Monday, June 20, 2016
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Monday, June 6, 2016
Borah Epic report
Thursday saw Gavin, Joanne, Cindy and I bootin'r over to Cable Wisconsin for the Borah Epic MTB race. The race was Saturday and we'd rented a little 2 BR log cabin on the shores of Lake Namakagon for the weekend.
Friday morning was relaxing (coffee, TV, maybe beer, more coffee) before heading out for some brunch and some riding. Trail maps were found and after some grub (and beer)...
...we finally got around to checking out some trails.
We left straight from downtown Cable (pop. 862) and hit some singletrack in the "Cable Cluster". The area has a bunch of different clusters with varying amounts of singletrack, doubletrack, paths, etc. We headed for the Ojibwe singletrack trail, knowing it was part of the next days race. While the maps can be somewhat confusing at times the trails are well marked with enough trail markers to figure out where you are (and where you're going). The singletrack was fun, definitely less flowy than Cuyuna with many more technical sections thrown in.
We ran along Ojibwe for awhile but unfortunately Joanne's neck/back was bothering her but, as the trooper she is, she toughed it out for us. We managed to get in about 2 hours of riding before we saw the rain rolling in so we headed back to the cabin. Cleaned up we headed in to River's Eatery for some sweet stone oven baked pizza and beer. The owners loved chatting up us Canucks. We retired back to the cabin for the evening, prepping for the race the only way we knew how...Peanut Butter Porter!
Friday evening it rained. All night, Friday to Saturday, it rained. Saturday morning it rained. Things weren't looking great. What you see is what we got.
As we drove to the race it was raining. Miraculously it stopped, shortly before we arrived.
Geared up and ready we joined the throng. Excited? Yes, some more than others.
Approx. 400 racers started the full Epic (37 miles) and another 100+ did the half. A mass start (with a few returning favorites at the front) was chaotic and slow but spread out nicely as we headed off down paved road. Then we turned onto gravel, followed by (ugh) the power line cuts. Damn you hills! Massive rolling hills that sucked your legs right from the get go. I'd never heard such mass expletives before. They did MTN bikers proud. From here on I can only comment on my own race experience. I had sight of Gavin until the last of the massive hills but then he was gone and I was on my own. With the masses of course. And Cindy and Joanne somewhere behind me. We thinned out slowly. Not quickly enough to avoid a logjam as we entered the singletrack. Enough logjam that I had a few minutes to snap some pics!
Ahead of me...
..and behind me.
It took a little while but we spread out and grouped in with similar paces. The trail was fun. Some good flowy pieces mixed in with technical twists and turns, shortish climbs (nothing too massive on the singletrack) with lots of roots and rocks. Lots. And as the rain started again they became even slipperier. Dangerously. Saw a number of spills and managed to avoid my first until about the 5 mile mark when the rider ahead of me (I'll call him Douche 192) got hung up on a rock and cut me off. To avoid collision I veered into a larger rock and endo-ed. A meagre "Sorry" and he was off, leaving me to pick myself up with encouragement from the riders now patiently waiting behind me. Good thing I had experience at it. Merely a trifle.
Everything was going well. I slipped into a pack with a good pace and was feeling fine until, yep, my old nemesis. A bridge. The trail split and again the rider ahead of me hesitated on the left (dirt) side. That left me the right (bridge) side. Wood isn't grippy when wet. MY tire shot right and down I went. Unhurt but winded I lay there a bit. Riders passing inquired as to my state of health and I wheezed that I was just fine. But as I rode on I had trouble getting my lungs going for awhile and the legs felt bad because of it. A few more miles and all was well again as I approached the first aid station. Some nice, peeled bananas (right Joanne?), cookies, water and energy drink and I was off. A long and sandy logging road back to the singletrack. Damn you sand! While being quite easy to ride along and a pleasant change for a little while it also did a nice job of clogging up my dérailleurs and chain. Back on the singletrack things were grindy. Brakes. Shifting. All kind of ugly. About Mile 12 or 13 I had my first chain suck. And another. And another. IT didn't relent. Every attempt at throwing more watts onto the pedals resulted in a sudden stopping of my crank arm. Things weren't looking good. One highlight was the Gravity Cavity. It was something like this (and all smiles).
Forcing my way through a couple more miles (easy downhill, stop and start uphills) I'd managed to get close to the midway cut-off point. I knew that time wasn't an issue for me but I'd hoped to be able to sort out my bike issues. Then. Yep. Nemesis. Bridge. About a mile and a half from the cut-off was a short bridge. Didn't give it much thought. Just before it was a small mud puddle that, as my tire hit it, caused said tire to veer just slightly. That was enough. MY bike shot right and I bailed left. Face first into the embankment. I lay there for a short while, sorting out that I wasn't severely injured and as I lay there I heard the squeal of brakes and a man's voice, "JESUS CHRIST! Are you okay!" I assured him this was nothing new to me and only after much convincing did he continue on his way. I dragged my bike from the small gully and snapped this pic to remember it by...
My bike. This bridge was the last straw. Caked in mud and grinding its way to this point it now gave up the ghost (no pun intended?) Hopping (gingerly) back on it refused to shift. It chain sucked. It was done. I pushed her. 1 1/2 miles to the cut-off. Our Epic was over.
