The DFL (Dead Fucking Last) bandit CX races are what I love about being in San Francisco. I don’t know anywhere else that has an annual cross dressing cross race series that has lasted for 25 years. It’s all because every year a bunch of (mostly) dads rally together, plot a course, put some flour in the dirt, put on a dress, and casually race in a field that may or may not be filled with broken glass and loose wire. This race in particular was special because it was my first time back on a bike since getting returning from Japan for Tracklocross Worlds. I usually ride my CX bike to these races, but was so used to riding my work frame to everything that I decided to bring that out instead. As expected, it was loads of fun – lots of tight, windy, fast turns that are perfect for being fixed. Ultimately, it’s always a great time because DFL is essentially a lighthearted, very semi-serious environment that is welcoming to all ages of folks who want to enjoy what I think is the best part about cyclocross: the community and shredding in some dirt.