Today it felt as if Burning Man met the Cross Crusade. I always considered my worst dust experience to be getting caught out on the playa at Burning Man in a sand storm. Completely lost, wandering around in a daze, coated from head to toe in a fine powder, I felt like I was right back in Black Rock City (minus the drugs, nudity, and large burning objects).
The two members of Team Portobello that had the courage to brave the biblical dust storm survived the experience relatively intact. Marc managed to keep his streak of crashing alive, he is now five for five in Cross Crusade races. Today's crash was fairly mild; the toll = a minor abrasion, a decent amount of swelling, no real blood to speak of, and the bike was still rideable. Plus he hobbled his way to ninth place so it couldn't have been too bad (despite the amount of whining he engaged in afterwards).
Cline managed to keep a streak of his own alive, but we'll report more on that after tomorrows race, Day Two of the Cross Crusade Day of the Dead Celebration!!
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