Cyclocross season has officially started.  All that other crap? Those dry, fast races where all the roadie jerks took you to the bank and made you feel like you were going to choke on your own intestines? That was just warmup. An early season diversion.

Cross Crusade number four took us to Hillsboro, Oregon where we laid siege to a muddy, mucky, fabulous Washington County Fairgrounds. We raced through mud-puddles, mud-bogs, mud-traps, animal pens, and throngs of screaming masses.

We fell down and suffered near impalement on course markers. We took dollar hand-ups and bunny-hopped fake human body parts.  We may or may not have received stitches, but we definitely refreshed ourselves with beer.

We reveled in the first real mud of the season, emerged with muck-specked faces and spent the next two days trying to blink dirt particles out of our eyeballs.

It was awesome – and we have the video to prove it.