop on the hills. But like all hills they eventually end, and we got a nice downhill back toward Davis.
There's a bike swap at the finish, and usually a booth selling DeFeet socks, so we bought a few pairs and went home happy.
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That is without doubt, the ugliest jersey.ReplyDelete
That's me in the pink and black striped jersey! Had I known that was you that I spent some time drafting off of I would have introduced myself and told you that I enjoy reading your blog! Thanks for the lift!ReplyDelete
Hey! That was me in the black jersey. Thanks for the pull.ReplyDelete
Uglier by far:ReplyDelete
My suspicion about that jersey: an expression of Scottish pride or similiar. Google for 'tartan bicycle jersey' and I found that jersey on the first hit.ReplyDelete
I own a handful of goofy designs that came from charity rides. I think the rock albmum jerseys from Primal are among the ugliest.
Exploding tubes are always fun.
I remember passing that guy with the jersey on one of the climbs...nice Cervelo though. ;-)ReplyDelete