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One of the best things about reading race reports from teammates is discovering new races through their adventures. Sure, I love to hear about the glorious suffering but I also like to hear about a race that was organized well, offered a great vibe, and/or is held on a great course. Thanks to Mark Hershberger’s report, I will add the Rabbit Valley Rally to my list for next year.
Team Newsletter May 19, 2010
In This Issue:

Team Newsletter - Snow Bike Edition
In This Issue:
Snow Bike Night
Togwotee Winter Classic
Local Snow Bike Rides
Team Shared Calendar & Upcoming Races
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Thanks and please keep the race reports & pics coming.
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The Cube Cyclocross, Race #1 - Rexburg, ID
![]() Our latest cross convert, Dave Hutchinson, unveiled his new cross bike in Rexburg
The City of Rexburg has a great three-week cyclocross race series that started Nov 7th for three weeks in a row. The Rexburg Nature Park has everything you could want in a cross venue and the cross-stoke level is high.
The Cube Cyclocross Race Reports Mike Piker, winner of the Men’s Advanced Race, reports:
There is something very disconcerting when you are at max effort hoping for the hole-shot then “Fonzie” starts to pass you. OK, so it wasn’t Henry Winkler on a motorcycle but it was a 17 year old local kid in jeans, tee shirt, and wearing leather boots riding a black single speed fixie with flat pedals. It should be mentioned that he was wearing a leather jacket but I convinced him to drop it before the race start. Fortunately, I eventually got the hole-shot but I am convinced it was only because he ran out of gearing. Whew!!!
Cyclocross is addictive in a masochistic sort of way. I find myself dreading and yet anticipating each race knowing what pain will come and the relief that follows. This past Saturday in Rexburg was no exception. After barely getting by “Fonzie” for the hole-shot, the race was on. I had jumped to the front of the pack and kept it pinned as hard as I dared. It didn’t take long before my heart rate was bouncing against the redline and my lungs were searing. Fortunately, I managed to learn from previous cyclocross race mistakes and kept myself together. It was a good thing since Gabe “Fiddie Cent” was hot on my tail and backing off my pace was out of the question. The first two or three laps went by quickly and though I was pinned, I found myself having huge fun on the course. I savored the woopties and leaned hard through the chicane that followed. I found myself looking forward to the “high mark” single track section and tried to carry more and more speed as I figured out the right line. The run up was a challenge for me but I knew there was a fun descent off the levy towards the best part of the course; the single track by the river. For the first few laps I rode the single track by the river without braking and used momentum and high gearing to power through. Of course as the race wore on my bike handling skills became sloppy and I had to avoid mistakes that would either put me into the river or allow Fiddie to catch me. The last couple laps of any cyclocross race are pretty much the same. It goes something like this: Try to breath, ride smoothly, don’t case it into the barrier, ignore the burning legs, don’t let the drool or snot sling around and smear your sunglasses, etc. Those last two laps can determine the final results of the race, but maybe more importantly, they define who we are. These races are painful and anyone who pushes hard to the end is tough and deserves to be recognized. In conclusion it was a great day of cyclocross racing. The folks in Rexburg put together a great course and the vibe was excellent. But the best part of the day was getting to race with so many teammates. The three Daves, T-Race, Gabe and I all had solid races and it was good to be able to share the experience. I managed to hold on for the win but it was hard fought with Gabe riding in second much of the race and waiting for me to let up or make a mistake. Congratulations to everyone who raced and I am proud to be part of such a great team. There are still 2 more races in Rexburg and even more racing in Montana. The cyclocross season is not nearly over and all I can say is “Thank you sir, may I have another”! - Mike Piker Gabe Klamer reports: Here is a quick dialog of the conversation I had with the devil that lives inside my head during last weekend’s race in Rex Vegas. On your mark, get set, GO!
Devil: Don’t let Piker get a gap on you! Me: Get out of my way leather jacket dude. Excuse me Byers. Excuse me Byers. Crap, I fell. Devil: EXCUSE me Byers! Get up you idiot. Close gap on 2nd and 3rd. Take 2nd place. Me: Apologize to everyone behind you. Don’t look back just focus on the Fitzy kit ahead of you. Get faster in the barriers and the run-up to make up time. Keep pinning it. Devil: Piker’s opening up a bigger gap. He can’t even run! Your HR isn’t even over 192 yet! Me: Try to smile. Try not to cry. I think my lungs are bleeding! Pin it! Devil: You’re running out of time. You only have 3 more laps. Me: 3 more laps! Are you kidding me? Piker’s fast! T-Race reports: So why is cross racing so fun? Is it the anticipation of getting the hole shot, the challenge of slick bridges, whoop de do’s, burms, barriers, ducks, pavement, run ups, sketchy DH’s while not clipped in, trees trying to take your head off, single track that could lead you into a cold pond or the fun of going around and around as fast as you can doing it again and again, trying to catch your teammates? Well for me, it’s the comradely, the potatoes, the cold beer and reminiscing afterwards that makes it the best!
