Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Chicopee "Joy Ride"

Or, "29er Annihilation."





Why didn't you bring your niner, didn't you get the memo??





"Hey guys, I'm gonna be in town this weekend, so a group of us are riding out at Chicopee on Sunday if you wanna come.  Nothing hard core, just an easy going, social ride coz it's going to be a super nice day out."

Heh--yeah right!


Sure, the original plan was for a peaceful, Sunday stroll, but with mugs like Wild Bill and Niner Mike, suddenly half the Terrapin team plus a former single-speed champion and retired endurance racer all decided to come.  What the!  And as soon as we found out Shey Lindner was coming, all bets were off---the Chicopee fun ride instantly became a veritable crush fest.


Loehr gets it done, despite feeling "under the weather."


Niner Mike emerges with his new carbon fork!


Hey, did you guys see my niner?  Yeah, did you see mine?  Yes, but check mine out:


The parking lot was FILLED with niners, and most of them were on our ride...but alas, a few us didn't get the memo that day. What we did get were busted lungs trying to chase down the Terrapin boys (or maybe that was just me?).



But they're pretty awesome...I'm not saying we don't WANT niners, I mean look!



 Look at that handsome green stallion!!



Look at Loehr making it back to the parking lot!



Look at the orange and silver!!!



Even on 26 inch wheels, it was a very enjoyable ride, full of sun, leaves, speed and only one bike wreck hanging upside down from the trees...


...and despite the smack down, we had a really great time.  The parking lot comradery was awesome, and it was great to see folks we haven't seen in a long time.  After the post ride pow wow, we packed up and headed straight for the chips and salsa up the road, stuffed our faces, then drove home fat and happy.



Stay tuned to find out how Edge's cyclocross debut in Hendersonville goes next Saturday.  Wooo!!!



Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Swank 65

Thank God it has come and gone!



Once again not knowing what lay ahead of me, I should have know something was up when we got to Cove Creek Campground and saw that people had to submarine their cars through a "creek" just to get to the parking lot!



But after a brief introduction and a few half-assed cartwheels in the LeMans start, we were off.







Being at the front of this train wreck was the only way to ensure a safe passage into the single track, and from there on out, it was all UP.



Except for Farlow......and it went up even more than I had remembered...







After survivng the climb and downhill of Farlow (beatdown), I staggered my narrow ass down the last stretch of fire roads, praying the whole time for someone to make the monkey in my head stop pounding the symbols.





With the finish in sight, Todd greeted me with a Fat Tire Ale and a smile.



"Whaddya think?" he asked, and my only response was...



" I survived".



Thanks again to Todd Branham and Blueridge Adventures, and all the volunteers for all your support and time in this year's race series!