Wow, what a shock.
On Friday morning, it was around 25 degrees (after Thursday's high of close to 75 degrees), and I was glad that I had had sense enough to put the hardtop on the Miata; after all, the plan was to drive to Waco to help officiate a cyclocross race this weekend. I left shortly after 10 a.m., and I was hoping to beat the "wintry mix" that had been forecast. Alas, I was a bit too late: Barely had I left the city limits that the sleet hit, hard. The wind was howling at 30 mph out of the north, and US 84 became an ice rink. It took me almost 1 1/2 hours to make the 35 miles down to Post. Cars were in ditches or, worse, wrapped around telephone poles. Of course some numbskulls in big bubba trucks thought that going 50 mph was the smart thing to do, endangering everybody else. In my rear view mirror I observed one such maneuver, with cars having to scatter off the road to avoid a collision.
|Saturday's front page of the Lubbock Avalanche-Journal|
|The Highlander Cyclocross race dished up authentic Euro conditions|
|Hecklers "helping along" one of the racers in the labyrinth|
|Nanook of the North, anno 2013|
|How to destroy equipment the quick and easy way: cyclocross!|
|Warming up at the Howell Inn in Temple|