Once again, Team Colin is holding a super sweet, totally awesome, massively huge, REALLY BIG GIANT GIVEAWAY.
It’s a FUNDEMIC!
My son suggested the first two names.
Once again, mountain biking is about to get a little bit awesomer, with the Team Colin Really Big Giant Giveaway (not to be confused with last Spring’s Team Colin Epic Boom Prize Fundemic, or last Fall’s Team Colin Epic Boom Giveaway Spectacular).
So here’s the thing: I have no ties to anyone, anything, or any shop. I’m not an ambassador, and I don’t get free swag. However, I write a blog, and my blog sometimes has a massive audience. So I reached out to a few super awesome people that I ride with/race with/like/whatever, AND THEY RESPONDED WITH AWESOMELY GENEROUS GIFTS THAT I CAN NOW BESTOW ON THE BIKING COMMUNITY!
No kidding. Here’s the list of goodies.
THE PRIZE DEETS:
My bike shop, Cycle Solutions, has authorized the bestowment of a FULL February Tune-Up. Yeah, a full tune-up that can be scheduled for any time during the month of February. Wicked.
Joyride 150, the hosts of Team Colin Day (um, Night) have authorized the bestowment of a free Day Pass. Very boss.
Dan Marshall from Substance Projects has authorized the bestowment of a free registration to not one, but TWO of his supremely cool races: A free XCM race reg, AND a free 45NRTH Ontario Fatbike Series (p/b Cannondale) race reg. So excellent!
Glenn at Pulse Racing has authorized the bestowment of a free reg to this Spring’s Singletrack Classic at Hardwood Hills. 25 or 50k of sweet Southern Ontario singletrack that hits all the best bits of Hardwood Hills. Teamm Colinn approved!
Apex Race Photography has authorized the bestowment of not one, but TWO different race picture downloads: a personalized magazine cover AND a digital download. Ted and his photography artists always capture the best race shots. Cool beans.
Adam at Chico Racing has authorized the bestowment of a few “24 Hours of Summer Solstice” jerseys, and is putting together a sweet package of MTB swaggy goodness. BTW, Adam is also providing a “24 Hours of Summer Solstice” shirt for EVERYONE who rides at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150 on November 11th. Outstanding!
Evolution Cycles has authorized the bestowment of a $20 Gift Card. They’re are also chipping in a $20 Gift Card for EVERYONE who rides at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150 on November 11th. Exceptional!
Jamie Davies, the same guy from Evolution Cycles has also authorized the bestowment of a free registration to a King Weekly Series race. Pick a Tuesday night from May to September, and kill it at Centennial Park in King City! So rad!
And finally, Sean from Superfly Racing has authorized the bestowment of a PAIR of passes to his Polar Rush Winter Obstacle Race. Yup, a PAIR of passes. Bring a friend and be SNOW HEROES on February 24th, at Horseshoe Valley! Brrrrrrrawesome!
How many times did I say “bestowment” in the preceding paragraphs? Lots and lots–because it’s a veritable gift bestowment fiesta!
Honestly, I’m going to have to cut the gift bestowment into two draws.
Wait a sec, I forgot the best part. Team Colin (hey, that’s me) is even kicking in a limited edition, very chic, Team Colin hat. Ka-BOOM.
The Big Giant Grand Prize
Team Colin special edition, free range, artisanal, comemorative hat
Registration to a Substance Projects XCM race
Joyride 150 day pass
2 passes to Superfly’s Polar Rush Winter Obstacle Race
FULL February Tune-Up at Cycle Solutions
20 buck gift card from Evolution Cycles
Apex Race Photography personalized magazine cover
Registration to a King Weekly Series (p/b Evolution Cycles) race
24 Hours of Summer Solstice jersey (which may or may not fit), courtesy of Chico Racing
Chico Racing Swag Bag
The Big Giant Second Prize
Registration to a Substance Projects/45NRTH Ontario Fatbike Series (p/b Cannondale) race
Registration to the Pulse Racing Singletrack Classic (at Hardwood Hills)
24 Hours of Summer Solstice jersey (which may or may not fit), courtesy of Chico Racing
Apex Photography digital download
Registration to a King Weekly Series (p/b Evolution Cycles) race
20 buck gift card from Evolution Cycles
Honestly, I’m in awe of the super massive generosity.
HOW TO ENTER:
It’s easy. All you have to do is follow my blog. No, this isn’t a “follow my blog type of contest”. You can unfollow the blog after the contest (and I really, honestly, might not be totally hurt), but it’s the only way for me to easily generate a printable list of contest entrants.
If you already follow the Team Colin blog (not the Facebook page), you’re in.
But if you don’t click, FOLLOW THIS BLOG somewhere on this page.
The draw will be held live on Facebook, at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150, which is Saturday, November 11. Enter before that date to be eligible.
How about some small print.
THE SMALL PRINT:
Total value of “The Team Colin Really Big Giant Giveaway” is a kazillion dollars*
The draw will be held live on Facebook, at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150, on Saturday, November 11. Enter before that date to be eligible.
Unfortunately, if you don’t come to Joyride on the 11th, or if you can’t meet Team Colin at a race, the hat, jersey, and Evolution Cycles gift card cannot be mailed–-but you still get everything else!
Prizes are NON-TRANSFERRABLE. All the sponsors are hard working businesses, and they just want to give back to the cycling community. To ask them to transfer your prize to someone else would be very not cool. I’ll email the winners names to each sponsor for prize redeem-ment.
Finally, the terms, conditions, and prizes in the Team Colin Really Big Giant Giveaway may change because, well, you know.
Don’t forget to come to Team Colin Day (um, Night) on Saturday, November 11th. Half price (that’s 9 bucks) admission, and rentals after 7PM. Just say “Team Colin” when you get there. Check out my blog post for details.
Yup, you read that right. It’s Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150, and that means HALF PRICE admission at Canada’s biggest and baddest indoor bike park, Joyride 150.
No guff, no strings, no foolin’.
Here’s the thing: Joyride isn’t just a BMX park, and it’s not just for kids. Sure, if you want to ride a giant vert park and do a back flip, half cab 360, that’s cool, but if you want to ride the LONGEST INDOOR XC TRAIL IN CANADA, or maybe play around on the wickedly cool sport skinnies, or try to gap the beginner (or advanced, or…) jumplines and BE A BETTER RIDER, Joyride 150 is THE place to go.
