Friday, January 30, 2015

World UpsideDown

The world turned upside down. The grey-tone clouds that mottled the sky very much resembled the pavement I took to get here. Dark streaks of oil stain, potholes showing through to another world beyond. The one curbed by mountains, the other by concrete. When I reached my destination water fell up into my face as I rode upside down across that great expanse of turf that is Picnic Valley. Kicked up from wheels, fallen from clouds. Falling, rising, the water has given rise to Spring - who covers the hillsides, lines the trails and backside roads, fills some trees, while others await just a little more sun. I fully expected to see wildflowers (mustard does not count), but Persephone is yet to touch them. It will not be long now - Monkeyflower is emerald in new growth, revived from the end of Summer die-back. I predict they will be the first of the blooms, the example for others to emulate.




The horizon was a hard edge today, approached with care and caution. A sharpness cutting the grey, releasing a flood of pent up green. A flow from an open wound, it swept down hills, flooding draws, cascading over rocks, overwhelming all unable to escape the rampage. I chose to forego a distance ride along barren river channel today in favor of a shorter ride in these hills chasing shifting horizons. I chose well.


Octavio Orduno, Ride in Peace

Icon: A person of thing regarded as a representative symbol of something

I have to believe that Mr. Octavio Orduno was an icon, widely recognized by many, as he rode the streets and back ways of his hometown Long Beach, long before a newspaper story from a few years ago, made him one to the rest of us. Inspiration to many. But I also imagine a life beyond the headlines, the life of a man beloved, and simply known as husband, father, grandfather, and compadre by the relative few who knew him best. 

Ride in Peace Mr. Orduno.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Lighting Up the Night: Cygolite Dash


Last November, just after the time change made me break out the front and rear lights, the battery for the MiNewt headlight gave up the ghost. I don't think it had been fully charging for some time, and the beam was, to be blunt, weak. This was the second of that model, and the fourth Niterider, light I have owned; they were all limited in function (single beam), but dependable and all I ever really needed.

As I considered my options, I quickly decided it was time to try something different. At half the price I paid for the MiNewt, the Cygolite Dash has proven to be everything, and more, than what it replaced. It is lighter, is a single compact unit rather than separate lamp and battery packs, is easy to mount, and has a range of beam options including four steady beams and three flashing ones. I can get two or three nights worth of rides out of a charge, which is equal to what I got from the MiNewt, with the added benefit of a brighter beam.

The varied beam settings allows you to switch between beams with higher and lower energy use. I have used this to advantage on two separate occasions so far. The unit comes with a warning light (the push button on top) which flashes when the current beam setting has five minutes of run time left. When it begins to flash you can switch to a lower energy setting to extend the run time. A couple weeks ago I was out with the beam on medium setting (typical for me) when the warning began to flash. I thought my ride for the night was over, but I switched to the lower setting and extended the time. When the warning flashed again, I switched one more time (just the four small lights across the top - which, by the way, are still quite bright) and finished the ride.

Two things to consider, one, I am not sure what the lifetime of the battery is. Will it take more than a season or two of recharging, or quit sometime before then. Second, the battery does not appear to be replaceable, so once it is gone the light becomes trash.

Supposedly you can get one and a quarter hours on high, nine hours on low, and fifty-five hours flashing. The light charges in four hours from an electrical outlet, or from a USB port. If you need a new light to finish out this winters dark rides, the Cygolite Dash is worth checking out. After three months of use, I have nothing but good words for the Dash.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

From the Library: My Road to Victory


Over the past number of years I have become a dedicated LUBer. My local used bookshop (LUB) has become quite a favored stop whenever I am anywhere nearby. I have picked up some terrific books there, including many standout cycling ones, the most recent find being Stephen Roche's My Road to Victory.

