Adam Craig's 10 Reasons Offenburg Was Bollocks

Any time a week of racing bikes somewhere kicks ass we (Adam Craig and the Giant racing squad) are going to do a "Ten-Reasons" piece. There’s so much to tell on these perfect weeks that there would be pages and pages for you, the unfortunate reader, to wade through. So we’ll just condense things a bit.

Ten Reasons why World Cup #2 in Offenburg, Germany was the bollocks:

Terraces on the Ferienhaus Worner

10. Turnaround. After driving to the best place in the whole universe, the Nurburgring Nordschlieffe, only to find it closed to Touristenfahrten unexpectedly, then driving through rush hour traffic to get to our beeloved Feirenhaus Woerner in Durbach, Germany, then riding in the rain and dark instead of the Belgian sun, team morale wasn’t exactly low, but it sure wasn’t at an all time high. Then, the turnaround, Elke and Tom brought home delicious dinner (not just schnitzel) from the local Winestuba and all was good.

9. The Ferienhaus Worner. This place is awesome. Lots of awesome stuff happens here, like a previously unarable piece of vineyard being swiftly converted into terraced perfection, ready for grapes to take over. The view is nice too… Which works out well, because we were completely enthralled with watching the excavator operator paint lines on this particular canvas for the better part of an afternoon. In between watching the vineyard cats stalk things…

8. Uncut macaroni. Elke likes to keep us on our toes at the grocery store. This time she found some pasta that was essentially spaghetti length mac. Awesome. A delicious bolognaise sauce covered its enhanced surface area quite well… That wasn’t enough through, we had to innovate a bit. The mac snail was born… Roll up your mac, stick a toothpick through it, garnish as desired… Yup, we get pretty bored.

7. Unexpected quality singletrack. After a couple days of R and R, Oli and I headed out for a “few hours steady on the road”. We made it about half of that before we decided we were “lost” and had better follow this trail sign to some town we recognized. Before we knew it we were getting strung along a pretty epic ridgeline singletrack with signs to the Mooskopf, which I vaguely remembered seeing signs to last year. We committed to my memory and wound up doing a sweet ride to the highest point in this corner of the Black Forest, just as the clouds broke. Awesome.

Macaroni snails - yum!

Reader Comments 

Posted Wed Apr30, 2008, 5:07 PM — By Dan M

I am stoked to be wrong. The headline "Offenburg was bollocks" had me thinking that Games hopes would be dashed to pieces, bikes were lost by the airlines and you'd have to compete in a woman's kit on a borrowed 'cross rig. But I was mistaken! Keep on posting while I wait for the "no hardtails" trail to melt out.

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