The other day I got the opportunity to race for the first time in a long while, and honestly, I wasn’t up to the challenge. Rob K., one of the masterminds behind the Seattle West Side Invite, held the 3rd (semi)annual Rebel without a Cog race. As I was expecting to spend the afternoon with my lady, I had prepared a nice lunch, and came down to the race start at Pier 62/63, ready to be dispatched to one of the checkpoints. Feeling like one of the hottest days of the year, I was more than content reading a book at a checkpoint, meeting up with Melissa later in the day. Rob, bless his heart, made sure I was taken care of, and got me to race, wanting to bring me a taste of my own medicine, or some such thing. So that was that. Maybe I should have abstained from alcohol the night before. Or eaten more than a little sandwich. Oh well. Put on the game face and let’s do it.
Kevin and I planned to ride together, but he got a little tied up at the start. I headed up to the Capital Hill checkpoint on the heels of Malik, Zach, and Ryan K. They took off, and I waited for Kevin there. We rode together, making good route choices, and somehow staying ahead of the pack. After a few checkpoints I checked with Kevin as to when we were going to head downtown.
“You haven’t gone there yet?” he asked.
“Sucks for you. You better get there”
At that point, not knowing the city, and already past what would have been a decent place to turn around without much lost time, you could say that I gave up. Sure. I could have faked it. Being an unmanned checkpoint, I could have just written down the answer. But that would be wrong. We got to the finish, and just as people thought they were done, Rob was there, with a big ol’ grin and a phone book.
“Bring this to Ali, and have him- sign the front of it.”
Kevin had a flat, and I couldn’t place, so I gave him my wheel. He’d have done the same for me. Well, not really, he probably would have just let me patch it. It is a race, afterall. After the racers returned from Ali’s boathouse, they were dispatched to PJ’s bike shop… twice, then across the water to talk to Danny V. By the time that they got back, all were beat. Those that didn’t get back in a reasonable amount of time, were just let off the hook.
Rob brought us a keg of good Elysian beer and we did our best to kill it. With about a third left, I decided that I should just carry it to David’s house. That was interesting. I have been borrowing John V’s Freight Baggage backpack- and I thought it would be perfect. I have to say that if it was a half an inch larger, or a large bag, instead of a medium, it would have fit all the way in. It didn’t, but I still got it there, somehow. I was pretty damn proud of myself.
All in all, it was a great race, and good times. I get stoked when people put on alleycats. It gives me a chance to get to know the city better, and to see other people’s race ideas in action. Keep it up!
For the standings, all I can remember is the top 3 men and top women’s. If anybody else remembers, let me know! This was Kevin’s first win, and it was much deserved. Way to go buddy.
- Kevin MWA
- Ryan McMinn
First Woman: Rana L.