Cyclocross


Cyclocross is a form of bicycle racing. Races take place typically in the autumn and winter, and consists of many laps of a short course featuring pavement, wooded trails, grass, steep hills and obstacles ...John, Johnny and Cat all raced in Veterans Park in the Lexington Cross race today! It was a beautiful day and lots of fun- for me, hard work for everyone else! Toots enjoyed it - see picture.
*Photography credit to Steve Gillispie.

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