Put Something In The Box
As I said before: “Bike racing in the Mid-Atlantic in March?! What?! Bike racing in the Mid-Atlantic in March in an underground parking garage?! WUTTTTTT?!?!” Yes, I know there are other races scheduled this month, but look outside. I’ll wait…
First night of four Crystal City Wednesday Night Spins set off into unknown, underground territory resulting in a rare dystopian celebration as the Ides of March approached four stories above. Turnout was decent, not as much as I’d like to see, but more than I expected considering the weather. If the weather cooperates (I know, it’s underground, why should it matter), I would expect to see more attending in the following Wednesdays.
Note: it’s freaking cold down there. Hands were frozen by the end of the night.
Big thanks to the Crystal City BID and CXHairs Team for organizing these evenings and putting yet another event in #BikeDC’s ever growing bike culture. Also thanks to Vornado for letting everyone do weird stuff in their basement.
DCCX D2 turned out to be a freakishly nice day, except voor de wind but even that wasn’t bad. Coming into the parking lot you could tell WAY more people showed up for this day than before. More vendors as well as the always welcome Baja Fresh. Although, I could think of a cycling related taco joint located in DC that might be better suited for the venue.
Course setup is the DCCX you’ve come to love—heading down the hill dropoff into the amphitheater thing, and to the left after the stairs. Was hoping the potential for some sweet jumps off the drop and the slow run up the hill after the stairs would inspire the drunken masses to get their heckle on, but to no avail. While there were more people attending, there wasn’t the craziness I’ve come to expect from the past two years I’ve attended. Have no idea why this was, but it needs to f**king stop. THERE NEEDS TO BE MOAR DRUNKEN MADNESS AND MOAR HANDUPS!! IT’S CYCLOCROSS, FFS (or cyclo-cross for you UCI heathens)!!
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Yes, that D1 stands voor Day 1, because TWO DAYS OF FULL CXSOMENESS!! DCCX still remains (as of this post) the only CX race I’m able to attend in the DC Metro area, because life. This year I was able to share the magic of veldrijden with The Bug which proved to be an amazing experience. She is now a cowbell master. Also, I sense a future Little Belgian in the making. She was already working out how to get her bike up the hills and stairs since she’s not strong enough to lift it (“You can push it, right?”). Sweet #dadlife moment.
It’s worth noting this is the first year DCCX has been a two day event. Saturday had a decent turn out, but I expected to see more people than was there, but figured many were planning on attending the normal Sunday madness. Course layout was the same as previous years, just ran in reverse with a few minor changes. Finish line was placed on the top of the hill coming out of what I’m calling the amphitheater.
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I may be getting worse at covering bike races. What’s truly sad about this is that I only manage to shoot a maximum of 3 races per year. Actually, let me reiterate—I’m getting worse at covering the actual racing. I think it’s a combination of not giving a single fux about covering it and also because I’m not carrying multiple hand cannons to capture all that sweet race action. What I like to cover is the event itself.
Regardless, Cross Vegas proved to be yet another amazing night. Don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing old internet friends again and meeting a whole bunch of new ones. Twitter cycling is truly an amazing community. The interactions are awkward, exhilarating, and familiar all at the same time.
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This year I decided to shoot the race with The Bug in tow. I originally wanted her to see the ladies race for a dose of inspiration. But alas, after an extra late night kicking it at the playground (#dadlife) the evening before plus the distinct possibility of excess chocolate consumption meant we had to sleep our hard night off—no alarms necessary. We finally made it to the mens race just as they sang the National Anthem and sent the field off for a 100 or so laps of Clarendon Cup pain.
Note: I originally planned to caption all of these, but you wouldn’t have seen the post for another week. So, photo essay it is. Wait, did I just use originally 2x in consecutive paragraphs?!
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I’ll use this moment to declare my ability to create a cycling post thing has been irreparably altered for better or worse, by MFS. As original as I can and aim to be, I cannot unsee/unread what I’ve seen/read. Honestly, this is the way I’ve always thought, now it just seems totes cool to take shots of all the bridges and overpasses on your ride (interesting or not) in order to do a post titled, “A Typology of All the Shit You Ride under While Doing the Arlington Loop.”
But I digress.
Despite the horrific Muur-ectomy, de Ronde van Vlaanderen somehow manages to produce a race. I guess monuments have a way of bringing out the best of those racing. As much as I hate the “riders make the race” saying, it definitely was the case in this edition. However, compared to the awesome might and spectacle of the de Muur-Kapelmuur, the current parcours is more a limp handshake than an angry Leeuw van Vlaanderen met raised clenched fist met lightning symbols shooting out of it.
Speaking of awesome might and spectacle, IT’S TIME VOOR GIFS.
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Soul-sucking power course with vicious runups, leg-breaking hills, and white-knuckle bombing runs. Zolder looked greasy enough to make you think the entire course with some of the sloppy to remind you what sport this is.
Essen, Belgium was a delicious, sloppy mess. Lots of 180s, some barriers, hills, stairs, flyovers, and some complex, undulating terrain made this a spectacle. And by spectacle I mean awesome.
Be gentle—this is my first time GIFing this haard. Still playing with the frame rates and color dithering. Most of these are sped up by a few frames to decrease size. Plus, the Benny Hill effect is hilarious in some of these clips. Also, this post was supposed to include Namur. Lastly, captions are completely ignoring the laws of CSS. No time to fix…
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Having been at peak physical perfection voor most of 2013 w/out a cold my luck and resistance finally succumbed, just in time voor DCCX 2013. Various trivial/not trivial reasons prevent me from attending all races except voor DCCX so the cold suckage scores high on amplitude when the two collide.
Regardless, I loaded up my All-City Low-Profile pack with the essentials v0or the cross town voyage and subsequent documentation and headed out, coughing then entire way.
I arrived, throat raw from breathing dry, gritty city air, my cold-fatigued legs shaking after the 14 mile journey through sections of DC where, not more than 10 years ago, I once would’ve been relieved of my possessions. Apres hacking up one laatste lung-ball, I headed instantly to the Staples Corner Liquors beer tent in order to sort out my painfully crippling introversion as well as my painfully crippling throat. Then it was straight over to the Crosshairs Cycling tent to meet up with the inimitable @WTFKits himself.