There’s something special about ‘Cross racing that I can’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it’s the awesomely tight courses with splattering mud. Maybe it’s the excited fans, the Belgium frites. Oh, no, wait. It’s the huge-ass drum lines!
A big cross race is the closest we get to the sidelines of a climb on Le Tour, with all the fans and fanatics squeezed into a park instead of lining a Col somewhere in the Alps.