The Cube in Rexburg did a really awesome job improving their course and making the trip worth while! Looking forward to more good times next week! - Tracey David Connor reports: It was great to ride with a bunch o Fitzies in Rexburg this last weekend. Could have done without another practice/warm-up re-injury incident though. I’d share the photos w/y’all but its something more for the Surgery Channel. Next start I’m getting out of T-Race’s way! - David C
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Tim Kelley reports from Boise after a big WIN
![]() Coming off my ho-hum results at Moosecross, I became both more focused and more dedicated to training, eating…and with Henry and Chellie’s help, sleeping. Flying to Boulder two weeks later, I survived a mudder that grew my bike to 30lbs and had me beaten and bruised. Oddly, I came out tired yet flying on Sunday’s Boulder Cup race. Nothing like many hundreds of fans lining a course to get you going. Grabbing my first top 10 (8th) in a Boulder Cat III race, not to mention the biggest race of their season…I was psyched.
So…with higher expectations this weekend I got 3rd in the Cat III race and got up on the box Saturday. Sunday was a bit more of a low key race…Similar course as Sat, but more technical chicanes and a steep, slippery run up…great sand beach crossing, etc. They grouped the 1,2,3,35+ together…which was only about 25+ guys. Not the fastest 1,2’s in attendance, but 1,2’s none the less…and all the 3’s seemed to be there and most of the 35+ guys…. I went to the front early taking a flier past the original whole shot blast. I was surprised to have a big gap…then just rode strong till others caught up. Three of began to distance ourselves from the group….then one crashed. Quick thoughts of “what am I doing up here” shot through my head. The third guy caught us again. I made a bike change (handlebars slipping)…so I lost the two guys and the front of the race for awhile. Oh well, fun while it lasted I thought. Somehow, I bridged back to them through a technical section I just loved and felt like I was flying through. I began thinking…hey, I could win the Cat III’s today! Then the other guy crashed again….so the leader and I were away. He cat and moused a bit on the bell lap so I pulled as hard as I could, still thinking…I could be the fastest Cat 3 if I stay away from the field (not even thinking of beating this 1,2 guy I was duking it out with). As I upped the pace after the run up I started feeling him yoyo’ing off of me…so I pushed to the “seeing dead people point” to get to the chincanes first…railed my turns through the tree strung course tape turns…and heard the twisting..sliding…thwacking of him sliding out and down behind me. ”No way” I thought….I desperately rode the beach like a drunk rider in the snow and got onto the pavement finishing straight….looked back….and woah!!!!!!!!! Zipped up the Fitzgerald’s / Snake River Brewery LS skin suit and sheepishly waived my arms half way (feeling a bit embarrassed to beat the 1,2’s for some reason)….winning the whole damn race! Yo! That felt weird…but good. First W in almost two years. How quickly everyone came to introduce themselves afterwards. One guy even said I sandbagged them (mistaking my cool cyclocross skin suit and big day sock combo for actual fitness and speed). I couldn’t help but stay, drink some of their beer and help take down the course with the bike shop / promoters putting it on. Good times in the Boise fall leaves. - TK |
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Dave Ryan reports from the Seattle, WA cross scene
![]() Dave Ryan using some body english to keep it rolling through the sand
And, this is my personal favorite race photo of the 2009 season so far. Good stuff Dave!
Sand, hills and gears…
Seattle cross is now in full swing with mud season officially here and I’m getting plenty of practice sliding around slick corners and aiming for the deep puddles to get some mud off the rims and brakes but they still managed to throw us a curve ball recently with a sandy, hilly course at Silver Lake with two hundred yard long beach front sand traps and short steep runs. Great day of racing until I pulled a calf muscle on a steep run-up, still managed to finish the race but I’m sidelined for at least a couple of weeks just as the racing is getting interesting. Ahh well, that’s the way this game goes and with a little luck I’ll still manage a race or two before the season ends. - Dave |