Back for the 8th year running the Resurrection Alleycat is this Saturday April 4th. Registration starts at 2:30pm @ Cal Anderson Park. Race starts at 3pm sharp (don’t be late!) Finish and after party at Gaswork Park. Come to ride, come to race, roll the dice and with a little luck this may be your year to be champion…
As I said on my last trip to Los Anchorage, it is home to one hell of a fatbike community. Nearly 300 racers came out last Saturday, to race the 9th annual Frosty Bottom 25/50. A race that starts at Kincaid Park, heads up to Hilltop (where the 25 ends) and/or back to Kincaid (for the 50.) The race is open to runners and skiers as well, but the fairly dry and fast conditions only brought 2 skiers to the finish line- with most of the participants choosing a bike over shoes, like a civilized person would.
I got into town Friday and like most of my trips to Anchorage it started like this:
A delicious beer from Midnight Sun Brewing that I enjoyed with my lunch at Cafe Amsterdam. A Cohoho Imperial IPA on Nitro. So good. The nitro gave it such a creamy consistency and opened up a lot of flavors that I hadn’t noticed in bottle or C02 draft. My food, like most found in Anchorage, at least in my price range- was ok. I didn’t get dysentery, but it was nothing to write home about. From my experience, you won’t find great food or an amazing cocktail in Anchorage- but you can find some good beer, a lot of it brewed in our wonderful state.
Hey ladies, this Saturday June 14th Menstrual Monday is hosting the fourth annual all-girl alleycat race Girls of Summer 2014. The sponsor list is a mile long and the grand prize is a complete Raleigh Capri 2.0. So whether you are riding for fun or to win you are sure to have a blast and end up with something from the prize table.
Registration starts at 2pm at Jose Rizal Park, race starts at 3pm.
This Saturday, April 5th, 327 Words presents the 57 Varieties Time Trial, an alleycat-style bike race around a variety of spots in Seattle with checkpoints and performance detraction options at time-honored destinations and way-stations.
Begins at 2020 Cycle @ 21st & Union in Seattle, WA on Saturday, April 5, 2014 at 3:27pm sharp, signups commencing around 2:30 or so.
Get all the info and check out the impressive list of sponsors HERE.
The trails were kind to fatbikers at this year’s Iditarod Trail Invitational. While the world has been watching the teams of four-legged critters struggle through snowless patches of trail in the regular Iditarod race, a handful of hardy folks have mostly been avoiding the headlines while pedaling, running, and skiing the route for almost two weeks.
We are super stoked that Back Ally Bike Repair is turning two years old! Ben is throwing a like shin-dig. Check out the Birfday Bike-athalon and Pedal Party on Saturday, then hit up the Bike Expo on Sunday, hungover. Sounds like a recipe for a rad Seattle bike weekend to me.
The Single Speed World Championships will take place in Anchorage, Alaska in 2014. July 18-20. Coming back to the USA after it’s been overseas since 2010. It’s travels have taken it most recently to Italy and South Africa, Ireland and New Zealand before that.
As “officially” as any shitshow can begin- the first SSWC took place in California in 1999. I have never taken the opportunity to compete or attend one before, but this year I may just have a chance. Or not. Unfortunately for me it takes place smack dab in my four-month fishing season and I’ll likely be found in the middle of Prince William Sound, sulking with jellyfish dripping on me from the net above.
For others though- that have jobs that they can take some time off of, I’d highly suggest getting your ass to the 49th state for this one. Anchorage is not well known for urban cycling- in fact I’ve found it one of the sketchiest places to ride (predominately in winter.) Drivers are quite aggressive towards cyclists, even more so than the moose you may cross on the paths. However, Anchorage is also home to a wonderful grid of trails, with Kincaid Park being the city’s crown jewel. They have CX races in town at the parks, MTB races at Kincaid. It’s pretty bad ass. And it’s in the Last Frontier. No, not space- that’s the Final Frontier. Drink bears and get mauled by beers!
Grab your single speed: mountain bike, sweet fixie, cross bike, tall bike, unicycle (if you’re from Portland,) or whatever other contraption you want to ride and buy a ticket.