The trail conditions are ALWAYS perfect, the weather is ALWAYS awesome, and you don’t need to charge your lights if you want to ride after 6PM (like you do once October starts).
It’s Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150, and it’s going to be AWESOME.
Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150
Saturday, November 11
Half price admission and rentals
Yeah, BOOM. That’s only 9 bucks! What else can you buy for 9 bucks? Here is an exhaustive of every item that you can purchase for 9 bucks:
a Whopper value meal with a poutine (and a little dessert action)
a water bottle for your bike
almost a pair of ODI grips
a 12″ Canadian Club at Mr. Sub (make it a combo!)
any small sized beverage at Starbucks
7 items at the dollar store (and some spare change to boot)
a carbon bike frame on Amazon (and some spare change to boot)
2 mystery lego figures
a pair socks (or 6 pairs of polyester socks)
a Team Colin hat
a bag of oranges
6 (or so) iTunes songs
7 American dollars (or so)
a tube OR some chain lube OR tire levers (because you always need spare tubes, more lube, and an extra 2 or 10 tire levers)
an amaryllis plant for your mom for Christmas
Netflix for 24 days
a bag of Hickory Sticks and two Slurpees from 7-11 (just don’t buy a Coke Slurpee–ew, gross)
admission to Joyride 150 on Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150
That’s pretty much it. There is literally nothing else in this world you can buy for 9 bucks.
Have you been thinking about going to Joyride 150, but never seem to make it?
Have you been to Joyride 150, but haven’t ridden there in a while?
Have you heard about the park’s epic XC Loop upgrade and want to try it for yourself? Hint: it’s now an 800 metre flow trail and it is AWESOME. Check out the new climb.
Well, here’s your chance to do it FOR HALF OF THE REGULAR NIGHTTIME PRICE.
That’s right, it’s Team Colin Day (um, night) at Joyride 150, and park owners, Mark and Leslie Summers are offering half price admission and rentals.
How do you partake in this sweet deal? Easy. On Saturday, November 11, after 7:00PM, go to Joyride 150 and say “Team Colin”. Boom. Half price admission (that’s only $9.00).
Bring your MTB. Bring your fatbike. Bring your CX bike (yeah, seriously). Bring your BMX.
Need a rental bike and gear? No problem. Say “Team Colin”. Boom. Half price.
Seriously, what’s your excuse? The regular nighttime price is already almost half of the regular daytime price. When you cut that price in half, the park is basically paying you to ride (or at least paying for your gas). All you have to do is get there.
Bring your friends. Say “Team Colin”. Boom. Half price.
Bring your family. Say “Team Colin”. Boom. Half price.
Bring your dog. Say “Team Colin”…really, you want to bring your dog. Why would you want to bring your dog?
I often hear XC riders talking about Joyride 150. They say “Oh yeah, I’ve been trying to go” or “I’ve heard about the place, but…” or “Isn’t that place for kids”. So I figured it would be cool to expose and encourage more XC riders to the park. For those who don’t know, Joyride 150 is a cycling mecca, and an homage to all things bike. With over 100,000 square feet of cycling nirvana. It. Is. Awesome.
Just ask Steve Shikaze. I met him and his family there last year.
And now you can see for yourself–for half price.
While you’re there, you can check out the coolest BMX (and BMX apparel) store this side of anywhere. The Boiler Room. Awesome BMX-ey stuff, and super cool bike clothes.
So, on Saturday, November 11, you pretty much HAVE to come to Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150. There might only be four of us (like there were the first time), but we’ll be playing bikes, and I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday night.
Oh, and as an added bonus, my students will be spinning some sweet DJ sounds for us to get our groove on while we ride.
You can check the Team Colin Facebook page for updates and special surprises the evening might have in store. Here’s a link: Team Colin Facebook page. I’ve also posted a few FAQs, and the address.
Team Colin Day (um, Night) at Joyride 150!
Oh, if you’re new, don’t forget to complete the online waiver before you go. It’ll speed up the process.
Write it on your calendar, send yourself a reminder text, do whatever you have to do to make it to Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150.
PS. If you follow my blog, you might remember the Team Colin Epic Boom Prize Fundemic from last year. It’s back again in 2017, it’ll be bigger and better than last year, and it might even be ready for Team Colin Day (um, Night). The total amount of cycling swag won last year was approximately a billion dollars (give or take).
What can I say about the Sausage Suit ITT that I didn’t say last year? It was the same awesome course; pretty much the same awesome people; and the same awesome Team Van Go..rilla.
It was: Dufferin County Forest, Substance Projects, Dan Marshall and his crew, and some of the best MTB riders around.
What a great day on a bike!
The 2017 Sausage Suit ITT was so very, um, what’s that word…awesome.
I, on the other hand, was a shade less than awesome. In fact, I was so very UNawesome. It was the same story that I experience all too often: I felt strong, I pushed hard, I rode well, and my results were, um, what’s that word…crappy.
Even though I rode my bike so much over the summer…
And even though I raced five straight weekends in September–almost 350k of race pace ripping…
And even though I did about a billion races this season–including seven marathon distance races…
My time was…wait for it…five minutes faster than last year. Five lousy minutes. Honestly, I think I spent five minutes last year peeing in the middle of the race (What? I drink a lot of water), so after all my hard work this year, my results for the race were pretty much the same.
To make the sting worse, instead of my single speed, I rode my geared Norco Revolver hardtail. Yeah, I had gears.
Five stinking minutes (read that like a quick grumble, through gritted teeth, while you’re kicking a pop can).
But enough of that. It’s not new, it’s not news, and it really doesn’t matter because it was a Saturday, there was a race, and I raced. Also, I think I wrote the same thing for my last few races. For some reason, I’m just not performing as well as I’d like to on my bike this season.
Seriously though, what a great day on a bike.
Here’s what I wrote on my Facebook after the race:
It’s a wrap!
The 2017 MTB race season is officially finished, with yesterday’s rip through Dufferin County Forest, at the Substance projects Sausage Suit ITT. 30k of sublime single track, in one heck of an awesome place to ride. I placed, um that’s not important, and had an absolute blast. What a great way to end a terrific race season…
Sublime indeed. Dufferin County Forest is single track nirvana: awesomely technical, wickedly rocky and rooty, spectacularly climby, and scattered with absolutely boss log overs. Last year, I said “When a tree falls in Dufferin Forest, and nobody’s there, does it make a sound? You bet. ‘LOGOVER!!!'”. The log overs were awesome last year. This year, I think they were even better….
