Lack of Chamois pad + Fishnets + Mud + Gold Lamé Bodysuit = Seriously uncomfortable single speed racing.
Luckily, Beer + Tequila + Strippers + Thunderdome = Complete and utter invincibility.
I’d tell you what happened at SSCXWC last Sunday, but honestly? I have no idea. You’re just going to… Read the rest
Omygod! It’s alivvvvvvvve!
No jibber jabber from the peanut gallery this time, just click it and enjoy.
(If we get one more tardy slip we’re gonna have to go do detention, huh? We’ll try to avoid that.)… Read the rest
Cyclocross season has officially started. All that other crap? Those dry, fast races where all the roadie jerks took you to the bank and made you feel like you were going to choke on your own intestines? That was just warmup. An early season diversion.
Cross Crusade number four took… Read the rest
Oh my gosh!
It’s here, it’s finally here!
We apologize for our tardiness (two demerits, Wend!) but Cyclocross Diaries Episode #3 is finally here and we sure hope you think it was worth the wait.
We went to a horse park. We raced our bikes through horse pucky (that’s my… Read the rest
Whew! Sorry for the delay, folks – we meant to have this ready for you yesterday but we were a little overwhelmed by the amount of sheer awesomeness that all the racers at Rainier provided last Sunday.
We’ve got it together now and hereby present to you episode number two… Read the rest
How to make a near-perfect Cross Crusade kickoff?
One part Alpenrose Dairy, two parts bumpy-ass meadow, one part Barry Wicks+Ryan Trebon. Sprinkle a little stuffed clydesdale, add a dash of cowbell, throw in some hot boys and girls in skinsuits and mix well.
All that was missing was rain, mud,… Read the rest
I was sitting here at my computer trying to psyche myself up for a big mountain-biking attack in the morning when a friend pointed me in the direction of MudandCowbells – a fairly killer cyclocross-oriented blog I read regularly during the fall and winter months.
What I found there was… Read the rest
Seriously.
I almost can’t believe that people are doing this, but at some point I’m sure I’ll stop being surprised. The New York Times just produced a great video about a group of truly intrepid snow-cyclists who compete in the 350 grueling miles of the Alaskan Iditarod.
350 miles, ok. … Read the rest
Photo: Einer Traa
Washington County Fairgrounds – Hillsboro, Oregon.
Flat, bumpy, grassy, with a hint of farm animal. I arrive on the scene and survey the long lines of red and yellow cones. Those within eyeshot wind out and back, out and back. Rutted grass, half-assed mud, an uninspiring lack… Read the rest
Daryl Hemenway is threatening my life.
I am grinding my way through mud that is six inches deep and I cannot make the bike go any faster. This is mud as it’s meant to be. Sticky, soul-crushing, leg-searing mud. A bog. A wasteland.
Bikes and bodies were not meant to… Read the rest
While I’m writing today, I’ll leave you with a few snaps from yesterday’s festivities. All I can say in the meantime is that every bike race should have a thundering drum line, a windmill to ride through, and a gigantic bubble machine.
Word.… Read the rest
It’s tomorrow. And, I promise you, it will be complete and utter mayhem. I’ll be back at you with a photo-fabulous full-report, but in the meantime, enjoy a sneak peep at the pre-party… here’s the scoop:
SSCXWC contenders descended upon a time-trial qualifying course at a secret location in Portland… Read the rest
Blood, rocks, mud, carnage.
Barton Park 2008 will go down in infamy.
Cue to the quarry. Cyclocross at its best. Sunday mayhem. Bodily destruction. A precarious place for a bike race: acres of loose, small rocks covered in mud and deep puddles. Slippery on top and unforgiving underneath.
On Saturday… Read the rest
While I’m finishing up my race report from yesterday’s Assault on the Barton Park Gravel Pit, I thought I’d post some video documentation that just popped up on youtube. Check out the soupy carnage and sweet mud-wrestling action. This is ‘cross at its best.… Read the rest
Photo Credit: Kenji Sugahara
Halloween race. Astoria, Oregon.
I’m on the rivet and oxygen eludes me. I could be hallucinating or I could be in hell – either way, I’m wearing a satin bridesmaid dress and riding my bike as fast as it will go in an epic battle against… Read the rest
