By utilizing the Exposure platform, collapsable fender company Ass Savers has started a new platform for sharing photos, beginning with the Red Hook Crit Milano. Head on over to the Ass Savers Journal for the photos and story.
The Last One Standing race in Berlin adopts the rules from a miss-n-out and applies them to a fixed gear crit. 8Bar Bikes was there documenting the day’s events.
All bandit ‘cross races should be as cutty as possible. Looks like a fun time guys! If you’re in the Denver area, don’t miss the next event.
New to racing? Or maybe you’re just one of those people who has a loosely-pinned number that flaps in the wind annoying your fellow racers. Whatever the case may be, check out this video with Taylor Kruse as he walks you through pinning a race number.
… it might just go as planned.
I don’t know about you but I love seeing how other cities celebrate ‘cross season… Here’s how West Milford, NJ gets down.
Another weekend, another Cross Crusades in the Portland area… Seriously, this one looks so amazing.
Ten years, ten hills, ten attempts at proving yourself to your peers that you’re a fast mofo. Or just an excuse to wake up at 6:30am on a Sunday to ride bikes up the steepest hills in Los Angeles with a bunch of like-minded individuals. I’ve heard of this event before. Year after year, it’s organized by Matt Ruscigno, an ex-BMXr from the NorthEast, which is where the S&M bikes reference comes from: “Feel My Legs I’m a Racer…”
The human condition of putting oneself through excruciating pain for personal betterment is something that Matt taps into with Feel My Legs. You don’t have to win the day’s ten climbs to feel a sense of accomplishment. In fact, for many of the racers, just making it up Fargo Street (the steepest residential street in California) was enough.
My morning began with coffee and a scone. Ok, two scones. Then I hopped on my touring bike, loaded up my camera equipment and went to the start of the event. I could only tag along for the first five climbs but I pretty good grasp on the event…
Oh man, Oregon knows how to throw a ‘cross race!
This past January, I flew from balmy Vancouver BC to a surprisingly frigid Austin TX to hang out at the US Cyclocross National Championships. The trip itinerary included meeting friends from the internet, watching some racing (the ones that didn’t get cancelled), and most importantly, racing John’s Crash Nationals Race. Unsanctioned “Bandit Cross” style races were new to me at this point in time and I didn’t really know what to expect… (more…)