…and terrifying. I’m 250 pounds, and I ride in the big ring. So, aside from the terrifying prospect of a giant endo on the downward side of the logover, every time I tracked over the logs and bashed my chain ring, I winced and waited for the horrifying “TINK!” of my chain exploding under the horrific pressure.
I’ve only ever truly ridden Dufferin Forest on my single speed, and it has a much smaller ring that doesn’t hit the logs. Plus it has a sort-of chain guard, and a big burly chain. My Revolver? Not so much, and with my constant cross chaining, my chain is a ticking time bomb that really doesn’t need an excuse to snap.
It was so nerve wracking. I rode a 15k lap, with a billion log overs–twice. By the end of the race, my shoulders ached from all of the worried tensing after I lifted my front wheel, bashed the log, and waited…
My chain didn’t break!
Seriously, what a great day on a bike!
Even the weather cooperated. For a mid-October race with a mean forecast, I was expecting a mixed bag of lousy rain, biting wind, crappy course conditions, and plenty of “Ugh”, but the weather and the trail conditions were perfect. Sure, compared to riding on the surface on the sun like I did in the Epic 8 Hour a few weeks ago, it was about a billion degrees cooler, but it was still bare legs and arms weather.
Wait, can I talk about Team Van Go for a minute? Man, I love these people. Amazing energy, terrific attitude, and super chill vibe. They’re like the Fonz of the MTB world. Seriously, when they bump the side of their fist on a tree, the jukebox starts. No joke. I’ve actually seen Johnny do it. Here’s a link to their blog about the race. I can’t say more about the course that they didn’t.
And I can’t talk about Team Van Go without talking about the awesome things they do in Dufferin County Forest. Without their hard work and stewardship, the trails at Dufferin Forest would be half of what they are. The forest would likely be a tangled mess of B-Lines, and the Nirvana that is would likely be more like Nickleback. Yeah, I just ripped on Chad Kroeger (I tried to think of a lame 90’s band to counter Nirvana, but it’s a proven fact there are no lame 90s bands. Well, NSYNC and Backstreet Boys are from the 90s, but they’re just a bunch of pretty boys and not actual bands).
And just like that, I just nailed a Chad Kroeger rip AND a Backstreet Boys/NSYNC slag.
Seriously though, I get the sense that some of the stakeholders in Dufferin County aren’t playing well in the sandbox, and it sounds like there’s a bit of a mess lately. It’s great to know that Team Van Go and Johnny are at the helm of an effort to work together not only to maintain the status quo, but to move forward in the spirit of collaboration. Thanks Team Van Go, and keep up the great work! I can’t wait for next year.
Looking back, I can’t believe the SSIT was the race that almost wasn’t.
When I was packing my bike to leave for the race, I did a little bunny hop on my front lawn (because when you move your bike five feet from your garage to your vehicle, you ride it, and when you ride it, you ride it like a kid) and snapped two spokes.
It sounded something like this: “Get rad. Wohoo! (plink-thunk) Aw, c’mon”
It was 10:32 AM, the race was starting at 1:00, and it was an hour and a half away from my home. That left me with two and a half hours to finish packing, shower, get to my bike shop (Cycle Solutions, which is about 30 minutes away from my house in the wrong direction), and make it to the race.
It was what I can only call a half-ass shower. Literally. That’s an uncharacteristic cuss from Team Colin, but entirely accurate. I dried myself, finished packing, and flew to my bike shop. Fortunately, Mike Delat (totally my guy) pulled the quickest spoke change/rim true/cassette overhaul (because my cassette is ALWAYS a mess) ever. I felt like an indy car racer–a half showered, Formula 1 racer.
He finished and I looked at the time. It was 11:20. Traffic would have to cooperate with me if I was going to make it to the race on time.
I made it with 20 minutes to spare.
I changed into my kit, and, since it was that kind of day, I forgot to close the curtains of my RV while I was changing. To that end, I’m deeply sorry to my fellow racers for the horrific experience of seeing me change into into my kit (okay, squeeze, writhe, and jam into my kit). It ain’t called the Sausage Suit for nothing…
Nonetheless, what a great day on a bike!
And what a sweet way to end the 2017 Spring/Summer/Fall race season. I stepped so far out of my comfort zone, and absolutely shredded a bucket of milestones:
After a very wet, and time consuming pack-up with Substance Projects and his parents (man, these folks work tirelessly to make these events happen) I even hit a burrito stand on the way back home with Dan. Okay, it wasn’t a burrito stand, it was the Bar Burrito in the Tanger Outlets at Cookstown, but whatever. We even took a selfie. Dan hates pictures. I love pictures. I won.
What a terrific way to end a great day on a bike!
Let me say it loud and let me say it clear: BOOM.
I can’t wait to see what the 2018 season has in store for Team Colin…
PS. Thanks to Dan Marshall, Substance Projects, Team Van Go, Dan’s mom and dad, the staff and volunteers at Substance, and the unbelievably generous sponsors.
Also, the 2017 season isn’t really over. I’m planning on a few more CX races, I’m organizing Team Colin Day, Um, Night @ Joyride 150 (Tentatively November 11. Wait for details), I’ve got a sweet review of some winter apparel (courtesy of C2 Apparel), and hopefully a winter full of fatbike awesomeness.
Always great to see the Emsleys. Nick shredded the course while dad, and a slightly maimed mom, cheered.
Ganaraska Forest, (Paul’s) Dirty Enduro, 60k, and Me
5 years ago, at the end of my first year racing, I did my first Paul’s Dirty Enduro, 30k distance. When I got to the race, a friend was standing outside of the Ganaraska Forest Centre Quonset hut. He was doing the 60k. I couldn’t believe it–he was going to actually ride 60k. On a mountain bike! The very idea was as foreign to me as flying to the moon.
And he looked so damn cool. He DRESSED the part, he was PART of the cycling establishment, and he had a strong cyclists’ PHYSIQUE. In a word, he was BOSS.
And I knew I could never be like him. Like, ever.
On Saturday morning, as I was getting ready to leave for the Dirty Enduro (the new and rebooted Paul’s), I was walking past my hallway mirror and saw my reflection. I was wearing a hip cycling shirt (last year’s O-Cup shirt, and cool cycling baggies. “Hmm”, I thought.
Then I NOTICED something.
