Our Fort Collins GrassMoots Racer Andrew Carney checks in this week with some insight to the Bailey Hundo. Andrew is known for his one gear adventures and lightweight overnight bike touring antics. Seems that even in the “shorter” races he finds some bad weather and tight racing.
He writes in……
What’s up? I headed down to the Bailey Hundo again this year trying to repeat my win from last year. The day started early with a 6 AM start from downtown Bailey as we headed out on a 7 mile road roll out before the singletrack started. As last years SS winner I got a first row call up, but on the road I was spinning with all I had to get a decent position into the singletrack.
Ready on the start line….3, 2, 1, ….Once off the road we were treated to 50 miles of fast, rolling, and flowing singletrack. It’s pretty dang easy to keep things red lined when you’re grinning ear to ear railing corner after corner. At the 60 mile mark we left the singletrack for good and finished the last 40 miles out on pavement and dirt including climbs up and over Windy Pass and Stoney Pass. I kept on the gas as much as possible even through a good 15 minutes of hail and rain near the top of Stoney Pass
For the last 10 miles I was trading blows with another singlespeeder and we took it to the line with him coming across only 30 seconds after I did. Racing down to the wire is type 2 fun at its best! All told it was a great day riding with good friends for a good cause as the event proceeds help to benefit Trips for Kids and the Colorado High School Mountain Bike League. Add this race to your calendar for next year!!
The Summer Solstice is upon us and the mountain bike race season is reaching a peak around Colorado. I had the chance to catch up with Moots mountain bike Pro Kelly Boniface after a storming weekend of racing….literally.
On Saturday Kelly was on hand in Colorado Springs for the Ute Valley US PRO XCT race. The race featured a 4.2 mile course which the women did 5 laps. Kelly in the past has been primarily a long 50-100 miler, however this year she has been doing many shorter more intense races and coming out doing really well. She has also been racing our local Town Challenge series with the Men Open group. Racing with the men has done a couple of things for Kelly…now she starts faster than she would when racing the women and also has to chase the faster carrot that is out in front of her. Kelly attributes some of her great results to the quicker start, faster pace she is doing with the men. It seems to be working….
Back to Saturday…..she lined up on a dry start line with the best in the business….Women that pin it from the start and keep it there for the duration of the event. In this case a 5 lap race that should have run about an hour and twenty minutes. Once the chaos of the start was sorted out Kelly was positioned in a top 10 spot and feeling great. About mid-race a pounding storm turned the dusty dry track into a mud/clay fest. The thick clay mud packed up drive trains and wheels rendering her bike into an overweight single speed for most of the race. Kelly pushed on and rode well in the tricky conditions. Going into the final lap she was sitting 5th and looking to make the podium at a very high level national event. Then just 2 miles from the finish her bike would go no more. She had to stop on the side of the course and resort to scraping mud off the tires with a nearby stick. Kelly got passed by 3 races and she rolled in with a fine 8th place on the day.
Talking with Kelly after the event she was optimistic and up-beat with her accomplishment. She attributed her great finish to those days spent riding in snow during the winters around Steamboat Springs…”it was about being tenacious and keeping it upright as much as possible”.
Next up for Kelly is a little rest before hitting our next Town Challenge race, a Winter Park XC race and then capping off the 4th of July with the Firecracker 50 in Breckenridge, CO. Once that event is finish she’ll take a vacation with her family and then get back on the bike and continue the last half of the season.
Moots could not be more proud of Kelly. She takes it all in stride, as she balances the full time work of a mom, business owner, and Pro bike racer.
Nice work Kelly!
Our GrassMoots man on the ground in central Florida did a little bit of a long race. 300 miles to be exact….basically making a GIANT circle around central Florida. What does it take to do 300 miles? I’ll let you read Chad Parker’s great write up of his undertaking. Not only a great guy and rider, but also good with the pen…err or keyboard as it might be.
Please check out Chads write up on the event here: CHAD PARKER HURACAN 300
As Spring really gets rolling we catch up with our Pro Mountain Biker Kelly Boniface on one of our favorite local trails here in Steamboat Springs. Our unusually dry winter has lead to some early trail riding around Steamboat. The Hot Springs Loop is about a 20 mile ride town to town and has about 2,000 feet of climbing. Kelly is in the last parts of prep for the Whiskey 50 mountain bike race in Prescott, AZ (April 27th-29th).
