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The OC: A Durham Cross Caper

For the 5th race in the NCCX series, our intrepid warriors made their way to Durham for the Birdsong Brewing/Common Market CX crew. Here is how their day played out. Complete with photos from the weekend prior in Boone!


The day started with Rufio and I passing BC on the drive up (only time I could pass BC). Getting to the race I was happy to see we were at an old “circle” track (in redneck speak). It reminded me of a simpler time in Florida where we would go out to Bithlo and watch Crash-O-Rama. Quite the spectacle with school bus figure eight racing and jet engined drag cars to burn down the buses that didn’t make it. Good times but back to the race. I went in to this race planning on going hard off the start and trying to get away from as much mayhem as possible early on. I failed. They made us line up twice since we had to clear a path for the kids race at the start/finish and my original third row position was now a fourthish row. The whistle blew, I clip in and I’m ready to go except the mass of riders swerving about bumping bars prevents me from going towards the front. First corner onto the grass infield and it was a parking lot. Good thing I’m not terrible at trackstands because that skill turned out to be useful a few times on the first lap. The dust storm that formed from the conga line in the woods was pretty great too.

Well I couldn’t get towards the front early on, but I was going to try to push hard early on trying to real in some riders before they got too far out in front. Working my way up gradually I had a fun moment when I passed three riders through the barriers. Most of the race was nothing to right home about, but like Joey said you have to have some goals during the race to make it feel like you are racing and not just riding. My goal was to catch this rider I saw when I was coming out of the off camber section who was in front of me like 10-15 seconds. Through the last singletrack section I got within 5 seconds of him and reeled him in the rest of the way in on the grass section before entering back onto the track. I sat on his wheel (this guy was an oak tree of a man great draft) until we were almost to the finish straight. I pulled out of the draft and gave the sprint everything I had. I pulled away from the oak tree, but it turns out the guy on the side of the trail that we had just passed with the dropped chain caught back up and was on my wheel and nipped me at the line. A double sprint finish which was a lot of fun to be a part of. I ended up 25th.

It was a great weekend with everyone having really strong rides. Not everyone had the best luck but we looked good while we were racing. This coming weekend should be even better.


I don’t have a crazy computer on my bike but at one point in the race it said I hit 54mph! Woot woot … Anyway I raced Singlespeed and CAT 4/5. I got a bad start(one of my worse) in SS and worked my way up thou the pack and placed 5th. CAT 4/5 I had a way better start and jumped out third wheel and heard there was three big crashes on the first lap with one guy breaking a few ribs. The first lap there was about 10ish people off the front but the track blow people up. Got passed by one kid and took home 4th of 60 plus people.

Weekend update:
SS 5th place and overall 4th
CAT 4/5 4th place and overall 3th

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NCCX #5 had arrived! How the heck are we already five races into the season!?? And I’ve only finished 4 of them – which brings me to my Omnium standings – after gutting out a 15th place in Winston-Salem three weeks ago, which included losing a total of 4 places in the last two laps, and then managing a 12th last week on the frozen tundra of the Boone fairgrounds, I am sitting in 11th in the overall standings just one place away from a coveted call up to the front row.

This week’s course was out in Orange County near Durham; an old stock car track which I thought was really cool because Stroker Ace and Breaking Away are my all-time favorite movies so I would get to act out both. We would start on the track, do a quarter lap, and then immediately duck onto the infield for some back and forth 180 stuff and barriers before finally getting back on the track and leaving the stadium altogether to go out on the grass and single track surrounding the race track to complete a lap (which was completed when you came back into the stadium and around the track). It was a warm, dry, extremely windy day (just ask the Birdsong tent which got taken out) and the race featured some off camber hillside riding and one true run up that you went into by making a really hard left – some could ride it. I could not. The single track sections were short but they had some technical turns and lots of little roots and rocks.

In Raleigh and Winston I had been passed in the last two laps by this dude rocking an awesome handle-bar stache and downhill helmet – his codename will be Rollie Giove. He was at this race and I was determined to beat or at least stay close to him. Also, the guy I refer to as Mr. Middle of the Pack was now sitting one place ahead of me in the overall. If I could beat him again I would most likely leap frog into the top ten. I dropped him with two to go in Boone so I was hoping to get away from him again this week. But I did psyche myself out the night before the race. Just like when I get on Web MD to find out what kind of cancer I have, I got on Pre-Reg to see who registered. We had 24 guys in our race and I noted that of the 24, 20 of them had beaten me at one time or another this season (not including my DNF in the first race). I could have a bad start and end up near the back never to recover. Plus the Upper Echelon of Chris Sugar, BC Roberts and Andrew Stackhouse were in the race and they always end up on the podium along with Adam Perez who won the first two races before crashing in the 3rd race and missing Boone last week.