You may recall Stephen Roche had a year of a lifetime in 1987, when he won the Giro d'Italia, Tour de France, and the World Road Championship. My Road to Victory recounts Roche's year with a photo smorgasbord (150 pics by Graham Watson) of those three major races, plus his Spring campaign which included Paris-Nice and Liege-Bastogne-Liege. Stephen himself wrote the text which give added description and personal insight into the action and pitfalls as they transpired.

Only two riders have won the three races in the same year, Roche and Eddy Merckx. For that singular, historical, reason the book is significant. Then there is that Roche is one of the greatest Irish racers of all time. And then there are all of Watson's photos. Yup, My Road to Victory has found a prominent spot in the library.

Roche, Stephen   My Road to Victory   London: Stanley Paul, 1987

Monday, January 26, 2015

Monday Blues: Valley Oak

This Monday Blues has nothing to do with bicycling, although the photo was taken at Sunday's race. I haven't been on the lookout for blue bicycle type stuff lately, but the sky over the weekend was such an amazing blue, I decided to let it fill the niche. Here it frames the gnarled, weathered, twisted limbs and branches of an ancient Valley Oak at Corriganville. Fresh leaves are popping out, and galls are hung like ornaments or old dried apples.


Why mourned the wind, why leafless lies the track,
Why breaks no sun, or sings no bird to cheer
The morn, beloved friends, that welcomes back
Your Mary to her home of Sydenham dear?
Could painter's hand appropriate landscape form,
Were she to seem the Genius of the place;
There would not, sure, be there a shade or storm,
But all, herself resembling, bloom and grace.
And yet, dear maid, though loveliest scenes of earth
Might suit thee; more, they could not make us prize
The voice - like music to our wintry hearth;
The smile - like summer's gladness to our eyes.

Mary's Return by Scottish bard, Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)

Sunday, January 25, 2015

2015 Dual in the Dirt Relay Mountain Bike Race #1


Seventy and more years ago these rocky hillsides quilted in sagebrush, coyote bush, mule fat and other species, these shallow canyons shaded by the protecting branches of mighty Valley Oak resounded with the pop-gun bangs of mock Hollywood gunfights. The make-believe town streets are long gone, the buildings with their wooden false fronts only appear in the imagination, conjured from the remains of concrete floors and wall foundations. One thing that does remain are the grit and hardpack of dusty trails along which wagons and horses once rumbled.

Today people wander the trails and hillsides in search of a few hours respite from a busy, modern life. They may find memories of a fabled Old West, they may make their own memories while climbing rocks and trees. Mountain bikers also come here, to test themselves against terrain, and one another. The Dual in the Dirt Relay Mountain Bike race follows a course at Corriganville that runs fast and tight, and is quite short - I didn't track my distance when riding the loop post-race, but I don't see how it could be any more than 1.5 miles around. That is a mile and a half of flat with some sandy sinks, some short, rutted climbs and descents, cracked hardpan bedrock, a section of bushwhacking (or at least getting whacked by brush encroaching on the trail), an off-camber turn that caused at least one rider to slide out, and a few tight twisting turns thrown in for good measure.

That word Dual in the race title is neither a grammatical mis-spelling nor a typo, this is a paired race series with each racer riding half the distance in laps - you can switch off every lap, every other lap, or what ever combination works best for you. Pardner up and check out the next race in the series, 22 February. I threw a copy of the 2013 Seasons in the Sun into the prize package (I believe the fastest Junior racer on the day won it) and may do so again next time. There may even be a 2014 edition, which admittedly turned out much better than the 2013 book, thrown into the haul by series end.

But back to this day; racers came out with both barrels blazing, spitting fire and lead, and were posting some quick lap times. The shortness of the course makes for great spectating. The fastest riders, in particular, those who bolted from the pen and kept going, circled around in mere handfuls of minutes. Even the backside of the course, and the one rutted climb is only a short foot trek from the start finish. Because of that, and you can probably imagine, this is not an endurance type race. Instead speed and the ability to navigate varied and quickly changing terrain will serve you well. Maybe I will see some of ya'll out there when the race comes through once a month over the next three months.




