No, this is the Cyclocross Hall of Fame site.

Nomination Process

The parchment on which nominations are submitted are hand-rolled by blind Buddhist monks. I have a sherpa who picks them up for me. He's 212 years old and doesn't have a name. He wraps them in yak fur and discarded cobra skins and sends them to me clutched in the talons of a golden eagle who speaks English in Mandarin. I repay him with a buffalo calf that has been blessed and ritually sacrificed by a Blackfoot shaman. He eats only the liver. You whisper your nomination into the parchment and God hears you, truly hears you, for the first time in your life. You wake up. It was all a dream. Nothing is real. There is only gravel.