On to the race: We lined up on the track behind the Elite 1/2 Masters and the regular 3s. Tim staged us and Judy berated us and we were ready to rock n’ roll. I grabbed a second row starting position right behind Big Carl Pelzer – he beats me every race but last week he was right ahead of me at the finish. His power is good. I figured I’d follow him as long as I could. I was expecting a countdown but instead Judy blew the whistle with no warning and off we went. I was clipped in quickly and sprinting. It was super sketchy on the track with a mass of dudes trying to get to grass first. We hit the grass and I was probably around 10th place. On the first turn on the grass I saw BC Roberts go down and we all jammed on the brakes but he was up and off again in a split second. When we finally exited the stadium I had no idea what place I was in but Chris Sugar was right in front of me. Adam Perez immediately crashed and we all passed him and I never saw him again. I could see BC and Stackhouse getting away with a few others up front. Sugar could obviously see this as well as he put down the hammer and sped off after them. I tried to stay close but his power is incredible and he gapped me as we hit the first single track section. I came to the part of the course where you have to go up a steep hill and around a fence post and immediately back down a steep bank and I was coming back to Sugar’s wheel. As I went around the fence post someone hit my back tire with their front tire and then barged by me while going “sorry, sorry, sorry”. I was like “It’s okay man, it’s all part of the game”. It was Rollie Giove. I was like “perfect, I’ll grab this guy’s wheel and see where it takes me”.

Therein started a series of laps that were almost identical every time – Rollie’s bike handling is impeccable and he’s pretty strong so we just continued to push on lap after lap, catching Cat 3s and Elite 1/2s. I followed his every line through the single track and we would surge on the inclines to drop Cat 3s who were trying to get on with us. When we would ride through the stadium he would crush it on the track and I would try to stay tucked in on his wheel. With 3 to go we came off the track onto the infield and I looked to my left and BC/Sugar/Stackhouse were right there, just a straight away and probably 10 seconds up on us. This Rollie guy – who is really named Mark Overby – had crushed it so hard we were coming back on the leaders. I could ‘ve kissed the guy – I started to tell him we were probably in the top ten right now but I felt the dry heaves coming on. I just tried to relax and keep my food down. I made it through the next lap in the same position but at this point Mark and I had picked up two Cat 3s. Mark was leading, the two Cat 3s were next with me sitting fourth wheel. I worried one of the 3s would foul up and I would get caught behind them or Mark would surge and they wouldn’t answer. I also noticed that Andrew Stackhouse had come unglued from the lead pack and was just ahead of us. He had won Boone last week so to catch him would be great, even if he was obviously having a substandard performance.

Before the season I had told myself I probably would not be getting any podium spots like I did last year in the Masters 4 but that I needed to try to do something “special” every race: try to catch the guy right in front of you, try to drop someone and beat them, go as hard as you can on the last lap. Just something that could be considered racing and not just riding. So I decided on the last lap that I needed to try to drop and beat Overby and see if I could catch Stackhouse. As we were coming out of the single track on an uphill gravel section I sprinted as hard as I could around the two Cat 3s and Mark and was clear. They immediately came after me and I heard one of them right on my wheel. We went into the off camber section and I was going as hard as I could. I hit the run up and had a slow dismount but a good hard run up the hill. I then noticed that no one was actually behind me. They were probably 5 or 6 seconds back. I hopped on my bike and sprinted like mad. Another single track section and grass section and I could see no one behind me and Stackhouse just ahead of me. As I came off the grass onto the ramp that drops you into the track I saw Stackhouse’s helmet disappear over the edge into the stadium. I followed him in but he was probably 10 seconds ahead of me and sprinting and I had nothing left. I looked back. No one behind me. I eased up and rode across the line in 6th place. I was ecstatic. Could a podium place be possible this year?”

FLCX and the Crosscopter!

The One With The Cyclocross Re-cap!


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It’s time for your weekly installment from our intrepid cx crusaders! Stop #3 of the North Carolina Cyclocross Series brought Thirty Sixth Street Racing’s Birdsong Brewing presented by Common Market Cyclocross Team to The Children’s Home in Winston-Salem.

One of the team’s favorite courses from last year proved to be a fine wine, getting better as the years go by, with this year’s edition featuring a slightly revised layout which incorporated more European-skill sections with American-power slogs. Results are as follows:

Single Speed
Rufio – 6th | Series Standing – 6th
TK Hall – 13th | Series Standing – 18th

Rufio – 9th | Series Standing – 9th
TK Hall – 43nd | Series Standing – 83rd

CX 3 (Masters 35+)
Joey Cross – 15th | Series Standing – 19th
David Crews – DNF | Series Standing – 58th

CX 3
Mansour Benkeria – 20th | Series Standing – 19th

CX P1/2
Devin Clancy – 9th | Series Standing – 12th



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Hello friends and future friends.

