Mining Silver, again.

A small cadre of Ironclad rolled out to Silverton on arguably the best weather day of the year so far, to contest an affair of hills. As we’ve all come to know, sometimes when city folk go a strayin’, weird things can happen.

We had Gerow and Willis in the 3’s, Crawfy in Masters, Kira and Deann in Women’s Masters, and Johanness in the 4/5. It were a fine day, but apparently there were some hills in the course. And special thanks to Barker for the photo taking, and Lana for the corner marshalling! We’re always ones to help out….

Girls get warm

Crawfy delivers his own Giro-inspired saga from the Masters race:

As we were finishing the second lap I tried to convince the rest of
the peloton that we should protest the excessive climbing by stopping
at the start finish line and then cruising the last lap.  I thought I
might have pulled it off, but when I stopped everyone just kept on
riding.  So, I decided to start back up, but I couldn’t get back up
the main field.  Fortunately, the climbing was much easier all on my
own.  It was like the rest of those dudes somehow made it more
difficult for me to climb.  I hooked up with a few other protestors
and we all cruised to the finish.  I must say, I’m a bit disappointed
by the lack of solidarity within the masters field, but at least I
stood up for what I believe, that being that all races should be flat
(aside from the occasional overpass).

Gerow and Willis hung out in the 3’s race, and we don’t have much of a report yet as far as finishes go. Gerow, seen later in the night by this author, was a human salt lick, and several horses had broken free from their corrals and were chasing the youngster around North Portland.

And Johannes took to the 4/5 all alone, where he and his machine fought each other like an old married couple. “You suck!” “No, YOU suck!” and so on.

Vitriol with a smile

Results still unknown. All planes came back to the airfield none the worse for wear. Tonight we  will send our old farts out to PIR like lambs to the slaughter.