The photo selection is not quite as big this time, only sixty-two in the Flickr album. Of course I took many more than that, so if there is someone you are looking for, just let me know and I will check.

As usual, if you see a photo you like feel free to download it (credit where credit due, of course). Want more? Go ahead and order your own copy of the CLR Effect racing annual. There are two editions available right now (2013 and 2014), and you can preview them by clicking the 2014 Seasons in the Sun Book Preview button near the top of the right hand column.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

2015 KMC Chain Winter Series, Race Weekend #2

What comes to mind when you hear the name Fontana? Steel? Rednecks? How about wind? The Kaiser Steel Mill closed up shop in the 1980s. Rednecks might more accurately be substituted with Blue Collar (although the ever-popular nickname, Fontucky, refuses to go away). The one thing that has remained true is the wind.

This mornings cross country race was delayed until the afternoon due to that wind. I don't know what it was like in the morning, but it was still blowing fiercely at three in the afternoon when the XC racers got their call up to start. One good thing that did come from the delay was that I got to see some of the first round Super D action, at least at the lower end of the course.

"Don't do it.!?" If anyone had asked my advice about today's race, that may very well have been the short and sweet response. Few, if any, would have taken those words seriously. It is just not in the nature of the mountain biker to back away from a challenge. And anyway the winds, with gusts of seventy miles per hour, would have probably been blown away as soon as I spoke them. No, earlier than that I think. They would have been swept clear of my mind as soon as their thought was formed. It was that windy.



Expert Men 43-50


Alfred Pacheco (Buena Park Bicycles) was killing the course and the competition both. seems to be a regular thing for him.



You can view a selection of one hundred seven photos in the Flicker album here.

As usual, if you see a photo you like feel free to download it (credit where credit due, of course). Want more? Go ahead and order your own copy of the CLR Effect racing annual. There are two editions available right now (2013 and 2014), and you can preview them by clicking the 2014 Seasons in the Sun Book Preview button near the top of the right hand column.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Five Photos, Fifty Miles

when the cup over flows it is time to turn off the tap

Patrick had the Incycle women's team out for what, i believe, was their first day of training camp. i caught up to one...

but the rest had become split into two groups, both of which were going faster than me...

luckily, it was an out and back, so i simply had to bide my time until they turned around and came back. Go fast.

I swear, for the two and three-quarter hours i was in the saddle, those clouds did not move and did not change shape even though it was windy as heck down on the ground.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Escape

There was no past, no future. Only the immediate present.



From what I could surmise, it was a large building. We were inside and I could not recall seeing the outside while on the way in. Long hallways receded into gloom, as if a veil shrouded their furthest reaches. The aisles were lined by plain-painted, smooth-finished walls. There were many stairs. A quick view of a meeting or conference room crowded with tables and chairs, but no logos or any other identifying marks to be seen. Nothing was recognizable, yet nothing seemed amiss. People came and went, laughed and talked, barely noticing our presence. They were distant, never close, white background noise. Underlying everything was an intangible feeling of threat.

I knew two things for sure - I was not alone, though in the name of anonymity my companion will remain un-named, and that we were in Mexico. Somewhere in Mexico. Spanish was being spoken. A transition from hallway to room seemed instantaneous as if one could be transported to another, distant, place simply by blinking. But for a third, unidentified, person in the room we appeared to be free. The third person was in some unexplained way ominous, and I sensed we were actually prisoners. I couldn't understand (there seemed to be much I didn't know, or understand) but my immediate thought was that we were being held by a drug cartel. As odd as it was, I could offer no explanation of why this should be, nor did I ever think to question the situation. It simply was.

Our hands were free, and mine held a mug of water. For the most part our captor kept his distance. There was no conversation, no movement, he simply watched us as we sat. But then there was a lapse. Our captor approached, too closely. Instantly recognizing the opportunity I seized the moment and swung, connecting with the hard ceramic, which shattered against the side of his face.