Another fun and the first”cold” day at FLCX. And when I say cold, it means it was below 80 degrees at the start, and didn’t quite reach 90 throughout the day. A completely flat, but technical course was laid out. 90% of the turns were torn up grass/sugar sand, which I’m slowly getting better at. Tons of costumes at the course made it a blast. Crosscopter was out flying around, so I’ll post a link to that as soon as it’s up.

My first race was the P1/2/open. Only 10 brave souls lined up, but the state road race championships were taking place just 20 minutes away, robbing us of some competition. FLCX has been campaigning for the last 4 years with USAC and FBRA to force the promoter to move the race to take place earlier in the year and out of one of the most fun CX weekends. Florida road racing is dominated by 2 for profit promoters, and it’s pretty ridiculous, but I’ll get into that some other time. I had a horrible start, and got stuck in last place. It was 3/4 of a lap before i moved up to 9th. On the second lap I passed 8th. On lap 3, I fell into the groove with 2 other guys (one of them was Jeremy Powers!) They were going pretty easy, so I decided to sit in with them a little. Powers fell off our group, and I was sitting on the wheel of the guy in front of me. He would ride the sandpit while I ran and gain time on me in the following technical section, and then I would catch up and get back on his wheel in the straight, power sections. With 3 to go, I tried to ride the pit, and had to bail halfway through and lost tons of time. I guess I gave up and settled for 6th, as the last 3 laps, I was hardly even breathing hard. Lesson 1, pass the guy who’s better at technical shit, and make him ride your wheel through the muck. Lesson 2, 5th place pays money, 6th does not. Don’t give up. The 60 min race felt easier than Cat3. I think this is because the field was really spread out, and it’s easy to get comfortable in your position. Next race, I’ll push myself harder.

Single speed had about twenty something racers. I had a great start, and was in 1st at the first turn. I took it wide, hooked the tape, and proceeded to stretch it completely across the path of my competition. We all had a laugh about that one. I was quickly in 4th of a group of 4 on the first lap. 3rd place made some technical mistakes, so the first two got ahead. I had about a 10-15 second gap to catch lead group (which included a pro mtb racer who was just “having fun” in a pretty stupid awesome costume). I maybe could have caught them, but then I hit the heckling/handup zone. I have a reputation to uphold, so I took every beer and cookie I could get my hands on for the remainder of the race. I knew the guy in 4th would fade, so I settled for 3rd place on the 1st lap.


All in all, it was my easiest race weekend in a long time. I had tons of fun. I got a sweet spookyX medal. I didn’t crash!!! Made more FLCX friends. It’s so small here, and the officials turn a blind eye to all the handups.


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The line up for SS was the normal 20 people and the course was fast and dusty … End up sitting in 4/5/6 the hole race and finished 5th!

In the CAT 4/5 race I got to the line with 20 mins to start and all of 70 plus people were there as well. I put my bike on the second row, though, for the hopes of a good start! The start was good with me and ten or so guys pulling off the front within the first half a lap. There was two or three guys that had great start but not strong on the course AKA they blow up! The last two laps on the course there was like 50 little targets or kids on the course because they mix SS with kids. Smart, I know, but it just makes the race that much more slow and fun. I should have dressed like Michael Jackson because maybe the parents would have pulled their kids out of the race and also yelled “I’m right behind you” or “who wants some candy.” But anyway I traded I few spot with a few guys and end up 9th of 73 people.

A good weekend of racing all around and thanks goes out to Birdsong Brewing, Common Market and the 36th Street Racing support team/tent party, complete with cookie logs this week!



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Cyclocross racing is defined by periods of high intensity exertion interspersed between sections testing your technical acumen on a bike. Barriers, sand-laden off-camber turns, flowing sweepers that tempt you to grab just a smidge of brake, and brutally punchy climbs which can be placated if you just huck that descent a bit faster are just some of the technical elements you might run into week in and week out. This week’s NCCX race in Winston-Salem featured the most challenging element I’ve ever encountered: The trek to the team tent.

“You see all those tents over there, by the start line, positioned near the port-o-johns and close to the vehicles in which 8-tons of your cross-related gear are waiting to be unloaded? All set up by suckers. What a terrible vantage point of the course they have! No, I’ve got a better spot in mind…,” thought Rufio and Mansour. In much the same way Alaska was settled because, ‘Would you look at that view of Russia we have and it’s totally conveniently placed with respect to the worldly-hub that is St. Lawrence Island!,’ the aforementioned parties positioned the team EZ-up near the barriers. Problem being, getting to the barriers required one to cross the course approximately 17 times, negotiate an ankle-twisting downhill, scale the Aggro Crag, and wade the Styx and Acheron rivers into the land of the dead where one would find our team tent complete with its fantastic vantage point. Crews looked like he had aged considerably after one trip and only had four to go.

