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Portland, an Oregon Point of View The first time I did a 'Cross
race was 2002. It was at the now-infamous North Portland Cross
Cathedral called Pier Park. I showed up in a pretty legit Clif-
Bar Racing Team kit, bright red, and wearing a bright yellow
helmet—'Malliot Jaune' yellow actually on account that it had
been one of Lance Armstrong's that somehow found it's way home
with me after a commercial shoot. I lined up on my old Klein
hard-tail mountain bike with locking Manitou fork at the back of
the beginner category start line. It was something like 8:30 in
the morning and there might have been 30 or 40 of us. I was
terrified and titillated about what the next 35-40 minutes would
entail. I thought it might be a sort of racing I would like, but
I had no idea what I had just stumbled upon.  Fast forward to
present. I'm no l