We have been fortunate to have some amazing GrassMoots racers and riders over the past couple of years. These racers span the country and really exemplify the Moots values and spirit. This year is no different. We’d like to introduce you to Jill Damman. She lives in Park City, Utah and from our sources on the ground, we have landed one great person to represent Moots. Just reading through her blog and looking at the adventures she takes on makes me personally want to run out the door and get lost on my bike.
Anyway, Jill has started off her 2012 race season and posted a great finish in the expert category in a xc race in St. George, Utah. A nice way to kick start a long season of racing.
Check here for regular updates on all GrassMoots racers.
You can also go to Jill’s Blog and learn more about her there.
It’s March 8th already….time to ride and race!
On February 24th The mountain biking community lost one of it’s beloved members. Kelly Ozborn known by many as Oz, passed away days after learning of the cancerous tumor in his head. Oz was that guy on the trail whose smile was contagious. It did not matter what kind of ride you had or how you rode it, he made you feel good about yourself, good about being in nature, and good about being a cyclist. Even though I spent most of my time trying to keep up with Oz, as most of us did, he was my favorite riding friend because of his endless enthusiasm, optimism, and mad bike skills. His trailside and parking lot etiquette seemed to always make people smile and would bring strangers together in an instant. As our sport grows, too often is judgment and vibe thrown around and Oz would break that down so fast, usually with out even intending to. He was just that great of a guy. He worked just as hard as he rode and gave life his full effort. Those of us who were lucky enough to know Oz are better people because of his passion, his kindness, and his amazing endless source of positive energy. Oz left this realm just as fast as he rode and many will miss him dearly. We all ride bikes for different reasons but we are all cyclists, so be like Oz and make a stranger smile, a friend feel good, and a trial ridden with passion. Take care Oz….ride in peace.
Meet Kelly Boniface…she races in the Women’s Pro Mountain bike division on a national, regional and state level for Moots. She has been flying the Moots flag for a few years now and doing quite well. This year we will be following Kelly through her year as she balances life as a mom, wife and business owner. We will be doing some fun video updates along the way!
(photo credit: Delphine Page)
Our European based GrassMoots racer Dan Seaton checks in with this early report of contrasts and anticipation of a new mudder in the family…..he writes:
In Belgium, like a lot of places, October is a month of contrasts. Last year my October started with beautiful, summer-like weather and ended a seaside race in sleet and mud. This year is shaping up much the same way, and the races I’ve done so far in October have been so different that it’s hard to believe they all happened within about 50 km of each other. But that’s the beauty of Cyclocross: one day you can be screaming around a hard-packed course in perfect fall weather, and the next you might be knee-deep in mud, just trying to keep moving forward. You have to be prepared for anything, especially in a place like Belgium where the weather can change completely in a matter of minutes.
October started with a race in Moerbeke-Waas, on a course that was just meters from the Belgium-Netherlands border, not far from Antwerp, in a course that wound around a series of farm fields, some grassy and some loose, dusty dirt. The day was blazing hot, maybe 90° in the sun; weather that makes me think more about lazing on the beach than racing ‘cross. And there was no relief of a flat, very fast course with no shade at all.
(photo credit: Mindi Wisman)
I’ve never been great in the heat, but I had good position in the starting grid and blasted off the line to find myself in find position during the early laps. For much of the first half of the race I battled with four other guys, the group working together on the faster sections and everybody looking to break the race open wherever a turn or barriers offered a chance to grab a bit of a gap. For a while, it was going great.
Then an unusual thing happened, we all started to notice guys on the side of the course, clearly beaten by the heat rather than their fellow racers. Soon, one of our group joined them, pulling out of the race in the pits. Just as I was telling myself how tough I was, the heat caught up with me too, and I instantly was dangling dangerously at the back of our group, which now down to just three riders and me. It didn’t take much for the two leaders to pull clear, and I was left to battle the rest of the way with one guy who was able to take advantage of some confusion on the finishing straight to sneak around me just before the line. So the first result of the month was more or less disappointing.
