Our trip to Louisville, KY this past weekend was a blast. Jacob and I both took Friday off of work and met up with our friends Curtis and Alexis in Boone so we could carpool the rest of the way to Louisville. We arrived Friday evening and spent a great night eating bad mediocre mexican food and drinking great average margaritas. It's all about the company, right? Right. Like I said, we had a great time.
(group pictures stolen from Kat)
Saturday we woke up early and started to make te trek to the race course for Cyclocross World Championships. Pictured here is Noah on the trolly ride that took us about 1/4 mile of the way to the course. Long story.
Our friend Emerson (among others from the High Country area) was at the race and dressed up in his best attire - ghillie suit and American flag.
The races were fast, muddy, and a lot of fun to watch. As the day went on, the crowds grew larger and larger in anticipation for the "big" race, the elite men.
Noah and Jacob were just a tad bit excited about being at this big event. For those of you who don't know Noah, he was a groomsmen in our wedding and one of Jacob's worst best friends. Wow, I'm on a roll with crossing out words today.
We took a short break for food and beverages midway through the day. Frites with mayo and beer were the popular items of the day. Since the lines were so long, we each ordered 2 beers since we knew we wouldn't be waiting another hour for beer later on.
Lots of europeans were seen - pictured here are some fine europeans from my homeland of Holland.
The women's race starts.
The boys drink beer.
Oh, and here's proof that I was actually there!
Hanging out around the course with some more of our traveling crew, Kat and Ryan.
One of many sandy sections of the course.
Who's freezing cold? We are!
The crowds have arrived. This is only a small snapshot of the huge amounts of people that were present for this event.
The patriotism is fierce.
And the Men's Elite race is happening! Mud, drool, and misery ensue.
This one's for you, Lara.
The finishing stretch. This was before the drunk man behind me fell over and almost knocked me off the back of the bleachers.
Post race interviews paparazzi.
And the awards. No one from the US did very well, but the belgian and dutch racers swept the podium.
Overall we had a great time with friends. So glad we made the trek to Kentucky!
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