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What's with Jinglecross?

But then again, I knew what I was in for as I packed up my winter gear, unused for seasons and boarded a plane to Iowa City to race bikes, around a field, over obstacles and up Mt Krumpit with Christmas tunes in the background and an ominous forecast that left me scratching my head in indecision over whether to wear a windvest underneath my skinsuit or to double-up on chamois' just so I could wear my insulated tights under the same skinsuit.