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The Moran 166 is a 166 Mile Gravel Race in Northern Michigan

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The Moran 166 is a 166 Mile Gravel Race in Northern Michigan

This fall, take to the Upper Peninsula to ride 166 miles through untamed Northern Michigan. The Moran 166 is comprised of lush evergreen-lined gravel roads, deep forest two-tracks, and pristine natural scenery. Beyond an epic adventure, the Moran 166 is a high-stakes bike race with $10K prize money. Sign-up and line up on September 11, 2021…

-$10,000 cash prize purse for top 10 men/women of the Moran 166 main event. Prizes for top 3 men/women of the 64-mile short-course event.
-300 racer limit for 2021 Moran 166 (150 racer limit for the Moran 64 short-course).
-Moran 166 main event starts at 7 AM. Moran 64 short-course starts at 9 AM.
-Moran 166 has restored and have secured the old Mackinac County Fairgrounds for the Start/Finish. 550,000 sq. feet. Plenty of parking.
-This will be a mass start event but all riders who feel they can complete this in 10.66 hours or less will be staged at the front. If you are staged at the front & finish in over 10.66 hours you might be publicly humiliated.
-There will be 3 aid stations & staff to manage road crossings. (There will be no aid stations for short-course racers).
-The event will be timed by Superior Timing and Moran 166 are working on live video & tracking to be displayed at the start-finish as well.
-The average high temp on September 11th is 70 degrees F. The average low is 53 degrees F.
-The bugs have generally stopped bugging by mid to late August here, so we should be good.
-Packet pickup will be at our Moran 166 HQ (one of the last buildings standing in Moran) Friday afternoon/eve.

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Bike-Camping Along Michigan’s North Country Trail on the Bombtrack Beyond+ ADV

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Bike-Camping Along Michigan’s North Country Trail on the Bombtrack Beyond+ ADV

The North Country Trail

Way back in the mid-80’s I was born about 30 minutes outside of Detroit, Michigan. The area I was in did not exactly lend itself to cycling becoming a hobby at the time, so I really never became interested in bikes and the outdoors until I moved to California and found the mountains as an adult. Fast forward to 2020 when my plans to ride through far-flung mountains in Asia all summer came grinding to a halt along with everyone else’s lives, I found myself back in Michigan for an unknown period of time.

Mino-giizhigad; Maazhi-giizhigad: The Marji Gesick

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Mino-giizhigad; Maazhi-giizhigad: The Marji Gesick

Credit: 906 Adventure Team. Cable, age 9, carving out his legacy.

(It’s a good day; it’s a bad day)

Shakespeare insisted that a name held nothing significant; in fact, a name is but an arbitrary designator. A rose,  “by any other name would smell as sweet.” If the rose weren’t called a rose, we would still swoon over the sweet smell. Poor Juliet, the owner of a smitten young heart, failed to see everything that exists in a name. In my case, at thirty years old, I still carry my maiden name. Instead, I like to say it’s the name I’ve made for myself; I don’t see that changing any time soon. I grew up in the trailer park across the street from the General Motors Factory in Janesville, Wisconsin, and attended Jackson Elementary school. It was there I celebrated Andrew Jackson as a glorious president; Jackson signed the Indian Removal Act of 1830. What’s in that name? A legacy of brutality*, I say.

*Yes, this is a reference to the 1985 album by the Misfits. Hybrid moments is one of my favorite songs of all time.