(Author's not: Just this evening, after a thorough cleaning, it was discovered that my rear shifter cable housing was crushed and the cable torn. Most likely this occurred during my final crash.)
From the cut-off trailhead I bused back to Cable, then to the finish at Hatchery Creek in time to see Gavin finish!
Yep, things were muddy. Most riders crossed the line coated in muck, many cussing. Gavin looked (see above photo) deathly but in good spirits.
We cleaned up (in a creek out back) had a brat, chips, energy milk and headed back to Cable to get that car. We weren't sure if Joanne and Cindy had made the cut-off time but we headed to the midway anyways to get my bike. After discovering it had already made its way to the finish we also returned there, expecting the girls to be completing the Epic soon. We weren't disappointed. They came through together, rocking the ABES colours!
Post-race festivities had slowed at this point and after a clean up in the creek for the ladies...
...and a quick trip to the car wash to rinse off this...
...we headed back, cleaned up, grabbed burgers and beers at the local Loon Saloon and spent the evening revelling and replaying the race events. Sunday we headed for home.
Any further details can be gleaned from Gavin and myself this weekend as we sit around a campfire, flingin' some squirrels and sippin' some fine Banquet from a stubby. Cheers.
Friday morning was relaxing (coffee, TV, maybe beer, more coffee) before heading out for some brunch and some riding. Trail maps were found and after some grub (and beer)...
...we finally got around to checking out some trails.
We left straight from downtown Cable (pop. 862) and hit some singletrack in the "Cable Cluster". The area has a bunch of different clusters with varying amounts of singletrack, doubletrack, paths, etc. We headed for the Ojibwe singletrack trail, knowing it was part of the next days race. While the maps can be somewhat confusing at times the trails are well marked with enough trail markers to figure out where you are (and where you're going). The singletrack was fun, definitely less flowy than Cuyuna with many more technical sections thrown in.
We ran along Ojibwe for awhile but unfortunately Joanne's neck/back was bothering her but, as the trooper she is, she toughed it out for us. We managed to get in about 2 hours of riding before we saw the rain rolling in so we headed back to the cabin. Cleaned up we headed in to River's Eatery for some sweet stone oven baked pizza and beer. The owners loved chatting up us Canucks. We retired back to the cabin for the evening, prepping for the race the only way we knew how...Peanut Butter Porter!
Friday evening it rained. All night, Friday to Saturday, it rained. Saturday morning it rained. Things weren't looking great. What you see is what we got.
As we drove to the race it was raining. Miraculously it stopped, shortly before we arrived.
Geared up and ready we joined the throng. Excited? Yes, some more than others.
Approx. 400 racers started the full Epic (37 miles) and another 100+ did the half. A mass start (with a few returning favorites at the front) was chaotic and slow but spread out nicely as we headed off down paved road. Then we turned onto gravel, followed by (ugh) the power line cuts. Damn you hills! Massive rolling hills that sucked your legs right from the get go. I'd never heard such mass expletives before. They did MTN bikers proud. From here on I can only comment on my own race experience. I had sight of Gavin until the last of the massive hills but then he was gone and I was on my own. With the masses of course. And Cindy and Joanne somewhere behind me. We thinned out slowly. Not quickly enough to avoid a logjam as we entered the singletrack. Enough logjam that I had a few minutes to snap some pics!
Ahead of me...
..and behind me.
It took a little while but we spread out and grouped in with similar paces. The trail was fun. Some good flowy pieces mixed in with technical twists and turns, shortish climbs (nothing too massive on the singletrack) with lots of roots and rocks. Lots. And as the rain started again they became even slipperier. Dangerously. Saw a number of spills and managed to avoid my first until about the 5 mile mark when the rider ahead of me (I'll call him Douche 192) got hung up on a rock and cut me off. To avoid collision I veered into a larger rock and endo-ed. A meagre "Sorry" and he was off, leaving me to pick myself up with encouragement from the riders now patiently waiting behind me. Good thing I had experience at it. Merely a trifle.
Everything was going well. I slipped into a pack with a good pace and was feeling fine until, yep, my old nemesis. A bridge. The trail split and again the rider ahead of me hesitated on the left (dirt) side. That left me the right (bridge) side. Wood isn't grippy when wet. MY tire shot right and down I went. Unhurt but winded I lay there a bit. Riders passing inquired as to my state of health and I wheezed that I was just fine. But as I rode on I had trouble getting my lungs going for awhile and the legs felt bad because of it. A few more miles and all was well again as I approached the first aid station. Some nice, peeled bananas (right Joanne?), cookies, water and energy drink and I was off. A long and sandy logging road back to the singletrack. Damn you sand! While being quite easy to ride along and a pleasant change for a little while it also did a nice job of clogging up my dérailleurs and chain. Back on the singletrack things were grindy. Brakes. Shifting. All kind of ugly. About Mile 12 or 13 I had my first chain suck. And another. And another. IT didn't relent. Every attempt at throwing more watts onto the pedals resulted in a sudden stopping of my crank arm. Things weren't looking good. One highlight was the Gravity Cavity. It was something like this (and all smiles).