“Um, am I seeing things, or is that someone else looking back at me?”. I was looking at a cyclist. The cyclist in the reflection had calves that belonged to someone who spends a LOT of time pedaling up and over logs, roots, and rocks, and clawing up nasty hills (and as a bonus they were pockmarked with bruises, cuts, poison ivy scars, and chain grease that never seems to wash away), his forearms belonged to someone who regularly grips handlebars for hours and hours trying to stay on his bike, and his upper body was that of a speed rider.
The cyclist in the mirror was me.
I DRESSED like a cyclist, and I LOOKED like a cyclist.
And then I REALIZED something. I was going to (Paul’s) Dirty Enduro TO RIDE THE 60K DISTANCE. I was the a guy who could race 60k on my mountain bike. I WAS a cyclist.
But it didn’t stop there. It got even better.
I FELT something: I felt awful. I had tired legs, a still sore shoulderneck (yes, an actual body part), and numb wrists.
Okay, that’s not the great part, but the reason for feeling awful was pretty great. My body was tired, sore, and numb because I hadn’t recovered from last weekend’s 90k at the Epic 8 Hour…
All told, in the last five consecutive weekends, I booked close to 350k of race pace pounding.
Let me just say, I do not have the training or physical condition to do 5 big races back to back to back to back to back, and I’m never going to win races or stand on the podium of a race (unless there is a Clydesdale category and only two other Clydesdales show up).
Let me also say the cyclist in the mirror also had side gut flaps (because you really can’t hide 250 pounds), but that just didn’t matter on Saturday morning.
It never really matters. Who cares what I weigh, which part of my body oozes out of my waistband, and whether I win or not. I’m only ever racing myself, and in the month of September, I raced against Team Colin a whole lot. I WANTED to do 5 consecutive races, I had the ABILITY to do 5 consecutive races, I had the DRIVE to to 5 consecutive races, and I DID 5 consecutive races. I feel like I popped this September (and this race season). I did my first marathon distance race in the spring (and my second, and third…), I rode as hard as I could as often as I could for the rest of the season, and I kept jumping headfirst into new and awesome bike things (the 24 Hour and my first night ride, soloing the 8 Hour, racing with the worst cold ever experienced by modern human…).
And that gets a giant BOOM. Yup, Team Colin is feeling pretty groovy, which is kind of a nice departure from my usual “Team Colin sucks, boo hoo, I’m such a bad rider” posts.
I met a friend, Simon (and his friend Mike) before the race. Great to see a familiar face. After a few words from the organizers, and a note about our purpose for the day–to raise money for CMHA (more on that later)–the race was on. The long sweeps of double track at the start served as a neutral start. There was no bunching, and it was easy to seed ourselves. I zipped up to about mid place in the pack, and stayed there pretty much for the duration.
I wanted to ride with Simon. He pulled far ahead (I thought) so I worked hard to maintain his pace. A few km in, I realized he was actually a bit behind me. I figured he’d catch me when I faded later in the race, but it never happened. It would have been our third race to finish together, but instead I got to watch him cross the line just after me.
The first 30k were uneventful. Despite a busy and sleepless week that lacked any real recovery from the Epic 8 Hour last weekend, I felt strong and confident. It was a beautiful day, the crowd was awesome, and I was riding my bike at one of Ontario’s biggest and awesomest trail network. Plus, because of the epic summer of racing I had, I wasn’t simply riding to finish. I was riding to race, and I was riding hard.
At some point, I was even riding with Lenka! I came upon her, in the distance, bridged the gap, and actually passed her. If you know who Lenka is, you know that I am NOT in the same league (or anything) as her, and something was definitely wrong with the picture. After a few km in front of her, I missed a turn, she passed, and order was restored in the galaxy. She took a lead and kept building it.
And I was still riding hard.
Then, at pretty much the halfway point of the race, when I would have usually finished the race, and after a staggeringly fast, intricately technical, and really really hard double track descent (that was probably the longest and gnarliest I’ve ever done in a MTB race, and really really took a lot out of me), we hit a WALL: a long, mean, nasty, hill on top of a hill on top of a hill. Yeah, a three part hill. It was the race equivalent of a billboard that says “If you lived here, you’d be home by now”. Pretty sure the organizers were reminding us we could have done the 30k…
And the Ganny was reminding us we were IN THE GANNY. I hatelove (also a real word) the Ganny. It always pummels me. Tight and twisty single track, challenging and technical double track, gruelling climbs (and even more gruelling descents), and the strange ability to occasionally lull riders with some sweetly flowing sections, only to punch us in the throat with an unexpected corner, log over, or something else that hurts.
The trails in the Ganny are no apologies, Rule 5, MTB. And if you don’t like it, there’s a kid’s race at 3:00. Really, there was a kid’s race that started at 3PM.
The course was tough and unforgiving, and by 40k, I had enough.
I was no longer riding hard, I was riding a really hard race.
The course also had some marking challenges. With such a huge event, and two years of growth since the last one, the organizers had their work cut out in order to make the race a reality, and more than a few of us stood on course, in the middle of the race, scratching our heads and wondering where to turn after a long shot in the wrong direction. It was frustrating, but only mildly so.
By the 45k aid station, I was kind of cooked. My pace was a mess, I wasn’t confident, and I was making silly mistakes. I rallied a bit in the last 5 or 7k, and even nailed the last jump at the FINISH, but it was far from a strong ending.
1200m of climbing.
14/34 in the 40+ age category.
Lenka beat me by 16 minutes.
End of Race Report.
So the race was pretty great, and who cares about whatever small challenges we faced trying to find the course. This is MTB. We didn’t register for a quilting bee, and the challenges just added to the awesomeness. I think the organizers did an amazing job with the resources they had.
In fact, after the race, I was talking to my friend, Bob Ramsay (a literal Single Speed legend, who at 50 something, placed second in the 100k with a time of 5:40). He told me there were problems accessing volunteers, and by race day there just wasn’t enough time to finish.
I can only imagine the time, energy, and money that goes into a giant race, so thanks to Ben and Ashleigh Logan of Fontaine Source for Sports (in Peterborough–for a job well done. So awesome.
Oh, and can I talk about the post race meal for a sec? The chilli was spectacular. And the peanut butter and bread at the aid stations? Awesome. And the spectators, and the jump at the end, and the organizers, and the registration table, and the map… Honestly, the volunteers made the day a pretty awesome experience. Thanks.