As he crumpled to the floor we ran. We ran along the corridors, down stairs, and along even more corridors. We ran until we, somehow, made it outside. Another blink of the eyes moment speeding up the passing of time. Once free of the building we threw ratty and torn blankets over our heads, somehow believing that disguising ourselves as homeless would help to hide us. Standing there we took stock of our situation. Our surroundings were at once a busy street, with all the hustle and bustle of a workday downtown, yet there too was a large grassy park. A soccer match was taking place, and a crowd stood around watching. Also watching were a pair or professional cyclists. I recognized their kit, but more than that, I recognized their faces (again, for the sake of anonymity, they will remain nameless). I had the eerie sensation they somehow recognized me. They avoided direct eye contact, but they were watching. They were watching us. I was sure of it.

Another blink revealed our captor, also outside now, approaching on a bike of his own. Blood on his face, he didn't notice us in our disguise, but we lowered our heads and withdrew further into the blankets. Surely he must be looking for us. Once he had ridden past we realized the need to move, quickly and far away. We dove into a taxi, and gave the driver the name of our hotel. Driving away should have been a moment of relief, yet apprehension began to rise. I again had a feeling, this time that if I were to look back those two recognized riders would be there. In pursuit, weaving through traffic as if running the gauntlet of the peloton. Following, trying to keep pace in the madness of fleeing cars. And that was it; I will never know if it was my increased heart rate, nervous perspiration, or the alarm clock waking me up, but the dream was over.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Juxtaposition

In the early 2000s worldwide bicycle production began topping one hundred million units per annum. That is 100,000,000 new bicycles every year. For comparison, automobile production reached forty-two million units at that same time. Seventy thousand UFO sightings are typically made each year. Bigfoot has been spotted three thousand three hundred thirteen (3,313) times dating back to, well whenever records for such things began to be kept. I understand that politicians, on average, tell a truth five times during a full four year elected tenure. Numerically speaking it doesn't really seem as though the bicycle is the oddity.

Anyway, I don't know if this was some kind of statement, a joke, or simply a strange coincidence. We were visiting this little big antique store in Wrightwood recently, and when this juxtaposition was pointed out, I instantly recognized its photo worthiness. And then I laughed.


Sunday, January 18, 2015

2015 SoCal Cross Fever Finale: Smiling at the End


End of series, end of season. A looming gap of eight months before the first race of the next SoCal Cross Prestige Series. None of those could get the racers, those who came out for today's last SoCal cyclocross race, down.


Cyclocross season, in comparison to the sports' other disciplines, seems to come and go so rapidly. I have thought that might be tied to its place on the calendar, the end of year. It must compete with the progression of holidays that approach with increasing anticipation - Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then once they have passed, we shake our heads and wonder where they went. Like looking back on the four month season - where the heck did it go?

Today's race, at Verdugo Park in Glendale, marked the end of the season here in Southern California. The Cross Fever series is in some ways the neglected sibling to the longer, more popular SoCal Prestige Series. The Cross Fever series follows along after the other has had its fill of weekends from late September through December. It is a hard act to follow. The prestige is a rave on wheels. There is so much energy it overflows the venue, whichever venue, it doesn't really matter. That is the funny thing about cyclocross around here; there seem to be relatively few  racers dedicated strictly to it, those for whom cross season is the be-all, end-all of the racing year. In December people begin to shift focus, their eyes, their thoughts, maybe even their hearts, begin to wander. They stray. They see that first crit marked with a big red circle on the calendar, or maybe it is the first cross-country mountain bike race, they usually start to tantalize at about the same time.

Those two floozies are hard to ignore. The one is sinuous and sexy, the other dirty and a bumpy ride. Never mind that cyclocross encompasses both of those at the same time. Anyway, maybe because cross fills a gap between the end of the road and mountain seasons, and because both of those last a good long nine months, maybe that is the role that cross in SoCal is meant to fill. There is nothing wrong with that, and if it is the case, then the many racers and their supporting crew who made it to the season finale, sent the season off with a roar, a cacophony that is probably still resounding around the hills of Glendale.







