While this is a gallery showcasing the 2014 Cyclocross Scuffle in Elgin, Texas, it’s also a tale of what I believe is one of the best cross courses of the season thus far. Let me preface this by saying most courses in the Austin area are jokingly called “grass crits.” That means, a lot of straight ways, usually 4 – 6, which gives a lot of riders who might not have bike control the upper hand over those who aren’t in prime fitness coming off road season.
As someone who doesn’t race road, but rides a lot of trails on his cross bike, I hate these courses. Even with recent weight loss, I still huff and puff on all the straight aways and tear apart the technical “features.” Meanwhile, it’s the opposite for the fellas who raced road all season and didn’t touch their cross bike all summer…
The Red Hook Crit spawns so many videos and this one’s the first complete recap I’ve seen. Nice job Castelli!
Photos by Francesco Dolfo
I’ve been looking for some photos to post about the Red Hook Crit Milano and to congratulate my girl Ash Duban for crushing the women’s race. She shared the podium with Eduard Grosu, the winner of the men’s race.
This year’s Red Hook Crit series has been exhilarating to watch. Congrats to everyone who raced in it. Now, go check out all of Francesco’s photos.
I cannot get over how incredible this year’s Trans Provence looks. Seriously, what an incredible event!
Hey Minneapolis, head out to this and wear a damn costume!
Free Fun at Urbocross
Photos and words by Gideon Tsang
Cycling is usually fun, often not free and occasionally funny.
Racing a criterium is not free, usually fun and funny only when an armadillo crosses the road during the race. (True story and a problem isolated to racing in Texas.)
A deep tissue massage is not free or fun but funny as fuck when your Kiwi masseuse tells you farting stories. (Also a true story).
Bike camping is alarmingly fun and almost free. Insert naked cliff jumping and/or mushrooms for funny…
Urbocross is a free and fun four week cyclocross series on the urban trails of Austin, TX thrown by Beat the Clock Cycling Club and CycleEast bike shop. The series ended last week straddling the end of our road racing season and the beginning cross season.
Here’s how all the action went down at the 2014 WPH HP Gran Prix. See the full results at Wolfpack Hustle.
2014 East Coast Messenger Stage Race
Words and photos by Chris Lee
It was a warm, sunny day in Washington, DC. Observe the scene at the most southern tip of Hains Point park and you’ll start to see a group of rag tag racers gather near an enormous matte black camper truck. As the racers arrive, they each greet each other with warm hand shakes or even the occasional hug. This is where this year’s East Coast Messenger Stage Race would begin…
Here’s a video from Crihs:
“Francesco Martucci is a cyclist from Italy who has been coming to the Red Hook Crit for the past 4 years. Every year Martucci comes to Red Hook with the expectation of winning the race and every year he has fallen short. He came very close in Milano No. 3. Late in the race coming into the final turn before the finish with a few laps to go, he slid out. We follow Martucci through his preparation for Red Hook No. 7 in Brooklyn.
In Milano No. 3 he crashed on the first lap. Got back up and later attacked off the front. Rainier from Mash bridged up to him with only a few laps to go and they held a gap over the peloton. The peloton caught them finally with less than 2 laps to go. He still finished 4th that year.”
Best of luck to everyone racing the Red Hook Crit Milano!
We are Here to Win Fucking Races
Photos by Dylan VanWeelden, words by Kyle Von Hoetzendorff
Charlie and Alex arrive at a bar. They’re friends, they met through bike racing, they’re both good at it, they’re both tall. Charlie, usually big on words with questionable substance and unquestionable humor is noticeably quiet. Something is troubling him. Wit isn’t lacking in Alex however, he powers the conversation, something he has never had a problem with, throwing out easy jabs, blockable shots, lazy passes, hoping to get his friend into the game.
Alex knows they’re competitors, that, while he leaves himself open for body blows, Charlie, in his current state of discontent, is vulnerable and it would be easy to land a couple of devastating hits, but this isn’t where they compete, and that isn’t how you play the game. In their field time is the perpetrator, the villain.