This was the year I wasn't going to go, but there was an award and there was Vegas Cross.
Last night was Vegas Cross. What a wicked little course they made up. I didn't see a spot of rest on that course. I was happy to be cheering and not racing. The cheering was good.
Lyne Besette and Katie Compton battled it out in the women's race. Eventually, Lyne pulled ahead on the run up and stayed away for the win. I heard Lyne spent the summer on the track working on her power by the way.
Nash and Gould were a few behind them and a small chase group containing Wendy Simms, Mary McC and a few others hammered behind. We watched as Shelly and Rachel bridged up to this chase. Rachel fell off eventually, but Shelly hung on for an awesome finish.
Meanwhile the crowds were growing as Interbike workers and watchers made their way over from the strip. It was finally dark enough for Michael to change into the skinsuit. I wouldn't let him wear it in the daytime because that would just be wrong.
The men's race was super fun to watch because a group of about 10 battled at the front of the race. Each lap lost one, until it was finally down to Trebone, Page, some Swiss dude, and the crowd favorite, Wicks. Trebone, Wicks and Page were all agressive and alternating attacks so when Trebone and the Swiss dude got away on the last lap, it looked like Swissie's day, but Trebone took the win and looked pretty stoked about it. Winning in front of hundreds of a thousand or so people has got to be a rush.
But the real drama of the race was happening in the back. Their race over, didn't mean the suffering was. But, if they paid attention, they could score some pizza, beer or even cash. Adam Craig managed to snag a slice of pizza and was seen half a lap later making his way around the course with his hands off the bars happily eating the slice to the crazy cheers of fans.
Marian, Michael and I had a super fun time. My cheering voice still hurts. And I woke up this morning and almost tripped over the wigs and sunglasses. Ouch.