Setup intervals aside, the course at Winston-Salem was one of my favorites from last year, and although changed for this year’s edition, it was even better. Featuring a hearty combination of skill elements which peg your heart rate because you are praying you don’t crash by taking that turn just a smidge faster and power elements which ensure it never drops below bursting-from-your-chest BPM, the 2013 course was solid. What was not solid was my gelatinous kneecap which I had deftly negotiated a pedal into with considerable force just two days prior. Some would call it a crash. I would refer to it as business-as-usual this year. It was movement constricting enough that I didn’t actually register to race until 30 minutes before the start. I had to make sure that I could successfully emulate the motion of an elderly person getting out of a wheel chair in order to stand up to sprint.

I could, as it turns out, do that well enough that it was game on to race on. Employing this elderly technique, I successfully went from a 2nd row start to the back of the pack by the first corner, which is pretty much how it would have gone with a healthy knee anyway since accelerating at the rate of gravity is totally in my wheelhouse… probably why I’m so good at falling. The race went decently enough with my only goal to ride steadily-hard and finish without incident; place-be-damned I was setting my own pace and trying to put together a complete race. This technique works well for mid-pack finishes, as I crossed the line in 9th/22 , and pleased with my effort and ability to keep the blood inside my body this week.

See, in cross, it’s easy to go really hard, which ends in only two ways: really good or really, really bad. If you’ve developed the skill of keeping your wits about you when negotiating technical terrain with your heart rate pegged, it’s going to wind up good. You’re going to wind up dry heaving as you cross the line, leaving all your energy out there on the course. If you don’t have the skillset, though, you’re going to be leaving body parts out there, as I’ve come to find out rather painfully this season. So, choosing the less sexy, steady-Eddie technique, I was able to pick off riders who had gone out too hard and paid the price. Most hadn’t crashed and had toned it down before they did, which is where my plan pays off. Unfortunately, it’s not a plan that sees the front of a race very often unless you have a hell of a motor, but it is a plan that I’m comfortable with and hope will lead to improvements week in and week out.

Real talk: This cross season has been a difficult one, so far, in that coming into it, I felt like I had already raced the season. Fatigue, low-motivation, poor sleep, too many hard days, not enough easy days, etc. all point towards being a cycling moron. Non-stop racing this year has definitely taken its toll, and I’m hoping a change in protocol (read: TAKING IT EASY) will bring things a bit back in balance because cross is too damn fun not to be excited about. The group we have this year is stellar both on and off the bike, and I’m looking forward to tackling the rest of the season with you all, enjoying every pedal stroke, every no-bake cookie, every bubbly brew and/or Hot Toddy, every awkwardly positioned tent, every post-race pontification party, and every memory we’ll share. Time to clear the barriers and execute a David Crews sexual chocolate remount (seriously, the man hops on a moving bike really, really well).


While George is out on the DL, check out his latest musings on Ride Rock Hill


Blast-from-the-Past Bonus Report from NCCX#1/2:
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A new season of NCCX has dawned! Time to race. With my move to the 3s I had one goal for this season: try to get in one top ten finish. Then I saw they created a Masters 35+ CX3. That would be my race! But what would be my goal? A top ten in Masters 3 35+ might be totally obtainable without all those hot young hunks in there mucking up my placings with their 300 wattage for 20 minute threshold tests and their super tight asses that look great in spandex and probably in jeans too and look nothing like my flat anti-ass. I decided my goal would be to try to finish as close to BC Roberts as possible. He was by far the most dominate Masters 4 last year. He won all the races he entered with the exception of one and that was only because a Cat 2 roadie showed up. I got within a few seconds of him by the end of the last season. So yes, BC Roberts, I have you in my cross (haha! Get it!??) hairs. Plus he’s just a nice dude and really hilarious and fun to race with.

Saturday – Charlotte:
I hate sand. Plain and simple. I gots no power and when I hit a deep section it slows me WAY down. The line up for this race was pure chaos. There were three races going off in succession – Masters Elite 35 +(Cat 1 and 2), regular Cat 3s, and the Masters 35+ Cat 3 (me!). The race director came down to sort us out: Elite 35+ would start first, then regular Cat 3 and then my race. When we were finally staged I was in the third row of my race behind Slowy Jenkins and I Can’t Get Clipped In McGillicutty. Boo!

My start was terrible but, while still on the pavement, I managed to find a wheel that looked promising. Some guy from Asheville that had done quite well in one of the Masters races I watched up earlier this year. I hung on his wheel as we made our way off the pavement and onto the grass. The run up was a cluster fuck and I lost his wheel and then found myself behind a couple of slower guys. I could see that the group of BC Roberts, Chris Sugar and Andrew Stackhouse were pulling away up the road. I couldn’t get around these guys until we went up that curving hill into the finish line. I sprinted by them and went like mad to try to catch up. My target group wasn’t too far ahead as I came into the sand pit.

