Weekend with the Leonator II, the Longsjo

Saturday night, after the assault on Mt Wachusett and after gorging on a huge fish dinner, the Leonator and I walked downtown to where the 2nd night of the Longsjo Classic was taking place, a criterium around the old streets of center Woo.

Though it sucked that the crowd was small, it was great for us because we could be right on the barricades, right in the action. We missed the women's race but were there for the last 25 laps of the men's race. As promised, extraordinary speed, 80 or so guys whirring by in a mad whizzing humming bunch of dangerous force.

Longsjo, Woo-Style

The evening was a beauty as well, hot as a summer night should be but not humid. Incredible conditions to be hanging out on the barricades waiting for the mad peloton to come whirring past.

We gave honor to Major Taylor, Woo City's prodigal cycling son, the great champion born in the same year as Harry Crosby, 1898. Fittingly, the Longsjo crit ran by the great cyclist's statue.

Major Taylor Memorial
Worcester Public Library

Longsjo Crit!

Woo Style