Before I finish, I want to talk about Paul Rush. We rode the Dirty Enduro for a reason. Well, two reasons. First, to be boss on our bikes. Second, and more important, to raise money for CMHA. The second reason was probably stuck somewhere in the background for most racers, including me, but make no mistake, we were raising money for the Canadian Mental Health Association.
For those who don’t know, the Dirty Enduro was formerly known as Paul’s Dirty Enduro. It ceased being Paul’s two years ago, on the 20th anniversary, and took a year off. Over the years, Paul’s has raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for mental health education and suicide prevention. The ride is named after Paul Rush, who faced mental health issues, and secretly kicked at depression for years. Here’s a great article from the Globe & Mail about Paul. Paul was a fan of long rides, and he loved the Ganny. He was a big boss cyclist, a friendly giant, and from what I’ve read, one heck of a guy. I can’t think if a better reason to get on a bike, than to support his memory–especially since we so often don’t talk openly about mental health and suicide.
Like a hidden trail feature that jerks your handlebars off course, or an inescapable rut that swallows your wheel at high speed, mental health issues and suicide are always around us, and always a part of life. In the world of MTB, in our personal and professional lives, and in our families.
My father killed himself. He battled quiet demons and addiction for most of his life, right in front of our eyes. We never knew. If CMHA can continue to do their work, and if we can be a small part of helping people overcome and/or deal with their demons, that’s awesome. And if it’s on a bike, even better.
I didn’t intentionally race for my dad, or Paul, or the CMHA. I rode because it was a Saturday, and there was a race. But whether we were actively aware of the importance of the day or not, together, we rode for an awesome cause.
Thanks again to the amazing volunteers, Kerri Davies, CHMA, and the amazing Dirty Enduro sponsors:
Fontaine’s Source for Sports
Bob’s Watch Repair
Ganaraska Forest Centre
Outdoor Gear Canada
Tree Top Trekking
Congratulations to the Overall winners of the 2017 Dirty Enduro:
100k Overall: Paul Cooney
60k Overall: Jamie Burr
30k Overall: Brendan Jeffery
15k Overall: Cole Zufelt
Congratulations also to Facebook’s Mountain Bikers Ontario guy, Steve Bator for a win in his age category for th3 15k. Boom.
A complete list of category winners is on the OCA website.
PS. It was great to see so many of Dan’s people at the race. Simon and Mike, Peter and Donna, Chris, Lenka, David, Bob, Guy, Will, and so many more. I took a selfie with a few of them, but for some reason, it didn’t capture.
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I thought I was going to ride a little 10k lap, on a few sweet trails at Hardwood Hills.
I thought it would be challenging, and fun, and awesome, and EPIC.
I didn’t think I’d be riding my bike on the surface of the sun.
Holy crap, it was a scorcher. Like, face melting, core draining, electrolyte zapping, take-off-your-jersey, scorching hot.
“How hot was it?”
It was so hot, three of my water bottles spontaneously combusted.
It was so hot, a rider in front of me spontaneously combusted.
It was so hot, by the end of the day all the sand on the “Lookout” had melted into glass.
It was so hot, that when I rode to my pit area, it was an actual Dali painting. Aww, I really needed that clock…
Dayam, it was H. O. T.
Race Report. Fall Epic 8 Hour: Hardwood Hills. September 20, 2017 The race started at 10 AM, and my first few laps were strong and consistent. I held back and did three laps in an hour and 58 minutes.Noon. The sun rose in the sky, and my lap times dipped, but I still felt okay.2 PM. The sun hit full force, and I slowed to a crawl.4 PM. The sun actually got hotter, and I’m pretty sure I crawled with my bike strapped on my back for a few laps.I WANTED 10 laps. I NEEDED 10 laps. I could TASTE 10 laps. I was READY for 10 laps. I was primed, and fit, and had been looking forward to my first 100k MTB ride for a while.In the end I rode…I’ll get to that after the Race Report.The course was a mix of long and sinister double track climbs, a few harrowing and rocky double track descents, some nastily awesome rooty bits, some awesomely nasty dusty bits, a bunch of sweet technical trail features, and plenty of tight but flowy single track. The course ended with a shot on the Joyride 150 wall, a zip through the solo pits, a crunchy grind up a hill that was more wall than hill, and through some sweet BMX track with sweet jumps, rollers, and berms, before the START/FINISH/TIMING area. In truth, it was pretty much a perfect 10k of riding.End of Race Report.
So, how many laps did I do…
The day before the race, I was dialled:
My bike was freshly tuned (Thanks Andrew Maemura of Cycle Solutions); my kit was washed; my alternate kit washed; I had 20 litres of water and a bunch of pre race, race, and post race food (pasta, chicken, fruit and vegetables); I packed my cycling shoes, my other cycling shoes, a helmet, my other helmet, gloves, more gloves and LOTS of chamois cream; I had electrolyte this and energy gel that; a tent, a zero gravity chair, and my tool (and other stuff) table; I even packed extra non-spandex clothing. I. Was. Ready.
Mother Nature: “Let me just see if I can turn the heat up a wee bit…”. It was the planetary version of “Hold my drink”, but nobody, not even Mother Nature, was going to put down their drink because it would have either evaporated in a flash, or be drained by a thirsty rider.
It was like Mother Nature wanted to see what I look like poached.
“How hot was it?”
It was so hot, and I lost so much sweat, my pee was the consistency of salt.
I have a saying. “If you’re going to be, just be epic”. And as much as I try to live with that mantra in mind, really, I don’t mean truly EPIC. Usually, I just refer to the fact that if you’re going to do something, do it to the best of your abilities.
For example, if you’re going for a ride, and it’s going to rain, don’t cancel. Ride in the rain and be epic.
If you’re riding and you see a sweet trail feature, but there’s also a B Line without a feature, ride the heck out of the feature (Unless it’s a race. Or if you’re tired. Or if it’s really big).
If there’s a race, do it.
If you want to take a picture, lay in the dirt for the best shot possible. Wait a sec, that’s Ted Anderton from Apex Race Photography. AWESOMELY EPIC SHOTS APEX!
If there’s a glass of water, drink it.
If poutine is on the menu, order it.
If there’s a book, read it.
Okay, so clearly, there’s a sliding scale when referring to the word EPIC. However, whether it’s work, family life, or on a bike, really, I just want to be or do the best I can.
And so, it was a Saturday and there was a race, so I raced.
I could have registered as a team of 4 or 6…
Or, I could have registered as a tag team…
Or, I could have registered as a solo rider.