Unfortunately, coming into the pit, I had to brake as two guys slowed up for the sand instead of hitting it hard. This resulted in me going into the sand and running up on the back wheel of one of these guys and having to veer right into the middle of the pit – where there were no wheels track and it was deep. I came to a stop and started to fall over and got my foot out just in time and had to run with my bike. Unfortunately, I got off my bike on the wrong side and had to switch sides to get back on. I was now way behind. I decided to ride as hard as possible and see who I could catch, but on the second lap, as I came into the real bumpy section at the bottom of the course that leads to the big drop right before the run up, I saw BC and his group going up the run up. I was out of it. Mercifully one of the gods (probably Zeus) threw a magic missile and did 2d6 damage to my rear tube and I flatted. I rode the flat to the bottom of the run up, hopped off and walked up the hill slowly knowing I had no pit gear and I was done. Some drunk hipster yelled “It’s called a run up not a walk up”. I hopped the tape, threw my bike on the ground and grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face into mine and said “I have f**king cancer motherf**ker! I’m lucky I was able to even ride two laps out here! That’s why I’m walking!”. Not really, but I’m sure that’s what Lance would‘ve done. I went to the tent and sat down and enjoyed the endorphin rush that 15 minutes of all out effort gives you.

Sunday – Raleigh:
I stayed in a hotel in Raleigh Saturday night so I wouldn’t have to get up early and drive. I think every child in the state was also staying there and had been given free reign to run about past their bed times. I woke up early and went to fix my rear
flat in the parking lot. I only had road tubes, however, so I was praying it would hold up. I also decided against running low pressures – I was going to pump those babies to 55 and leave them. Bumpity bump let’s see what happens.

So I set three goals for this race: 1. Finish! 2. Ride the run up every time 3. There’s a certain guy that I see at all the races who is a 3 and he’s always right in the middle of the pack of every race. I won’t name names and I don’t know him and don’t think any of us do, but I wanted to beat him. If I could beat him then I figured I’d finish in the top half of the race field.

I had a much better idea of the line up for this race (same thing as the day before with the Elites first, regular 3s and then us) so I searched out Andrew Stackhouse and tried to be near him – he was top ten the day before. The race director did call ups but only a few of the top ten from the previous day were actually there so it turned out I had a front row start. It looked like we had about 30 in our race. The first two groups went off and then we were sitting on the line waiting with anticipation. I felt pretty calm – but I thought Judy would give us a “you have ten seconds”. Instead she just blew the whistle. I wasn’t anticipating it but I hopped right up and got clipped in immediately and had a fantastic start. We sprinted on the pavement to that first lefthand turn and there was almost a crash going around the turn. Two dudes got together ride beside me and bounced off each other. I was all like “y’all be careful! Nobody needs to wreck today”.

When I get scared I start talking outloud and I can actually hear myself and I think “Dude, you sound stupid. Shut up.” I gave it all I could to make it into the shoot they had set up that took us into the woods. As I was going in it looked like maybe 9 or 10 guys were in front of me so I was like “hells yeah, I be jamming” (I said that in my head). In fact BC was right in front of
me. He’s very thin like me and does not have a nice ass. I negotiated that single track section through the pine needles quite well and as we came out on the second pavement section I blasted by a couple guys and made it onto the grass. I was sitting in nicely. But on the bottom section of the course – that gravel road area and then that really fast section that went through the grassy field and around that tree – I started to lose some ground to the leaders. Then there was the hard section where you start to go back uphill and work your way up and around the course, over the barriers and up the run up. I didn’t fall too far back the first two laps but the leaders slowly got away. I was making it up the run up every time and feeling pretty good about it. Eventually two dudes passed me. And then another and I couldn’t keep them in sight.

With four laps to go (which made me go, “Four laps! Last year my whole race was three laps!”) I looked back and saw Mr. Middle of the Pack coming up on me with another guy in tow. I was like “Shit! I want to beat this guy. I set that as a goal for this race and if you don’t at least try to accomplish goals then what’s the point in living?”. I couldn’t commit suicide at the age of 41. I still have so much to give. They were a ways back for a while but kept getting closer. One time, after the run up, I was winding through that 180 part and he and the guy in tow were only a straight away away from me. I told myself “stay under control, don’t crash or bobble and sprint every time you go through the start finish”. So I did just that. He probably got to within 20 feet of me with his companion in tow, but with two to go, I gave it all I had through the start finish and almost got the dry heaves. As I was going off the pavement into the woods I looked back and I had put a considerable gap on them and I never saw them again.

The last lap I rode hard but safely to the finish. BC was waiting for me and said he wasn’t sure where he finished but maybe top ten. Turned out he was 6th and I got 12th. I was happy with it. I had accomplished all three goals for the race and had not wimped out. Now I needed a Chuck’s Burger and to get jilted by Devin. Both of which were accomplished as well.