Forcing my way through a couple more miles (easy downhill, stop and start uphills) I'd managed to get close to the midway cut-off point. I knew that time wasn't an issue for me but I'd hoped to be able to sort out my bike issues. Then. Yep. Nemesis. Bridge. About a mile and a half from the cut-off was a short bridge. Didn't give it much thought. Just before it was a small mud puddle that, as my tire hit it, caused said tire to veer just slightly. That was enough. MY bike shot right and I bailed left. Face first into the embankment. I lay there for a short while, sorting out that I wasn't severely injured and as I lay there I heard the squeal of brakes and a man's voice, "JESUS CHRIST! Are you okay!" I assured him this was nothing new to me and only after much convincing did he continue on his way. I dragged my bike from the small gully and snapped this pic to remember it by...
My bike. This bridge was the last straw. Caked in mud and grinding its way to this point it now gave up the ghost (no pun intended?) Hopping (gingerly) back on it refused to shift. It chain sucked. It was done. I pushed her. 1 1/2 miles to the cut-off. Our Epic was over.
(Author's not: Just this evening, after a thorough cleaning, it was discovered that my rear shifter cable housing was crushed and the cable torn. Most likely this occurred during my final crash.)
From the cut-off trailhead I bused back to Cable, then to the finish at Hatchery Creek in time to see Gavin finish!
Yep, things were muddy. Most riders crossed the line coated in muck, many cussing. Gavin looked (see above photo) deathly but in good spirits.
We cleaned up (in a creek out back) had a brat, chips, energy milk and headed back to Cable to get that car. We weren't sure if Joanne and Cindy had made the cut-off time but we headed to the midway anyways to get my bike. After discovering it had already made its way to the finish we also returned there, expecting the girls to be completing the Epic soon. We weren't disappointed. They came through together, rocking the ABES colours!
Post-race festivities had slowed at this point and after a clean up in the creek for the ladies...
...and a quick trip to the car wash to rinse off this...
...we headed back, cleaned up, grabbed burgers and beers at the local Loon Saloon and spent the evening revelling and replaying the race events. Sunday we headed for home.
Any further details can be gleaned from Gavin and myself this weekend as we sit around a campfire, flingin' some squirrels and sippin' some fine Banquet from a stubby. Cheers.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Cathartic Rant Race Report
On Sunday, Cheryl, the kids and I ventured out to Sandilands for a mountain bike race. We've never been there but heard the trails are good. The “adventure” of the day was getting there, or rather how we eventually got there. Looking back, we were about 3 kilometers away from where we needed to be but took a wrong turn, then got some bad directions from a kind eyed stranger that took us waaay down a gravel road. After many tears, sobbing and angrily muttered words, we finally came upon a paved road - the sign read: Moose (f’n) Lake! FFFFFFFFaaaaaaaahhhh! We got a map from the park attendants and tried to make our way back to the Sandilands and wherever the race site was. We stopped again for directions and were lucky to spot a vehicle with a mountain bike on top which we followed to the race. What should have taken us an hour and 40 minutes took us about 5 hours. I have no idea where the time went. The kids were heartbroken to miss their races but were happy to see their cousins (and have their parents race/leave them alone #winwin). The course was really good – flowy, rooty and fun, but my race lasted about ¾ of one lap (of three) before my legs lost their will to give’r (maybe sitting in a car for 5 hours will do that, maybe I’m just slow #loselose), Cheryl was feeling good and finished in second place in Sport. There are a boatload of trails to explore and I was glad to (f’n) finally get a chance to ride them – even if it did test our family’s mettle.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
ThNR
Paul and Franky are set to go on a long ride this weekend. There's also a mtb race at Sandilands on Sunday. But first, Thursday night ride - See you at 8.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
WNMTBR
Due to many of our lady friends heading to Cuyuna Thursday night, we’ll ride on Wednesday (and Thursday if you can).
Wednesday - meet at 6:30 for another trip to the hills with the knobby tire club.
A post ride fire would be nice - anyone?
Thursday - skinny tire club will meet at 8:00. The Barn has been cancelled for this week.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
ThNMTBR
This Thursday we’ll use the knobby tires and go mountain biking (and celebrate PK’s 51st birthday). Meet at ABES headquarters at 6:30 and we’ll load up the bikes and head for the hills.
If you’re not ready for the hills, meet at 8 for a rip around town.
Reminder...next week’s Thursday Night Ride will take place on Wednesday.
The latest from Danny MacAskillz...
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
ThNR
Congrats to Paul and Franklin who raced the Spring Chicken road race last Saturday. PK rode to a strong second place finish but was unable to close the gap against GFnS. Well done Paul! Unforch, Frankie fell ill for the race and sprinted to a DNF. Bummer.
Weekend cycling plans will be discussed - see you at 8.
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
ThNR
This week was bicycle day, Gavin's birthday, and Harper's love child was elected as our new leader. Thank goodness Wednesday was 4/20. Thursday we ride. See you at 8.
Monday, April 18, 2016
Tuesday Election Party
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