Cuckoo for Cross
Back in the day, autumn used to lend itself to a period of relative debauchery for competitive cyclists. It was typical for the lean-and-mean to gain a few pounds, stay up late and let all the rigors of training slide until after Christmas. Cyclocross has pretty much ruined the off-season and if it weren’t so much bloody fun, it would be easy to dismiss. And, for an increasing number of cyclists, ’cross isn’t an off-season way to stay fit—it’s the focus of their entire year’s training.






We’re not supposed to talk about Barry Bonds or Mark McGwire or Sammy Sosa – unless remarking about the sudden and inexplicable change in Sosa’s skin color – because these are the guys we collectively decided, with the help of Congress, ruined baseball. Yet I doubt anyone could watch