Alright, so a selection of ninety-five photos from the day can be seen in a Flickr album by simply clicking here.

As usual, if you see a photo you like feel free to download it (credit where credit due, of course). Want more? Go ahead and order your own copy of the CLR Effect racing annual. There are two editions available right now (2013 and 2014), and you can preview them by clicking the 2014 Seasons in the Sun Book Preview button near the top of the right hand column.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Along for the Girlz Ride

How you attract new people to cycling, how you encourage them to keep at it, to raise their game, to become more proficient at the activity are questions that advocates and aficionados have long sought answers to. There are tried and true methods that have been utilized since the beginning of time, or at least since the beginning of bicycling for recreation. You reach out to beginners and novice riders, you hold special rides just for them, rides where everyone is of a similar level or ability, non-competitive rides where no one feels like they are out-matched or under pressure. Most of all you make riding fun, because in the end, that is what matters, that is what will keep people coming back for more.


A few weeks ago, while tooling around the hills of Bonelli I, on a couple different occasions, passed a group of women riders who were clearly having a good time. A couple days later I noticed a post pop up on the Coates Cyclery Facebook page and connected the dots linking the two. When a notice for their next ride came up I told the wife that she should consider it. Though she has been riding at least as long as myself, her experience is mostly on the road, and I figured finding a group of women to ride the dirt with would be good for her confidence. Anyway, this morning the bikes were loaded up and we made our way to the park. I figured to say hello and wish everyone a good ride and then head out on my own ride, meeting up later. Though the day started out according to plan, I rejoined the group a shortly after and tagged along with the spouse of the groups' ride leader. It worked out well that way, as I was able to direct them onto a little side trail that was new to everyone else. 

Everyone rode well, there seemed to be just enough challenge to make the ride interesting, without anyone feeling overwhelmed. In fact, on more than one steep aside, many of them decided to do some extra credit and see how far up the pitch the could make it (you didn't see me attempting any of those, did you?). The ride leader did a superb job of keeping the group together, giving pointers, and making suggestions along the way. When all was done, I think there was probably just the right amount of tired in all those pairs of legs. The post ride taco stop began the refueling and recovery process, and was a perfect ending.

Girlz Gone Riding is a women only group though, like today, there might be a spouse or two tagging along from time to time. The women are of all riding abilities, from beginner to expert, but the group does seem to periodically hold beginner-specific rides and are worth checking out. Girlz Gone Riding and GGR Inland Empire. Thanks for letting me tag along today.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The Shark Fin Saddle

I know this has been all over cycling social media, but I still feel I would be negligent if I didn't chime in as well.

There are fads, and then there are gimmicks and aberrations. The elliptical chainrings that are supposed to help you pedal circles, a fad - admittedly, one that seems to be resurgent every twenty years or so, but still a fad. Riding bikes in skinny jeans, a fad. Soft beam frames and shark fin saddles, aberrations. Does that photo not just make you wonder what was going through the mind of the designer, what made the company think that fin would ever be a good idea. Curious about the purpose to all this weirdness, I checked out the review at Cycling Weekly where I found that the fin is intended to center your sit bones on the saddle, and evenly distribute your weight. 

Now, I have written about the occasional ride where I feel like I am not sitting quite right, like maybe I am slightly off to one side or the other. But those days are rare. Mostly, the saddle does that very job itself, sans fin. With one leg on one side, the other leg off on the other, it is kind of difficult to sit anywhere other than somewhere near the center.

Cycling Weekly gives it a fair, to good, review, and  the Spanish manufacturer, Essax, says data support its proclaimed benefits. Honestly, no one is going to care about any of that - there is just too much wrong here. Some designs just shouldn't make it past the first rough sketch.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

From the Library: Rusch to Glory


Rebecca Rusch was already an accomplished athlete when she discovered a talent for racing bicycles. Having made a name for herself in adventure racing, rock climbing, and white water paddling, it should be of little surprise that the physical and mental traits required to become a champion on two wheels was already in place. Latent those traits may have been, but once the focus was discovered, the outcome might have been predicted.

