http://sensetheadventure.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/cyclocross-champion-robin-seymore-sense-the-adventure/

Quick request, if you could please avoid using the nationals course for the next 2-3 weeks please.

Obviously we cannot stop you, we’d like to let the ground heal up fully so as the park can return to its original state. If you are going to visit the park, which we highly advise, please try to ride in some of the wooded sectors, avoid the grass on the main straight and maybe go and visit the jump park down by the Bull Island Causeway.

Hopefully see you all for some summer events at some stage in the park.

Greg

• http://www.velonation.com/News/ID/10831/Robin-Seymour-video-interview-Irishman-takes-eighteenth-cyclo-cross-title.aspx
• http://www.kingdombike.com/TheKingdom/?p=1316
• http://www.stickybottle.com/latest-news/seymour-blasts-in-for-convincing-18th-title-aiken-rues-mechanical-problems/
• http://www.irishcycling.com/publish/news/art_6014.shtml
• http://matthew-adair.blogspot.com/2012/01/irish-cross-champs.html
• http://poweredbyeurocycles.wordpress.com/2012/01/08/cyclocross-national-championships/
• (Photos) http://www.flickr.com/photos/62411513@N07/sets/72157628780629459/
• (Video) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBu6zs0gVNg

Greg

B_race Results (Men, Women, Underage) (.xls)

Sadly our laptop died a death on the last lap, so we may not have your last lap times, however the placings are correct:

Not a rider was stirring, except in one house;

The skinsuit was hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that wet weather soon would be there;

The tubs were nestled all snug on their rims,

While visions of mud ruts danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my lid,

Had just settled down for a long summers kip,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen rain

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a diminutive rider, and 9 massive gears,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Slick.

More rapid than Sven his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Seymour! now, Aitken! now, Ryan and Adair!

On, Downey ! on Bogues! on, McConville and O’Regan!

To the top of the gully! to the top of the steps!

Now sprint away! sprint away! sprint away all!”

As wet muds that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they rode,

With the bike full of carbon, and St. Slick too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and posing of each little hoof.*

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Slick came with a bound.

He was dressed all in lycra , from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with blood dirt and muck**;

A bundle of tubs he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were so gaunt, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the stubble on his chin was as cool as the snow;

The stump of a Torq bar he held tight in his teeth,

And the smell it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a gaunt face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bagfull of gels**.

He was skinny and ripper , a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And checked all the glued tubs ; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his bike, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“No McConvey, no Campbell, we’re in for a fight!”

*you try find something that rhymes with hoof….good luck tomorrow all

** ahh sod it….

Could riders please respect the park in St Anne’s and stop riding around the Supercross Cup Lap. The park have been in contact with us over the damage being caused by riders in the lead up to the race to the park. This could possibly ruin the chance of ever using this fantastic venue again.

I’ve gone to huge lengths to build a relationship with the Dublin parks and St. Annes in particular. Please don’t be the one to ruin this for everyone for the next few years.

Greg May – Team WORC – Contact to St Anne’s

Good luck to those who entered and see you on the day. A start list will be published soon.

Date: Saturday 7th January 2012

Venue: St Annes Park Raheny Dublin

Oganiser: Robin Seymour
seymour.robin@gmail.com
0834095992

Promoting Club: Team-WORC

Commisares:
Paul Watson – Commissaire President
Gary McIlroy – Commissaire
Pat Moss – Commissaire

Entries: Closing Date 6pm Tuesday 3rd January 2012

Timetable: 

9.30am    Registration Opens
10.30 am Course Open for Practise
11.30am Registration Closes, Course closed for Practise
11.30am Race 1, Under 16, Under 14, Under 12, Non Championship Men [b race]
12.20am Course re open for Practise, [Race 2 only]
1.00pm Race 2, Senior Men, Veteran Men, Ladies Championship Category Junior men
2.30pm Awards Ceremony

Please note change to the Ladies Start time, as a championship it will be included in the senior race

Entry List and  Start List to follow..

Entry is strictly registration only and will close on Tuesday 03 Jan 12. Please use pay pal to pay for your entry. Alternatively post your entry fee to (Robin Seymour, Sugarloaf Farm, Kilmacanogue, Co. Wicklow), be sure to include your name, e-mail and CI licence number in the letter. Please do not send cash by post (the organisers do not take responsibility for any money sent by post).