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The word "apocrypha" is used in a variety of ways that can be confusing

to the general reader, especially on how the word might pertain to the

world of the Cyclocross Crusade. Confusion arises partly from the

ambiguity of the ancient usage of the word, and partly from the modern

application of the term to different groups of religious books.

Etymologically the word means "things that are hidden," but why it was

chosen to describe certain writings is not clear. Some have suggested

that the books were "hidden" or withdrawn from common use because they

were deemed to contain mysterious or esoteric lore, too profound to be

communicated to any except the initiated. Thusly, what follows is yet

another modern application of the word "apocrypha" as it pertains the

historical musings of the 'Crossc Crusade scribe. These historic and

profound writings are obviously the synthesis of the modern world's

finest cyclocross racing series- the Cyclocross Crusade.

'No truer tidings of great deeds and malicious mal-fortune are found at

the dawning, as the day breaks the horizon and our tale begins.

The path before lay as a thrice-folded serpent, that offered little but

the promise of pain. Eyes narrowed and jaw set, a face turns heavenward

to ask the Gods of Cyclocross, "Is what I did so terribly wrong?"

Naught but rain does the dull leaden sky return in reply. In the breast

arises the answer sought and always known, "You chose this course, and

you must live with the result." Somehow comforted with this the gaze

lowers and reaches across the field to the first gathering of friends,

companions and rivals.

Gold-bright offerings of miraculous alloys and clever composites sat

assembled, awaiting. A lone cry breaches the sullen drizzle, "For each

and all a challenge to the Demonlings who set and marked this

course.what have you decreed that I shall suffer? For he who my

knobbied-tyred edge's sharpness feareth, shall ne'r break through this

fierce, glutenous mud!" Muted calm befalls momentously to give way to

claxons and clarions of furious fervor as the Horde goes to seek out the

grendel beast of wood, sinew and steel beyond the treeline.

With sudden hurryings of foot and pedaled steed, hale and hardy warriors

all pour onto the barriered walls. From these pained beginnings is

birthed a clutch of aspirant heros who carry forth to garner glory or at

the least, a tale for the raised ale-cup in the smoke filled beer-hall.

Sore is one's soul to say that only crimson tinged bogs and barriers

dyed with an admixture of mud and gore be the reward for many a blood

be-sprinkled 'crosser this day.

Snicker-snapped and whip-cracked, ever pushed forward in pursuit. A

body is but a vessel. At times it is a poor vessel seemingly made only

to suffer. Yet within this modest shell beats an indomitable fire that

will burn through all human hardship.

Some seek hell-runes and heaping horrors, others visions of imtimate

glory or fantasies of redemption. Many will leave with ought but a wail

of regret for opportunity missed or courage lacking. Still on the anon

they will all return to the dew flecked grasslands and the rock-strewn

pathways.

At the dusking, the shadows draws close and the evensong lights over

the echoes battles fought, won and lost. Faring homeward the bold

hearted heros laden with plunder and the reek of noble slaughter, for

much feasting and resting time is to be had before arms are struck once

again on unhallowed fields.

Alas, words and deeds cannot be unbound."

See what the Knights of the Cross Crusade have in store for all of you

this year at www.crosscrusade.com <http://www.crosscrusade.com/>

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The word

"apocrypha" is used in a variety of ways that can be confusing to the

general reader, especially on how the word might pertain to the world of the Cyclocross Crusade. Confusion arises partly from the

ambiguity of the ancient usage of the word, and partly from the modern

application of the term to different groups of religious books. Etymologically

the word means "things that are hidden," but why it was chosen to

describe certain writings is not clear.

Some have suggested that the books were "hidden" or withdrawn

from common use because they were deemed to contain mysterious or esoteric

lore, too profound to be communicated to any except the initiated. Thusly, what

follows is yet another modern application of the word “apocrypha”

as it pertains the historical musings of the ‘Crossc Crusade scribe.

These historic and profound writings are obviously the synthesis of the

modern world’s finest cyclocross racing series-

the Cyclocross Crusade.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

‘No truer tidings of great deeds and malicious

mal-fortune are found at the dawning, as the day breaks the horizon and our

tale begins. <o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

The path before lay as a thrice-folded

serpent, that offered little but the promise of pain. Eyes narrowed and jaw set, a face turns

heavenward to ask the Gods of Cyclocross, "Is

what I did so terribly wrong?"

Naught but rain does the dull leaden sky return in reply. In the breast arises the answer sought

and always known, "You chose this course, and you must live with the

result." Somehow comforted with

this the gaze lowers and reaches across the field to the first gathering of

friends, companions and rivals. <o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

Gold-bright offerings of miraculous alloys

and clever composites sat assembled, awaiting. A lone cry breaches the sullen drizzle,

“For each and all a challenge to the Demonlings

who set and marked this course…what have you decreed that I shall

suffer? For he who my knobbied-tyred edge’s sharpness feareth,

shall ne'r break through this fierce, glutenous mud!" Muted calm befalls momentously to give

way to claxons and clarions of furious fervor as the Horde goes to seek out the

grendel beast of wood, sinew

and steel beyond the treeline. <o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

With sudden hurryings

of foot and pedaled steed, hale and hardy warriors all pour onto the barriered walls.

From these pained beginnings is birthed a clutch of aspirant heros who carry forth to garner glory or at the least, a

tale for the raised ale-cup in the smoke filled beer-hall. Sore is one’s soul to say that

only crimson tinged bogs and barriers dyed with an admixture of mud and gore be the reward for many a blood be-sprinkled ‘crosser

this day. <o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

Snicker-snapped and whip-cracked, ever

pushed forward in pursuit. A body

is but a vessel. At times it is a

poor vessel seemingly made only to suffer.

Yet within this modest shell beats an indomitable fire that will burn

through all human hardship. <o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

Some seek hell-runes and heaping horrors,

others visions of imtimate glory or fantasies of

redemption. Many will leave with

ought but a wail of regret for opportunity missed or courage lacking. Still on the anon they will all return

to the dew flecked grasslands and the rock-strewn pathways.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

At the dusking, the shadows draws close and the

evensong lights over the echoes battles fought, won and lost. Faring homeward

the bold hearted heros laden

with plunder and the reek of noble slaughter, for much feasting and resting

time is to be had before arms are struck once again on unhallowed fields.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

Alas, words and deeds cannot be

unbound.”<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

See what the Knights of the Cross Crusade

have in store for all of you this year at <a

href="http://www.crosscrusade.com/">www.crosscrusade.com</a><o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>

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