When Rebecca writes "even though I'd done a fair share of biking in adventure racing… I'd never learned to love it; in fact, I hated it more than any other sport I'd tried. Bikes were complicated. They always broke. And I wasn't any good on technical terrain, so I'd end up pushing or carrying the damn thing" then follows up by winning four consecutive Leadville Trail 100s, and topped off by multiple national and world MtB championships, well, you kind of wonder if there isn't a good deal of leg-pulling going on. Technical terrain is my Achilles heel as well, but you won't find me turning it around and winning Leadville a few years down the road.

Rusch's story here is that of a true champion, one who has earned success in a wide variety of activities, one who has, through determination and effort, overcome fear and doubt to reach both personal and very public pinnacles, and one who now takes as much pride and pleasure in giving back to the community, by sharing some of her life's passion with others.

Rusch, Rebecca with Selene Yeager   Rusch to Glory: Adventure, Risk & Triumph on the Path Less Travelled   Boulder, CO: Velo Press, 2014

Sunday, January 11, 2015

2015 Icebreaker Grand Prix: Sprinting in the Rain

Icebreaker Grand Prix? Maybe we should have gone with Rain Maker Grand Prix for this years' road season kick off race. It was grey, it was gloomy, it was wet. The rain was little more than a heavy mist for the earliest races, a typical Irish soft day, but conditions worsened progressively, becoming more storm-like for the end of the Junior Men 17-18, the Masters 50+, and the Category 4s. Umbrellas were sprouting like mushrooms, and while the rain never became torrential enough to wash people away, standing room under the scattering of easy-ups became prime real estate. Attrition took a heavy toll before some races even began. Consider the Masters 55+ race where only eight of twenty-two pre-registered riders toed the line. Consider the Masters 50+ race where only nineteen of forty-five pre-registered racers toed the line. What's with those guys between 50 and 60 anyway? The over-60s didn't have an aversion to the morning wet, the Junior fields were healthy, and the Cat 4 race was a fair size. Well, for those who did forsake the warm house and strong cup of morning coffee, they found themselves with a better than normal chance as a result. 

Breaks developed in a couple of the morning races. In the 55+ race the trio of Marvin Hall, Greg Hayes, and Joseph Gonzalez went off almost from the very first lap. Though a fourth rider unsuccessfully attempted to bridge up to the three, the break drummed on even as the fall of rain increased, becoming heaviest just in time for the sprint finish where Hall, windbreaker flapping in the windy wake, outsprinted Hayes for a wet win.

In the Junior Men 17-18 another trio broke away, though their move came later in the race. The early part of that race was the typical cat and mouse game; various attacks were attempted, but each was brought back. Finally, three Lux-Specialized riders (Bo Knickman, Brandon McNulty, Adam Alvarez) moved away and built a comfortable lead which lasted to the end. The remaining Lux riders back in the bunch prowled around the front in order to shut down any moves by other teams or riders. Their efforts paid off with, not just the top three, but fourth place as well.

Juniors 10-12 (I think, but am not quite sure)

Women Pro 1-3: 1st Colleen Gulick (Riptide Cycling), 2nd Shelby Reynolds (Southern California Velo), 3rd Amelia Tanner (JET Cycling)

Junior Men 17-18: 1st Bo Knickman (Lux-Specialized), 2nd Brandon McNulty (Lux-Specialized), 3rd Adam Alvarez (Lux-Specialized)

Masters 50+: 1st Marvin Hall (SOS Foundation/Trek), 2nd Greg Hayes, 3rd Joseph Gonzalez (SSI Velo Masters)


Category 4

Even though days like this can create some dramatic conditions, they are not ideal for photos. Everything is this monochromatic graphite tone, color washed out by the lack of light, and so I switched the camera over to a monochrome setting to match, and left it there all morning. The photo link to the Flickr album (a selection of 99 photos) is a click away.

