I started the day with Mo' Money, Mo Money, Mo Money!
Not true. I started the day by looking out at the dreary day wondering if I should actually go race the cross race at Pierre Marquette. I mustered the courage and drove all the way the hell up the River Road. The course wasn't a sloppy mess, so that was good, though there were plenty of mud holes by the time we finished our race. But the wind was whipping at 20+ and the course was flat as a pancake. Bad for this dude. I managed another win in the 50+ and tried my best to take the overall but I lost contact with two younger dudes and that was that.
There were two red, one white, and one black. They looked quite good.
What I'm not doing tonight is cleaning my muddy bike. That will have to come another day, when energy is in greater supply.