cyclocross
Mud, blood, beer and glory. In Portland, there is a unique group of people who craves this combination and you can find them all united, screaming, cheering and heckling every fall weekend out on the cyclocross course.
Dirty Pictures… Read the rest is a collection of poetic photography from the muddy courses that
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
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
I went to watch Heidi race today. Got a text on the way, that said, ‘the course is slick, but I’m not getting the rain I wanted.’ I wrote her back, and said, ‘you will.’ Sure enough, she got what she wanted. And showed off some hottie leg at the… Read the rest
Rainier High School, 7:30am. 42 degrees and foggy. Bone chilling cold, grassy expanses shrouded in mist. Eerie quiet.
It’s Sunday. In theory I should be curled up under a comforter watching the Gray congregate outside the bedroom window and thanking my lucky stars that I can stay in bed and… Read the rest
From Volume 1 Issue 2… Read the rest
When I describe cyclo-cross to friends who have never been a participant, the response is usually the same. “Why?” they grimace. “Why would you ride your bike, pick it up and run through the mud in the coldest and wettest time of year? You should
If you’re fed up with politics and want to watch something besides the VP tonight, make your way down to Plan B for a screening of Pure Sweet Hell: A cyclocross film. The impromptu kickoff to the cyclocross season is presented by our good friends Bikes to Rwanda.
You’ll be… Read the rest