Anyway, get your shit together and your head in the game. When registration opens, it’ll fill up fast. There’s a webpage and a Facebook and more info to come- so look alive!
For info go to:
The Whittier ferry dock was (and still is) broken, so we took the ferry to Valdez from Cordova, making the drive to Anchorage 300 miles, as opposed to the 60 miles it is from Whittier. Melissa and I decided somewhat last minute to caravan back to Anchorage with Bryan and Garret, spending a few days in the big city picking up this and that, read: booze, groceries, and my new fatbike. They got a head start on us, as we stopped in Valdez for a late breakfast after we disembarked. We caught up to them on the side of the road in between Valdez and Glenallen, where car troubles almost caused their rear wheel to fall off. They hopped in with us and we left Garret’s car there for a few days- planning to bring Garret back with parts and tools on our return trip. Spoiler alert: I didn’t get a bike that weekend, but Melissa got a brand new Fatback for winter adventuring.
It looked like we may even get to witness a cross race- as the Arctic Cross series was having their final race while we were there. I didn’t think I would be allowed to race- not having been part of the series this year so I didn’t bring my bike. Turns out it would have been fine, and I was pretty bummed that I was so pessimistic. The Arctic Cross webpage is a little dated and is difficult to understand for somebody coming to town wanting to race bikes. Sure there is race info, it’s mostly results- you can’t find out much about how the race categories are setup, race times, and sometimes even the race days are incorrect. Ah well…computers are hard.
We made it to the Goose Lake race in Anchorage, the course was located right off the bike path in town. We pulled in to the parking lot, saw bike racks on cars and trucks, folks in spandex, a couple sections of course tape, and figured we were in the right place. Parking was easy.
It rained the few days prior, so the course was a bit muddy- but race day was crisp and clear with soggy ground. My favorite race days.
I often miss the cyclocross in Seattle and I most definitely miss my Hodala teammates. As we walked into the park we saw the familiar sight of kids playing, riding around on bikes just a little bit too big for them, or too small. Adults walking around with mud and smiles on faces- a BBQ was being prepared for the end of the season. Beer flowed from 2 kegs, respectfully stowed out of plain site. We scoped the course, similar in many spots to a mountain bike course, but with the cyclocross staples of barriers and a sandpit. Near the BBQ epicenter and just prior to the first set of barriers was a giant chicane. A spiral which made me dizzy just watching the folks go in circles. Cyclocross feels new in Anchorage, especially singlespeeding. People had a blast- and it was a pretty darn nice day.
It was a diverse race, bikes ranging from mountain bikes, to cross bikes (a few singlespeeds in there too) to polo bikes complete with disk wheels and narrow bars to fatbikes. Race attire was also from one end of the spectrum to the other. Costumes, team kits, whatever seemed comfortable… One of the most interesting things to watch, was the heckling. The polo kids, god bless ‘em- were doing well at it. We came across them at the sand pit. Beers in hand, they would rib the riders as they came by:
“You’re doing it wrong- you’re supposed to stay on your bike.”
“That’s why you’re not winning!”
Tall Bryan was also giving them some pointers- encouraging the racers to just get off their bikes and run the section that was slowing so many down. “No! Get off your bike! Run it! You’re going too slow!”
Heckling is something that I am quite familiar with though not nearly as skilled as my teammates at (much like riding.) Hodala is next level heckling. Too much for some people- it’s
never rarely coming from a place of anger. It’s like when my mom would say to me “I love you, you little shit stain.” I knew that “love” was the operative word. Some people might take offence, and occasionally kick the team fire ring over- but if you can’t take the mud, get off the cross course. When I first started racing cross, the heckling I heard consisted of:
“Shift!” (because I ride a single speed…. so clever.)
“It’s GO MEANS GO, not SLOW MEANS SLOW!”
I took these ribbings in stride and came out a better rider for it.
The kids race was, as always, fun to watch. Seeing the boys and girls get stoked on cross is always a good time.
Next year I’ll be at the races, at least a couple of them. Hoping that my team can make it up to race at least one as well. Hodala can help ruin cyclocross north of 60°N too. So keep riding dirty and we’ll see you at the races.