Well, it’s that time of year again. When the road bike gets pushed into the corner, hung up on the wall, or clamped or onto the trainer, only to make way to its knobby-tired cousin: the cyclocross bike.
Isn’t it always better to wake up early on a weekend to the crisp, damp autumn air and go twist handlebars while your lungs heave and legs burn? I mean, as opposed to the couch-nacho-football combination.
If you’ve never tried cyclocross, make it happen this fall.