Disappointing about Charlotte but looking back on last year, Charlotte and Raleigh were my worst two races. And I have my carbon bike coming this week so I’ll have pit gear for the rest of the races. On to Winston!

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Crossroads Classic Day 6, City Park

Extremely hot today as we wrapped 6 days of racing the Giordana Crossroads Cycling Classic. Laura kicked the day off with a strong podium spot for our Presby Sports Medicine/Energy Cafe crew, finishing 3rd in the Women 4. That strong placing landed her a top 10 omnium finish with only two races!

Colin and Monsoon – complete with sweet murder ‘stache- worked over the front of the group in the Cat 4 race. Greg gave is a little heads up that the yellow jersey hadn’t had a chance to warm up, so they jumped hard at the beginning and dropped him about 8 laps in. Lafranchi hung in there as Moseley got cooked on the two step ramp to start finish. Colin jumped at the last corner only to get swamped at the line for a still very strong 4th.

In the cat 3, Greg had done the math and only needed to finish in the pack to hold onto yellow. A 3 rider break was just what the doctor ordered, and the field settled in. Chizz again proved he belongs in the 3s, riding easy in the pack and staying out of trouble. Greg rolled in comfortably with the pack, holding on to the leaders jersey and the omnium win. Huge work all week, from GT. He deserves this one.

The Pro/1/2 field had two riders off the front with a 30sec gap for a good part of the race. Devin moved from mid pack to 6th wheel as the break began to get brought back with 5 to go. Pipp took over at the finish, with Devin rolling in with the group and holding on to a top 15 in the omnium.

Cat 4
Colin 4th
Mansour 13th
Lafranchi 19th
Moseley 37th
OMNIUM Mansour 3rd, Colin 4th, Mansour takes points jersey

Women 4
Laura 3rd
OMNIUM Laura 9th

Cat 3
Greg 16th
Chizz 35th
OMNIUM Greg 1st, Chizz 18th

Shane 6th
OMNIUM Shane 16th

Devin 33rd
OMNIUM Devin 13th

Crossroads Classic Day 5, High Rock RR

A relatively rolling to flat road race course was the name of the game today, tapping the brakes on the crits until Sunday. The early morning start cat 4 race ended up being a quick group rode thru the countryside, with no one willing to work on establishing a breakaway. With everyone together at the final climb and left hand turn, it was destined for a messy field finish.

In the cat 3 race, two riders stayed away leaving the field to one of the sketchier field sprints in recent memory. Greg takes a 14pt omnium lead into City Park on Sunday, while Devin moves up to 7th overall.

Masters 40+ saw Shane attack from the gun but eventually get reeled in. He attacked once more on lap 3 to no avail. Richard and Shane were caught behind a bad midpack crash with 2 miles to go – a Mock Orange rider unfortunately hit a truck in the oncoming lane. A gap instantly formed with 20 guys going off the front to contest the win. Shane and Richard were forced to roll in to the finish of a hot, fast race. 27mph avg for a couple of laps, thanks to Scotty Weiss.

Cat 4
Colin 13th
Mansour 23rd
Larry 34th
Lafranchi 36th (fitting)
OMNIUM Mansour 3rd, Colin 4th, Lafranchi 14th

Cat 3
Greg 20th
Chizz 18th
OMNIUM Greg 1st, Chizz 13th

Women’s Open
Laura 11th

Masters 40+
Richard 28th
Shane 41st
OMNIUM Shane 18th

Devin 21st
OMNIUM Devin 7th

Crossroads Classic Night 4, Statesville

Insane traffic today made for a scramble to get to the start/finish of night 4 at Giordana Crossroads Classic. Great work in the 4/5 race by Mansour, Colin, and Brian to lap the field with two to go. 4, 5, and 6 look great in the results! Larry posted a nice pack finish, and Moseley a respectable placing after rolling to the start as the whistle blew. At 648p.

Greg and Chizz both looked smooth as silk in the 3s. Greg extended his yellow jersey lead with a sprint win. Chizz a comfortable 25th in the field.

In the Pro/1/2, with a 14th place, Devin moves to 8th in the Omnium. Complete with the requisite shattering of the field a few laps in, and ye ol’ bridge up to the front group.

Great work all!

Cat 4/5
Mansour 4th
Colin 5th
Lafranchi 6th
Larry 21st
Shawn 34th
OMNIUM Mansour 2nd, Colin 6th, Lafranchi 10th

Cat 3
Greg 1st
Chizz 25th
OMNIUM Greg 1st, Chizz 15th

Devin 14th
OMNIUM Devin 8th

Crossroads Cycling Classic Night 3, Salisbury

More rain early last night for race #3 of Crossroads. Always a fun, tough course in Salisbury.

The 4/5 race started gapping early, requiring anyone not at the front to burn matches to chase wheels as slower riders got shelled. Mansour nabbed 3rd and remains second in the overall.