Speaking of the photos, you are welcome to download what you see here or in the Flickr album. You can also send me an email address and I will send a full size file, just feel free to give me some recognition as the photographer. There is no charge. But. Yes, there is always a but - when you have some time check out the racing annual (Seasons in the Sun) I publish at the end of each year, it is full of photos and stuff from each of the races I made it out to. After that if you like what you saw, order a copy. You can preview the book by clicking the link in the right hand column of this blog. I also always carry copies with me at the races, so you can check out the actual book in person.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

2015 KMC Chain Winter Series, Race #1: A Bloody Fine Day

Alright, a new year of racing got off to a terrific start today on the brutally unforgiving cross country circuit at Southridge USA. There will be plenty more to come here, but I am going to try and get my own ride in today, so check back later tonight. In the meantime I am going to go ahead and dedicate this post and race report to this guy, who may have taken that bloody fine day thing a little too far. Bloodied, but unbowed, he carried on to the end:


Getting on with it, I am going to start with the photo link this time - the Flickr album has one hundred and two photos in it. As usual, the album contains only some of the many photos from the day; if you don't see who you are looking for you can always send me an email with some description - race number and team kit should be enough, and I will see what I can find. The photos here are indicative of what are in the Flickr album.

Now I have been to Southridge a few times in the past, but only once did I go there specifically for the cross country race (XC). That one time I saw little more than the finish area, so as I walked / hiked the course this day, I was rather in awe at how extensive and challenging it actually is. Getting to the top of that bloody mountain was one thing on foot, and a whole other level of extreme on two wheels. The XC portion of Southridge is much more interesting than I ever thought.


the pro men get underway













no DH action for me this weekend, the only downhill photos i got were around the registration area, and lined up for the shuttle

Anyway congratulations to the day's champions:

Gustavo Pedroza - Pro Men
Chloe Cross - Pro Women
Lance Nicholls - Veteran Pro
Sean McElroy - Expert Men U18
Cody Jutovsky - Expert Men (19-26)
Charles Ridal - Expert Men (27-34)
Chad Nicholson - Expert Men (35-42)
Greg Twitty - Expert Men (45-50)
Todd Stephenson - Expert Men (51-58)
Jon Miller - Expert Men (59-66)
Ann Fitzsimmons - Open Women
Hank Evans - Sport Men U18
Grant Hutchinson - Sport Men (19-26)
Jeremy Kneisly - Sport Men (27-34)
Simon Planken - Sport Men (35-42)
Tony Smith - Sport Men (43-50)
Mike Quick - Sport Men (51-59)
Rich Fersch - Sport Men (59+)
Kadi Ninberg - Sport Women (U34)
Tracy Jones - Sport Women (35+)
Grant Mitchell - Beginner Men (9-10)
Hayden Metz - Beginner Men (11-12)
Jack Fitzpatrick - Beginner Men (13-15)
Mason Barrios - Beginner Men (16-18)
Daniel Gama - Beginner Men (19-26)
Christian Holloway - Beginner Men (35-42)
Jason Bailey -Beginner Men (43-50)
Kenya Covarrubia - Beginner Women (U34)
Parker Gross - Single Speed Men (U34)
Randy Smith - Single Speed Men (35+)
Ed Mundy - Expert Men (67+)

Speaking of the photos, you are welcome to download what you see here or in the Flickr album. You can also send me an email address and I will send a full size file, just feel free to give me some recognition as the photographer. There is no charge. But. Yes, there is always a but - when you have some time check out the racing annual (Seasons in the Sun) I publish each year, it is full of photos and stuff from each of the races I made it out to. After that if you like what you saw, order a copy. You can preview the book by clicking the link in the right hand column of this blog.

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