The next week, however, saw a return to real ‘cross conditions, rain and fifty degrees. I headed south to a small race in Jodoigne, in Wallonia, the French speaking part of Belgium. Racing on a gorgeous course dominated by a hard climb on the road and a fast, slippery descent through the gardens of an old Belgian chateau, I found myself welcoming the return of bad weather. The race was my first authentically Belgian ‘cross of the season, and I felt like I handled myself pretty well.
I managed to pull away from a little group of three at about mid-race and hung on for my first top ten finish of the year, with an eighth in my under-40 category and took home a box of cookies as a reward for my best Belgian result in more than a year. Of course, I spent about three hours cleaning my bike when I got home — but when you’ve got a bike as beautiful as my Psychlo-X, what choice do you have?
The next weekend I took my shiny, clean bike back to Wallonia for one more race, this time in Grez-Doiceau, and raced on one of the most perfect fall days I have ever seen. The sky was crystal blue, unblemished by even a single cloud, and the temperature just below 60. And again we were treated to a beautiful and very difficult course that combined a very long, hard climb with a loose but very fast descent and a series of very difficult 180-degree turns. It was, perhaps, the most physical course I’ve seen in a couple of years, and left me sore for days afterwards. (You know when your arms hurt after a bike race that you were really working.)
This time I got beaten in the closing laps by a couple of guys who just played a better tactical hand than I did, but still managed a fourteenth place, good enough for a €5 prize.
Mindi, my wife, and I spent the money on post-race beverages and watched the crazy-fast Belgian juniors do battle on a perfect fall day, chatting with my friend Clément and his family. It’s hard to imagine a better way to spend an afternoon. (I owe Clément a big debt for telling me about these great Wallonian races — Flanders gets all the attention when it comes to ‘cross, but the folks in the south are warm and welcoming and know how to put on a great race too.)
The afternoon was especially great because it’s probably the last I’ll have for a little while. Sometime in the next week or so, Mindi and I are going to become parents. So I’ll be thinking more about cleaning dirty diapers than dirty bikes for the foreseeable future. But I hope to pick up where I left off when the big November races roll around in a couple of weeks.
And yes, the kid will be out there alongside the course with his mom and dad. It’s never too soon to get them started with ‘cross, right?
Our Euro man Dan Seaton gets his early season Hup going in Knesselare, Belgium.
GrassMoots racer Dan Seaton dives into Cyclocross season with hi-hopes and changes on the way. This year they will welcome a little one into the family to help cheer him on! Congrats to them, looking forward to a season of reports coming our way!….This week he writes in on his first race……
In Belgium recently the temperatures have been dropping, the rain falling, and the beer flowing, which can only mean that it’s that time of the year again: cyclocross is back! The professionals here kicked their season off this weekend in Erpe-Mere, while the amateur season has already been going for a few weekends.
On Saturday we headed out to Knesselare, just outside Brugge, for the kickoff of the Flemish Cyclocross Cup and my second race of the season. The day was cool and rain was threatening as we rolled up to the line (a huge improvement from the 90-degree heat I suffered in last week) and, with a lucky first-row call up, I was feeling good about my first real test of the fall. Unfortunately, I squandered my good position by immediately crashing into the barbed wire fence that lined the course, but quickly rebounded and found myself in a tough battle with three other guys with whom I traded position for the better part of the race.
The toughest of these riders was another American, visiting Belgium from North Carolina and testing out the local ‘cross scene. He consistently rode the whoop-de-doo section near the beginning of the lap better than me, but after a summer of the toughest training of my life, I was able to reel him back in on the course’s long power sections. Having spent most of the summer riding on the road, my Psychlo-X and I were still getting comfortable with one another during the warm-up, but by mid-race we were back to carving turns and powering over hills like old times.
My wife and I are having a baby in about a month, so I knew going into this season it was going to be one full of new challenges, so I wanted to make these early pre-fatherhood races count. And I think I did a pretty good job of it: I powered through the last lap and put enough distance on my three pursuers to roll comfortably across the finish unchallenged. I managed to roll across the line just one spot outside the masters top 20, my best ever result at Knesselare, and I also held off my new American friend by 10 seconds or so. All in all, a good day for me.