Yeah, right. Why on earth would anyone register to do an 8 hour race solo? Like 8 hours on a bike. Who do I think I am? I’m not ready for an 8 hour race. There’s no way on earth I could do an 8 hour race. Ride for 8 continuous hours? Like, be on a bike, without a real break, for 8 hours?
So…I registered as a solo rider.
Yeah, I registered as a solo because it’s EPIC. Really, it’s a no-brainer. The word EPIC is even in the title of the race. Sliding scale? Pfft. Epic is epic.
I knew it would be hard, and I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it, and I knew I would drag my body through a the wringer. However, looking back, I had no idea it would be as hard as it was.
Even though the course was easy enough (despite a few nasty climbs)…
And even though my bike co-operated like a seasoned champ…
And even though the crowd, and the organizers, and most of the riders, were awesome…
That heat. It slaughtered me.
I know we all have something that drives us or holds us back, but I have to wonder about the biology involved in propelling my 250 pound body up, over, and through a tough MTB course. Compared to a lighter rider my power to weight ratio falls short. Maybe that’s what keeps me slow. Maybe it’s a matter of one too many bags of savory sweet potato chips (and dip!). Maybe it’s a lack of physical conditioning. Whatever it is, it’s a thing, and it slowed me down. For a full read of how slow I’ve been lately, here’s my report of the Kingston XCM on September 2.
Honestly, my last few laps were embarrassing. I was literally gasping for air and pedalling in slow motion. Note that I didn’t say I “felt” like I was pedaling in slow motion. I was actually pedaling IN SLOW MOTION. I was like a mime on an escalator.
And this is where things took a turn. While I’m disappointed with my results, I know this: I didn’t stop. When I wanted to retreat into the Team Colin support vehicle and nurse a cold popsicle instead of ride, I kept riding. When I wanted to “be happy with 50k” and call it a day, I kept riding. When my back was on fire, and my lungs were bursting, and my wrists were like stone, and my back and shoulders were a clump of pain, I just kept riding. Sure, I stopped each lap for a 2 minute break, and sure, I stopped on course a few times in the last few laps to catch my breath, but each time, before I got too comfortable, I swung a leg over my bike, clipped in, clenched my teeth, and kept going, defiant and resolved.
Truthfully, the race wasn’t an epic life or death journey across a desert to escape a prison camp, but at the time, It sure felt tough.
And here’s where things took an even better turn. I call it the Matt Factor.
The Matt Factor is as follows: Throughout the day, even from the first lap, there was a tremendous amount of respect and encouragement from other riders.
“Nice work Solo!”, “Keep it up Solo”, “You got this Solo”. It was heartening and moving. So many riders, solo and otherwise, kept encouraging and pushing me (and everyone else).
“But why do you call it the Matt Factor?”
And then, somewhere in the middle of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), something happened. I was refilling my bottle inside my RV. I was tired, and hot, and I wanted to quit, and my pit neighbour, Mike Tourond (yeah, that guy) came around for a lap. He hammered on the side of the vehicle “C’mon, get out here and ride”, and he gave me a little push when I really needed it.
“Yeah yeah, but why do you call it the Matt Factor?”
And then, somewhere after the middle of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), it happened again. I was riding, I was in pain, I wanted to quit, and I felt a hand on my back. The hand was pushing me. Guiding me. My buddy Raf, even though he was probably struggling too (although I’m not sure he ever struggles on a bike–dude is made of steel), spent some of his much needed energy to give me a little push when I really really needed it.
“Okay, fine, but WHY DO YOU ALL IT THE MATT FACTOR?”
And then, somewhere near the end of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), it happened again. I was struggling, I was baking, I was EXHAUSTED, I wanted to quit, and Miro (who I only know in a periphery way through friends and Facebook comments), did the same thing. As he was passing, he put a hand on my back, and gave me a push when I really really really needed it. “You got this, Colin. You’re almost there”.
“Seriously though, enough of this, why do you call it the Matt Factor?”
Whether passing the starting pits, where Jenn Kennedy screamed “Wohoo, Team Colin! Solo!”, or being handed a wet towel by organizer Glenn, or on the BMX track and hearing Stuart screaming encouragement, or passing the volunteers in the forest who were hoarse from screaming, or passing the kids in the solo pit who were singing for EVERY rider, or the guy in the solo pit who rang his bell for EVERY rider, or passing Dan Emsley and exchanging a brief word, the crowd was totally and utterly invested in every riders’ success. It was remarkable.
“Blah blah blah, remarkable support, hand on a back…but that doesn’t explain the Matt Factor!”
And then, somewhere almost at the end of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), it happened again. I was spent. I was spent. I was literally limping along on my bike. It was somewhere mid lap, on the last lap, I was willing the race to be over, and I felt a hand on my back. I thought it was Raf again. It wasn’t. It was Matt. I had never met Matt before. He put his hand on my back to give me a push. He held it there, warm and comforting, and the race disappeared for just a moment. “You’re almost there Solo, just keep pedaling. The race will be finished before you know it.”. The support, encouragement, and and genuine sincerity of the gesture gave me a push when I really really really REALLY NEEDED IT.
THAT’S the Matt Factor. Yeah, the Matt Factor.
It was 5:30. I was almost there. It was almost over. “Yeah, I’ve got this”, I thought. “Yeah, I can finish this” I said to myself. “Keep it up Solo”.
It was my 9th lap.
I finished at 5:43. It was 7 hours and 43 minutes after starting. The sun was perched in the sky above, taunting, and as bright and hot as ever.
I didn’t hit 10 laps.
It was disappointing.
Honestly, I waver from feeling good about my result (19/31), and feeling like I somehow failed myself (and my team). I wanted to ride 10 laps. I wanted to ride 100k on a MTB, and I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Aargh. What if I hadn’t stopped for so long? What if I just rode a bit harder up this hill, or smarter over that trail feature? What if I had trained just a bit (or a lot) harder?
What if? So many what ifs. But only one pure and simple fact. I did it.
It may only be a bunch of people playing bikes in a race, but I rode for 8 hours. I rode as fast, and as hard, and as best as I could. I left NOTHING on the course. So what if the leader did 16 laps, and so what if my pit mates, Riot and Fig, finished 12 and 13 laps respectively. I did 9 laps, and that ain’t so bad.
Next year I’ll try again, and maybe I’ll hit 10 laps. 100k on a MTB. Now that’d be pretty Epic. I just hope we’re not riding on the surface of the sun.