Greg wins the cat 3 race with Chizz just outside the top 10. Greg also takes yellow in the Omnium.

Strong racing by Devin and Alexis in the Pro/1/2 as well. Devin moves top 10 in the Omnium.

Cat 4/5
Monsoon 3rd
Colin 14th
Lafranchi 21st
Brophy 24th
Moseley 32nd
Larry 45th
OMNIUM Mansour 2nd, Colin 7th, Lafranchi 11th

Cat 3
Greg 1st
Chizz 11th
OMNIUM Greg 1st, Chizz 13th

Masters 40+
Shane 21st
OMNIUM Shane 13th

Devin 16th
Alexis 83rd
OMNIUM Devin 7th

Crossroads Classic Night 2, Concord

Rain soaked fun for our crit crew tonite in Concord at night two of Giordana Crossroads Classic. Of note, exceptional work by Greg – he rode MEAN to lap the 3 field tonite with Mitchell Moody. Well done all.

Cat 4/5
Monsoon 5th
Colin 9th
Brophy 14th
Larry 15th
Shawn 16th
LaFranchi 18th
OMNIUM Mansour 2nd, Colin 5th, Lafranchi 11th

Cat 3
Greg 2nd
Chizz 9th
OMNIUM Greg 2nd

Shane 7th
OMNIUM Shane 9th

Devin 14th
OMNIUM Devin 7th

Crossroads Classic Night 1, Mocksville

Good showing from our Presbyterian Sports Medicine/Energy Cafe and Classic Cycling/Dolce Vita crit squads last night in Mocksville at the start of the Giordana Crossroads Classic p/b Salisbury-Rowan CVB.

In the 4/5s, Moseley got caught up behind a crash and taken out in turn 2 5 laps in but thankfully is ok other than some road rash. Mansour “Monsoon Barracuda” Benkreira road to an impressive 2nd and the All About the Pipes Plumbing points jersey, Colin grabbed a strong 5th, LaFranchi “La Cabeza” a top 10 and Larry just behind in the pack.

Shane rolled in with a pack finish after doing early work off the front in what proved to be a sneaky fast Masters race.

In the 3s, Greg was off the front for a bit but got pulled back by the chase. Finally crossing the line 5th in the field sprint, 7th overall. Chizz rode smart and had a good field finish in his first race after upgrading.

In the Pro/1/2 race, Devin looked very comfortable, calmly making his way to the front of the pack. He jumped to a break of 8 that ended lapping the field, finishing 7th overall.

NCCX Cross Report


The Birdsong Brewing p/b Common Market kids were out in force again this weekend, racing stop 1 & 2 on the NC CX Series.

• Devin win’s cat 4 race in Raleigh and cat’s up to CX3 for Sunday’s event.
• Serious discussions in the car about how hot TK is.
• Top 10s from Arleigh and Wojtek.
• GB gleefully watching a junior roll off a hill and plummet to his demise
• Arleigh pulled an arse muscle.
• Joey is presumptuous.



At the whistle in Raleigh I tried my best to get a good start (I was on the line and not behind anyone) but was immediately 15 or 20 places back going into the woods. I just have no power and cannot sprint. I did actually zoom around a few dudes once onto the trails and as we went over the barriers I hammered by a couple more guys and started passing guys left and right by the time I got to the football field. I could see three guys already way off the front hammering through the chutes of caution tape. They were several turns ahead of me already. I decided I’d recover on the football field and then hammer once I got back in the woods and into the sand sections.


“I ingested a few paint chips and now my IQ is 20 points lower.”


Once off the football field I bombed all the descents in the woods and had some good showings in the sand sections, managing to pass several guys at the bottom of the sand hill – and for those of you reading who were not there, mid-lap you hit a hill that had a log across it AND the hill was nothing but sand. So you had to run up it, remount at the top and then you immediately dropped down a steep bank into a deep sand section. From there you made a left and headed down a hill that was nothing but sand. You could stay to one side and get pretty good grip but at the bottom it was nothing but a field of deep sand. You just had to give your all and power through. Let your front wheel go where it wanted.

By the end of the 2nd lap I realized I was in 4th place. Not only that but 3rd place was right in front of me. I passed him on the sand hill descent on the last lap and then tried to do everything right the rest of the race to hold him off. He almost came back to me, but I put in a big surge on one of the sandy road back sections and he fell back far enough for me to hold him off. I was going full bore to the finish and when I looked up, 2nd place was crossing the finish line just a few feet in front of me. Not sure I could’ve got him but 3rd place made me happy. I got a medal and I got to wear it around after the race like I was a big shot. Unfortunately, I bit down on it to test if it was real bronze and it turned out to be coated in bronze-colored lead paint. I ingested a few paint chips and now my IQ is 20 points lower. THANKS CYCLOCROSS!!


“I can be presumptious at times.”


The Sunday CX4 race was just me trying to ride as best I could with horribly tired legs. I actually got a call up for a good starting slot but I had nothing in the tank and just tried to stay mid pack. I managed a 24th place out of 50 something guys so I wasn’t took disappointed. My legs were KILLING me at the end of that race. I really needed a massage but none of my teammates would take me up on it and then I was really embarrassed that I had taken off all my clothes and covered my butt with a towel and laid down in the grass.


“So my day in Raleigh was a good first outing on the new NCCX season; I love the Lions Park course-not too hilly (except for the run-up and a couple little ones that eat your legs), lots of fairly technical sections that I can drive the bike through, and fast, flowy sections. It was really good to reconnect with friends from the last few seasons-some of whom I haven’t seen since last January. And it was also real cool to hear comments from friends on the new Birdsong Brewing p/b Common Market kit, and in the team vibe we’ve got already-giving away samples and talking up the team beer helps too!

My season is going to be spent trying to break into (and stay in) the top 10 of the singlespeed category-I ended up 12th yesterday, but just barely…one more tooth in the cog would have done it. Had a front-row view to a geared junior flying down a hill after passing where he shouldn’t have, forgetting how to use his brakes on grass, flying through the course tape and going head over feet onto his back on the concrete at the bottom. He’d just gotten through crashing in front of a number of us on a section of pine needles…I hope somebody got it on video, and wonder if he’ll eventually realize that sometimes ‘going slow(er) to go fast’ is the ticket;


“It’s harder to steer upside down.”


My CX3 race was just as much fun, though not very competitive. I was lining up with some of the fastest cats out there after already having done one race. So I figured I’d just ride as strong as I could, stay out of trouble, gain some fitness and have a good time. I didn’t finish on the lead lap, but didn’t finish DFL either. Had a front-row seat of Devin flashing past me! As someone who just catted up, my goal in CX3 is to be able to stay on the lead lap… And, for both races, to keep ahead of the 2-3 guys who consistently beat me by a few places all season last year in MCX4. I did it yesterday, so keeping the fitness and skills levels up is key as the season starts to move on.

Looking forward to the Boone-Town Throw-Down next Sunday; more hills, a killer of a run-up (and run-down), some funky course features, good beer, cool Halloween costumes, and lots and lots of App State kids getting rowdy.

By Sunday were all beat, but the day’s high points include Devin getting 4th in his first CX 3 race since upgrading (and he was closing on the podium after being boxed in at the start); Arleigh getting 6th in CX4, Wojtek taking 6th (and me 12th) in SSCX, and Joey also taking 6th (or thereabouts, I can’t quite recall) in Masters CX4! I’ve missed David’s, and a number of us did more than one race today-that in itself is a highlight!”


“Sunday was a fun but tricky course. Lots of varying terrain in each lap made it hard to get a good feel on cornering speed. There was a baseball field section that, I think, was the most fun section we’ve done all year. Grippy grass coupled with tight, flowing turns meant you could plow through it without touching your brakes at ridiculous speed and lean angles.


“Picture a Grandma trying to hurdle a walker.”


In the CX3 race I wound up starting second row as I didn’t have any points to get a call up. The guy in front of me had a terrible start which meant I had a terrible start, and I entered the first turn somewhere in the 20’s in terms of place. Tons of technical mistakes and sprinting everywhere trying to get around people meant I had pretty much burnt myself out by the end of the 3rd lap trying to make contact with the lead group.


I was sitting 6th right with the 4th and 5th guys and the leaders about 30sec up the road. Tried to sit in for a lap to recover, but all that did was grow the gap even more and cause me to almost wreck the 5th place guy remounting over the barriers (picture a grandma trying to hurdle a walker, that’s approximately what my remounts look like when my HR is pegged). I decided it was best just to put my head down and go at that point, at which I was able to steadily grow a gap and put myself in 4th, but wasn’t able to close it down to the leaders. Finished 10-20sec back from them.”




“I didn’t race Saturday, but Sunday’s course felt rather short and was excellent for the mountain biker in me. Loose turns in mulch/woods, lots of taped off corners and a gravel straight away allowed me to hold strong in 3rd place.

Going into the race my upper left hamstring felt super tight, and I couldn’t spin or rub it out (ha) during warm up. 2nd lap remounting from the barriers was very difficult. Like stop bike, tilt bike over, remount and sprint to try and catch up. I quickly watched myself go from 3rd to 6th. Holding on to 6th with a sprint finish!”


Friday: Skills practice, Veterans Park, 5pm. MF’n starts and barriers.
Saturday: Turning practice via single track fun on the Lake Loop at USNWWC. Any and all are welcome. 2+ hours of NASCAR’n a ~3mi loop at mild speed (since we have a race the next day). More details later in the week.