Emulating Lats' example of winter training, Mark has gone searching for some sun in the Southern Hemisphere as well. He's racked up a thousand clicks in the last week or so riding in South Africa's 30 degree heat. Personally I think all this warm, sunny weather training is BS and can't wait to expose them to the snow/mud/kale of a Mighty spring training camp. Expect these fit Pirate bastards to be back towing us around on the Mighty ride soon!
Lats is in Oz winter training and causing havoc with his Aussie Pirates. Yesterday he was 2nd in the St.Kilda Crit and immediately spent the winnings as any good Pirate would...
Patrolling the front with a teammate.
Off the front.
Enjoying the spoils.
Also, there is some race footage above and a write up
from his teammate.
(Note: Lats goes by 'Semi-Pro' when in the Southern Hemisphere)
Led by Semi-Pro; Concrete Pill, Crackers and Done Deal fixed bayonets and charged the trenches of C-grade.
Deal spent some good time at the front, testing the legs of the bunch
before Semi-Pro got bored and attacked. After a few laps alone out the
front, he got even more bored so he returned to the peloton.
break snuck away, and Crackers hopped across. Despite a heart rate of
192, Crackers worked well and the breakaway stayed away for quite some
time. While this was happening, Concrete Pill sat on the front of the
bunch controlling the race at tempo. His tempo, that is, as the rest of
the bunch appeared to be well into the red zone while ‘Pill rode on the
hoods and took in the scenery.
Pirate Col Red unfortunately popped off the back while the beak was
away, and despite valiantly hanging on for a few laps retired from the
race. Consequently the very next lap the breakaway was caught, and the
Bored again, Semi-Pro attacked another 17 times, and/or drove the pace from the front.
the final lap, all the Beach Road pirate buffoonery paid dividends.
Crackers drove the train down the back straight while ‘Pill pulled
through the last corner. Semi-Pro exploded off his back wheel but
unfortunately could only manage 2nd, with legs deadened by spending most his time attacking and driving the pace.
Volume, ½ bionic and Uber Ubes supported from the sidelines with their
small humans and WAGS Clare Crackers & Kaz Concrete. This clearly
contributed to the success.
I don't normally talk about the doping side of cycling as it *tends* not to affect a bunch of beer drinking ruffians like our crew. But one of the most humble and well respected cyclists that has ever come out of BC has written a very good article setting the record straight.
Cycling is a hard, beautiful sport and a wonderful metaphor for life. And it will always be so - with or without a Pro Tour. I don't forgive any of the pros who tried to dirty our passion and now say they are sorry. But with pros like Will (and his original teammates Svein and Meier), I still have some hope for our sport.
I told Will after Edmonton when he won the National Championships jersey and I finally caught up with him to congratulate him: it's good to see the right guy win.
While Meat was down in Seattle grabbing a very muddy podium the kids lined up for Local Ride's excellent Halooween Hooliganism known as Pumpkin Cross. Barry and his crew always puts on some of the best racing in BC while having a blast. Full Results Here. Below is Stott's re-cap:
Local ride organized
a tight race under what was some obvious concessions to the land owner. All of
the Cat's started on time. The
course consisted of three all too short tech sections, 3 massive straight stretches, and just 2
mandatory dismounts. If you were a power type rider on a geared bike, this course was
for you. The sun broke through
Sunday morning, and the weather was
great, with a heavy rain the night before that made the course really muddy and that suited my riding style.
I had put the foil on in anticipation of a rough Cross race.
I was pleased to see
Mr. McCloskey in the parking lot. He was running file tread tubulars, which was
amazing to watch him control the slips and slides. In my opinion it was without a doubt the loosest
handling bike on the course. I gained
some speed due to a well timed beverage hand-up, and spent almost 2 or 3 laps
with Paul trying to work together and gain time on the guys in front of
us. I finished 22nd, Paul was 21st.
(I think Hanson Brothers Stotts looks kinda like Bubbles... - Ed.)
Pat came to do battle in the masters race, he was in great position and it was sad to
see him have his derailleur let go, and be forced to retire from the race.
Jen Gerth put down a hell of an effort for her second cross
race (on a touring bike! - Ed.) and in Barney costume no less. Here she is with some of the awesome women that pinned
it on the course in full costume.
Next weekend, Nov 3-4th is a double deader called Cross Border Clash,
in Ferndale WA. A short road ride south of the border, and if the
number of Canadian points exceed the number of USA points in the race the Canadians win the cup. The cup would reside in Mighty on Broadway
for a year, as is the declaration of the race organizer. I am out of
the province for the races, but maybe someone can come out of retirement
and take my place.
(This past weekend was Cross Champs. Below is Ashley's race report. Full Results Here.)
In anticipation of a great Sunday filled with cross-dressing in North Vancouver, I couldn't contain myself. So I begged and pleaded to anyone that would hold still, "Please come to the US of A, and race on Saturday!". Predictably, I went solo. But as a surprise, I ended up 3rd in Single Speed B's (my best finish ever in Bellingham B's). After repatriating myself, I carbo loaded like a champ, washed my skinsuit, and gave my trusty bike a once over.
It was a dark and story night and when I awoke the sky had about fifty shades of grey. When I saw Nick at the parking spot, I could tell we were both ready for some classic North Van CX action. The course was in great shape - the puddles were muddy. Atomic Racing's Jeff Van Mulligan had added some new run-ups and noted on the Race Flyer that due to the fact that some racers destroyed the showers last year, there was no hot post-race shower action. It was really muddy last year. I mean, really, really muddy.
Mighty was well represented with Pat and Meat running gears, and Nick
and myself choosing to limit the potential cost of shifter replacement and racing singlespeed.
Nick Berry hustlin'. Photo by Warwick Patterson (aka Bacon Handup). Nick raced strong and finished 13th in the Men's Elite despite a mechanical.
Meat finished the day like he started it: warm and loud. In between campfire singalongs, he managed to get dirty, race really hard and finish 12th with a few bails along the way.
A great photo of Pat by Doug Brons. Damn, Pat is all about CX in this shot. The mud, the suffer face, the fact that he probably can't see shit out of his glasses and the fact that his skinsuit is probably still in the laundry trying to get clean takes the cake. This photo is even more awesome because this racing stuff is so hard. Srsly hard.
Me, I had a good day. It's been a good season so far with many more races left until the end in January. Photo by Warwick Patterson.
The road season is over so it's time for beer drinking, Cross Dressing and/or mountain biking. Last weekend our friends hosted us at the Finnish Sporting Club's cabin on Shit Lake. I did not make that up - translate Paska via google...
The view from the fire pit.
View from the kitchen. The little green roofed hut is the sauna.
Apparently beer and 100° Celsius saunas are good pre-ride prep.
The cabin is actually at 1400m so the nice thing is the day starts with a 30k descent towards Kamloops. This is us at the start of said descent: Basse, myself, Ryan, and we had a celebrity guest appearance from one of the finest climber's in BC's history - Carl Jacobson (6 time BC Hill Climb Champ). Basse's brother Rob also joined us and is behind the camera.
And they're off! The view doesn't really come through the pics but there are amazing sight lines for miles around from here over the Thompson Valley and it's surrounding peaks.
It is open rangeland and about half way down we came across a large herd on the road.
They are bigger so get the right-of-way.
Bass yelling obscenities at them and informing them of their future on a dinner plate which seemed to cause them to move on.
At the bottom you pop out in the open grasslands surrounding Kamloops. We climbed back up via Lac Le Jeune. Not many pics (we were cracking in the heat...) buy Ryan's Strava has all the deets.
The view from the dock after a hard day. Not shitty...