PS. I started to think “Yeah, so maybe I can be a bit less epic, but still be epic…”. After all, I raced the marathon distance in the Kingston XCM on September 2, two CX races the next weekend, the 40k distance in the Great Albion Enduro the following weekend, 90k at the Epic Hour the week after that, and three weekly races in between. I don’t have to do it all. I mean…
By the way, thanks again to Pulse Racing and Glenn Meeuwisse (so many pairs of consonants), Hardwood Hills, the staff and volunteers, the amazing sponsors, the outstanding spectators (literally, they were out standing all day), the awesome sponsors, the wickedly fast and talented race teams, the epic solo riders, and Mother Nature for coming along for the ride and making the day that much more epic. Thanks also to the members of Team Colin for fielding so many needy questions from me in the days–and minutes–leading up to the race.
A good time was had by all. A good time was had by me (even though, once again, Superfly wouldn’t list me as “Team Colin”, only Colin from Scarborough).
It was a GREAT equation (see what I did there): Superfly Racing (who know a thing or ten about how to host a great time) + Albion Hills (which has some of the best riding around) + Sean Ruppel (who is always awesome). Put it together and the result was a wickedly fun romp. Add a dash of the Palgrave, and it was a wickedly fun romp–on two different trail systems.
With a choice of three course options: 25k, 40k, or 80k (two laps of the 40k), the Great Albion Enduro had something for every level of rider. I chose the 40k distance, and rode my Norco Revolver hardtail. I’ve been racing marathon distances on my single speed this year, and it was nice to have a bit of a break with the distance, and to use gears–although I kinda felt like I was cheating at times when I geared down for a climb, or geared up for a sprint (but it felt soooooo good).
I also chose the 40k because I really didn’t relish the thought of 6 hours on a bike after the mess that was Team Colin at the Kingston XCM two weeks ago.
Honestly, the level of awesome at the Albion Enduro was off the charts: steep and grinding double track climbs; super fast and flowy descents (that sometimes carried gently into the next trail, and sometimes ended in a brake-chattering, 90 degree turn); tight and twisty bits of trail; sublime technical features; a sort-of totem pole somewhere in the middle; and loads and loads of sweeeeet singletrack. Let me say it now, the three roller jumps in Palgrave were absolute perfection, and probably the most fun few seconds of a race I’ve ever done. Yep, pretty sure I squealed “Wheeeeeee” on each of the three jumps.
To top off the awesome, at the end of the race we were serenaded by the awesomest, most hipster singer, ever. I could have listened to that dude all day long. Hey guitar guy, if you’re one of the three people who read my blog this month, I love you bruh (hipsters say bruh–I’m pretty sure it means brother). He actually played three of my favourite songs while I was eating lunch. Dude was awesome.
Second Wedge Brewing was even there offering a free beer to riders, so that was cool, even though I don’t really drink. Uh oh, did you hear the collective gasp from the MTB community? “A MTB guy who doesn’t drink beer! Oh the horror”. Please don’t tell my roadie friends I don’t drink espresso either.
Aw man, I hope they don’t take away my race license now.
I guess while I’m at it, I might as well out myself as a hugger. Yeah, if you were at the Chalet just prior to the race, and saw two guys in a loving embrace, that was me and Geoff. Geoff showed me a calf stretch where you dig your heels into the ground and elevate your toes. Since there wasn’t a 2 inch curb for my toes, he offered his feet. I dug my heels into the ground, put my toes onto his, and he held me for balance. I may or may not have put my head on his shoulder like a tween at a school dance. Gotta say, when two people are wearing spandex, and they’re that close, there are seven points of contact (Admit it, you’re doing the visual math in your head right now).
What, I hug all my MTB friends?
Geoff was riding the 40k with a friend, super endurance runner Mike, and he thought it’d be cool if I rode with them. Yeah right, ride with them. Geoff is FAST (like, lightening fast), and Mike is hardcore (like, 100 miles in 24 hours without a bike hardcore). He and Mike, together now known as Geoff-Mike, were going to “ride at a relaxed pace” but I knew that Geoff-Mike’s “relaxed pace” was going to push me to my limit.
Forget all the love when we hugged, Geoff is a weapon, Mike is Superman, and I’m, well, I’m me. Beside those two, I was like a duck at the opera.
They kept a tough pace, but it was awesome to push harder than usual.
Pacing is always a weakness for me. I either go too slow for an entire race, or I go too hard for the first 80% of the race, and ride in a haze for the end. With Geoff-Mike setting the pace, I worked to keep up, but they were consistent, so there was none of my usual sprinting past groups on the double track and then catching my breath in the singletrack. It worked! We stayed pretty close together for the first third of the race. However, as I was fading, we were separated and they got ahead. Keep in mind they were still at a “relaxed pace”…
I felt like Wile E. Coyote trying to catch the Road Runner. I’d spot Geoff-Mike a few riders ahead, and line the course in front of them with Acme bird seed. I’d somehow come close to catching them, and “meep meep” Geoff-Mike was gone, leaving only a flickering outline of their profile.
I threw a giant boulder off a cliff, painted a fake tunnel in a tree stump, and strapped myself to a rocket while wearing roller skates, but just couldn’t keep up. After the rail trail, Geoff-Mike got ahead me, and stayed there for the rest of the race.
At that point, I settled into my regular SLOWER pace, and enjoyed the race. I was actually alone for a few minutes, and it was nice to be part of the forest mosaic. I love the community of a race, but I loooooove the feeling of being part of a forest, when it’s just me and me legs, two pedals and a pair of wheels, and the whirrrrrrr of a sweet drivetrain.
That weather tho…
Superfly Racing could not have asked for nicer weather. Does Sean have an in with the MTB gods?
The easier pace and warm sun allowed me to think about pacing, and I had a nice “A ha” moment. No, I wasn’t thinking of a Norwegian band (okay, maybe I was). I was thinking about my next race and how I was going to pace myself more evenly and slow down at the start so I had more at the end. Aside from being fast, Geoff is a technical and smart rider. Thanks for the tip buddy.
And thanks for the hug stretch. I mean calf stretch.
The Great Albion Enduro was also great because I was pretty much free of any technical and/or physical malfunctions. No broken cleat bolts, flat tires or dropped chain. No flying over my bars like an amateur stuntman. In fact, my tires and tire pressure were perfect (pretty much a first for me) and for the most part, I stayed in an upright position, remained on my bike, and kept moving forward, for the duration. Boom.