Before I wrap this up, I’d just like to say a huge thanks to Moots for agreeing to support me and my racing again this season. I really couldn’t do this without their help. Here’s hoping that this is just the beginning of another great adventure on my bike — and, this time around, as a dad as well — here in Europe.
Our GrassMoots warrior David Gensch takes some time to raise some money, reflect on what its all about and take a ride with his dad. Does it really get much better than that? He writes in about his experience…..
Rising before dawn, my dad and I, suit up and head out to Leadville to start the 2011 Courage Classic with 5000 other riders. After our first sampling of catered food and the juice of life we call coffee, you can tell that the event is meticulously organized. With all of the fund raising going straight to the Children’s Hospital, the general vibe is about community involvement, support, and selflessness.
The ride Starts in Leadville and heads out over Tennessee pass to Minturn, and then on to Copper Mountain via Vail Pass. We chose to start early as to avoid the masses and the ever-present Colorado thundershowers. The morning was crisp, clear and perfect. With copious amounts of volunteers the aid stations were well stocked and the regularly positioned “cheerleaders” supported each passing rider with genuine enthusiasm. I road a Vamoots CR for the event and it effortlessly climbed up each pass and handled the rough road and frost breaks at high speed with ease.
Returning to Copper Mountain, I was meet by my wife and two boys at the finish line putting the icing on the cake to a great 65 miles. After some super fun family time, my wife and kids left to go back home. On my way back to our hotel, I was walking behind a woman wearing a jersey that read, “Alex’s Angles, In memory of my son Alex”. I did the math on his time here on earth and he was two days older than my ten month old when he left this world. With a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat, it quickly reminded me that we are here for so much more than a great ride in the mountains. Of the many people I spoke with there are so many success stories and works in progress, but when you see the dedication “in memory of” photos on the backs of parents it solidifies the importance of being present each day and being part of a community to support each other and our journeys. After dinner I move on to more trivial things like vicariously living through the drunken tour fan in a speedo as I ice my foot from a serious sprain two weeks ago, (see photo) and melt into the couch.
The weather is again perfect and route leads us down to Dillon and then west towards Kremling for the century ride. Ute pass was great as the Sunday vehicle traffic was vacant. However, that quickly changed on the way back to Dillon as large trucks with boats heading for the lake buzzed by close enough to force you look straight ahead and hope that every thing works out. It was down right sketchy and made high speed mountain biking in the tight trees and rocks feel as safe and soft as my sons blankie. A nice couple of climbs in and around Breckenridge lead us to lunch, which again was impressive and full of volunteers. Of the many things I love about riding a Moots bike and representing the company, are the conversations that arise simply because of my bike and clothes. On the way back to Copper, I ran into “Lou the box guy”. He is the man who makes the cardboard boxes that so perfectly cradle the seed of a dream that each Moots owner gets to open and plant.
He was riding with a women who’s son had been in treatment for years and was doing well in large part to the care he has received at Children’s.
Starting early again, my body hurts a bit more today with limiting riding of late due to my ankle sprain. I am again quickly reminded of real pain and struggles by the ongoing stories of the many children and their journeys. As we head over Fremont pass back to Leadville the sun splashes the high peaks and the bike pulls me over each summit with eagerness. Once in Leadville the route loops around Turquoise Lake, which is not only very scenic but what a great little loop that I could just do circles around. We finish at the starting point from three days ago and kids from the hospital handed each rider a medal of completion…what a great touch.
After this experience, I will continue to participate in this great event. This years ride raised just over 2.1million dollars for the Hospital and some earnings are still coming in. Many thanks to the volunteers from the medics and State patrol, to the aid stations and cheerleaders, you guys rock. I loved being able to share this time with my father and look forward to including my sons and wife more next year.
The Vamoots Cr covered the 235 miles and 14000 vert. with such ease and comfort yet negotiated my last minute twitches with absolute precision. Among the 10 or so riders that I saw and spoke with on Moots bikes the oldest frame was 18 years old and it was in great shape. The man said that he had gone through many groupos and wheels and had done nothing to the frame. Enough said…. Thanks Moots.