Mud

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MUD.


Saturday night was round 10 of the SWCX in Taunton. 
Around a football pitch.
A flat football pitch.
Who cared, it was dark and there was MUD!
All the races so far this year have been pretty much bone dry; no wet, no mud.  I've been crying out for some real cross conditions rather, than a grass criterium.   Finally we had it.

The mud in the corners was like riding on lard; slippy and slidey.  Don't touch the brakes; far too greasy.  Pedalling out of the corners sideways like a speedway star.  Wonderful stuff.
On the straights, it was a mixture of fudge and porridge, back wheels squirming in every direction.  Front wheels doing the same. Just keep pedalling, ride though it.
A great race, hopefully next weeks league finale in Plymouth will be a complete filth fest too.
John was 12th, I was 17th (but I am poorly!).