My guy, Ted Anderton from Apex Race Photography captured this shot of me. If you were there and haven’t bought your picture yet, go to Apex Race Photography. Ted always makes me look better than I am, although I always have a goofy look on my face because I’m usually yelling “Hey Ted, love ya, man!”.
In the end, it wasn’t my best race or worse race; it wasn’t the toughest, or easiest race; and I didn’t push myself through an epic journey, or to the brink of physical and emotional exhaustion. And that’s totally cool. While it’s nice when a race changes me in some awesome way, aside from the pacing discovery, it was just a sweet afternoon of awesome riding.
And you can’t beat that…even though I spent most of the race dreading the climbs that I knew Sean would throw at us. Sean built many of the trails at Albion, and he loves the Green Monster and the Brown Monster. For anyone unfamiliar with Albion Hills, the Green Monster is is a grassy grind that wrenches every bit of energy from you. The Brown Monster is the same grind, but on dirt. Both monsters are jerks.
Race Report. The Great Albion Enduro. September 16, 2017. Albion Hills
Giant jam of riders for the first 5k, and it was so slooow going; some sweet Albion Hills singletrack; a zip along an undulating stretch of pavement to Palgrave; 5k of the Palgrave (wheeee, wheeee, wheeeeeeee!); the same ribbon of road back, but it was cut short by a steep climb up to some rail trail (Hi Elizabeth); a quick shot of rail trail (I really booked it there); and back into Albion for some more sweet singletrack. The kilometres passed and I started to think we’d get away with a Superfly race that DIDN’T have a Monster. We hit the “1k TO GO” sign and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Phew” I thought, “No killer climb. Oh wait, there it is”. I guess it was Sean’s way of reminding us we weren’t there to trade cupcake recipes. Honestly though, big climbs are only bad when you think about them. During the race (and thinking about them after the race) they’re just part of the awesomeness that we conquer.
A little grind up the Brown Monster; and then guitar guy playing us home.
End of Race Report.
My result? Fourth place. 2:27:49.
Third place was 2:27: 13. Yeah, I was 36 seconds slower than third place.
Come on? I was 36 seconds away from a legitimate podium spot. I was so bummed.
So I took a picture of me in a 4th place podium spot. Just imagine I’m standing on a box that says “4” on it. And I’m closer. Oh, and I’m not a weirdo taking a selfie of himself in front of the real Clydesdale podium.
I never race for a spot on the podium, but I’ve never been so close before. So very bummed. But then I realized something. I could have easily bridged a 36 second gap a billion times throughout the race. Sure, third place guy (I’m shaking my fist at him right now) could have found a bunch of 36 seconds throughout the race as well, but…
Hmm. That’s all I’m sayin’. Hmm.
A list of the category winners is at the end of the blog.
Once again, the Great Albion Enduro lived up to its title promise…
Ted Anderton from Apex photography (that’s a link to the pictures from the day) was there to capture that time I took the B Line around a rock garden instead of the boss line (probably could have bridged a few seconds there…)…
An old high school friend, Tammy, was there doing her “Goal Race”. She set a goal at the beginning of the season to do a big race, and did…
Half of the King Weekly Series riders were there racing or marshalling (hey Paul, Elizabeth, Stuart, and Kent)…
My boy Sean Thibeault was there and took 1st place on a fatbike in the 40k…
A few hundred other bike minded people were there chasing the podium, looking for a cool shirt, snatching one last ride of the season, or just being epic…
And Team Colin was there having a blast, as I always do.
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Gotta be honest, I really don’t know why YOU need to race CX this year. I don’t even know why I need to race CX this year.
Truthfully, I don’t know the first thing about CX. Wait, that’s wrong. I know that it’s a CROSS between road and MTB. Well. sort of. I think
Oh wait, I also know that a CX race has fences and barriers. Or something like that.
And I know that CX races are on grass. I mean, mostly grass. And other types of terrain.
Okay, so maybe I’m not a CX resource, but the world wide web is.
The Googler dictionary defines CX as:
cross-country racing on bicycles
So thanks for that Google. Try not to be so precise next time.
How about the Wikipedia
Cyclo-cross (sometimes cyclocross, CX, cyclo-X or ‘cross) is a form of bicycle racing.
Um, okay. Worse than the Googler.
I’m kidding, there’s more.
Races typically take place in the autumn and winter, and consist of many laps of a short (2.5–3.5 km or 1.5–2 mile) course featuring pavement, wooded trails, grass, steep hills and obstacles requiring the rider to quickly dismount, carry the bike while navigating the obstruction and remount.
So now I know, based on my extensive research (or two clicks on my computer) the following:
races last about an hour, and consist of multiple laps of a short course
course conditions are a mix of everything
CX bikes are a cross between road and MTB
you’re probably going to have to shoulder your bike at some point
drop bars (or not); 33mm tires (or not); disk brakes (or whatever)
I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty boss. Boss indeed.
And once again, riders and racers in Southern Ontario are blessed with a horde of different CX races from which to choose. There are a bunch of established CX races and series, and a bunch more one-offs. If that’s not enough, there are some great new opportunities this year. In fact, my Tuesday night races series, the King Weekly Series (presented by Evolution Cycles), is even extending the season to add three cross races: King Cross. Awesome.
To make it easier, races like Substanx and King Cross are promoting their CX races as hybrids, and allowing (nay, encouraging) a variety of bikes and riders from different disciplines to come out: Fatbike, SS, MTB, whatever.
I’ve never done a cross race, but with so much choice, I think it’s time.
So, for my first cross race, I’m going to try Substanx, Dan Marshall’s answer to cross, presented by Substance Projects (yeah, cool name, eh?). Substanx is a three race series, starting this Sunday, at Millbrook (near-ish to Ganaraska Forest). Aside from the proximity to the city, and the fact that I can actually make the date, the race is sure to be another Substance Projects wickedly fun and awesome rip.
Oh, and there’s a rumour floating about that there is a special emcee for Substanx Millbrook. It may or may not be Team Colin. Shhh, don’t tell anyone. Who am I kidding, tell EVERYone. I get to race AND talk about racing–with a microphone. Bee double oh, em.
By the way, my second cross race will be a few days after, on Tuesday night, at King Cross.
Back to the title of this blog post. Why do YOU need to race cross this year? Well, Sunday is coming up, and there’s a bike race. I don’t know about you, but that’s enough for me.
PS. Here are some links to some pretty awesome CX rips: