Not being a jackass seems simple enough in spirit but can be difficult to operationalize. Waving to another cyclist because they are on a bike and not ‘the right’ kind of bike reduces your jackassness. But what if that cyclist is clearly riding his daughter’s bike to work because he probably got a third DUI? Taking the time to at least say hello to, if not get to know, everyone in your Tuesday night group ride is another. Especially if you’re the guy who lays the group to waste. The one I struggle with is not escalating tiffs with jackass motorists.
And yet another is living La Vie Velominatus by organizing events, building community, and providing cyclists opportunities to do what they love, en masse, simply because you love it when people ride bikes. Chris Skogen, the organizer of Minnesota’s Almanzo 100, is such a Velominatus. I do not know Chris and only briefly met him and saw him in action this past weekend, but he’s the type of person who exudes stoke for cycling (especially Gravelling) as one of the ambassadors of the Midwest’s gravel scene. Along with the other organizers of the Ragnarok 105 and Heck of the North, Skogen, the lead on the Almanzo 100, Royal 162, and Gentleman’s Ride, is a key figure in an extraordinary series of races.
This year was my fist entry into the Almanzo. One thing that sets it apart from the Heck of the North is that entry is not limited by numbers of riders. It seems anybody who signs up via postcard between the specified dates gets a slot, whereas the Heck is limited by lottery. Planning and budgeting for this must be a challenge as the race is totally free. Yes, read it again, free. Free stuff is good but when stuff is free expectations have nowhere to go but up. What Skogen offers in terms of support, SWAG, and hospitality could easily come at a premium and often does at races. He has done a fantastic job garnering sponsors and community supporters who all make the racers feel welcomed and appreciated. I can only hope that other riders expressed their gratitude to the locals as well.
I’ll spare you a race/ride report. Instead, I’ll try to provide you with a sense of the place the race occurs. Imagine the farm fields of Flanders periodically dipping down into numerous pastoral river valleys. Add to that the white gravel roads of Tuscany raced over in Il Strada Bianche and you’re pretty much there. These are not intermittent sectors of gravel but a continuous network of crushed limestone endemic to the area that intertwine for what must be thousands of miles. Over the course of the race I’d estimate not more than 10k were ridden on tarmac. The deep little river valleys are beautiful and thrilling places to descend into and provide really challenging climbs as they peter out onto gently rolling farmland above. This is especially true given the loose gravel. Comfort climbing in the saddle is a prerequisite to prevent tire slippage. Furthermore, the rolling farm land was no respite from the steep little climbs on race day as the wind was blowing at a sustained 40kph and gusting to 55. I was pushing the 34-17 on my ALAN to go downhill at times and nearly blown over or off the road several times.
The gravel is loose and deep compared to the more compacted gravel I’m used to in the northern part of the state. This early in the season it has also been freshly graded and added to by the local municipalities after a punishing winter. I had arrived the night before the race with my lucky Open Pave’s from the Keepers Tour mounted to my cross bike. After the pre-race Spaghetti feed I decided to recon some of the local gravel. Thankfully I’d thrown my Michelin CX-Jet tires in at the last minute as skinny road tires were much less than confidence inspiring. Descending these roads at 50+ and cornering would be downright sketchy so I hurried to remount my “fatties” before dark. I heard several first time riders who’d ridden road tires after the race comment that they wouldn’t be doing that again.
But back to not being a Jackass. In addition to an extremely well organized and SWAG’d-out event, Skogen seemed to be everywhere. He greeted everyone at the door of the spaghetti feed, welcomed each rider to the start line (before leading the entire field in a chorus of Happy Birthday to his 6-year old son, Jack), was seen at numerous places on the course encouraging riders, and welcomed each of us to the finish line with a handshake and a smile. His countless army of red-shirted volunteers were warm of heart and always smiling. He commented to me before the start that he felt terribly that he’d only rented three porta-potties as we looked at the line of 50 or so waiting to relieve themselves pre-race. I laughed and said I’d just come from the line and heard nothing but easy banter and a laid-back aesthete. He walked over and apologized to everyone in line anyways. It was apparent to me that the Almanzo is truly a labor of love for Chris and he approached it and the riders with kindness and humility.
There are so many things that we can step back and say cycling is about. The Bike, Rule #5, tradition, culture, the list goes on.The Almanzo covers all these bases handily. I ‘d posit that perhaps, though, it is really about Rule #43. If we really want people to enjoy riding bikes let’s not start by telling them to Harden the Fuck Up, shave their guns, or remove that fugly YJA. They will choose that path for themselves in due time. Let’s start by not being a jackass. If being kind is too much for you, you can at least not be a jackass. We could stand to take a lesson from Chris Skogen and welcome all comers – hard or soft, shaved or hairy. We’re not telling you to go out and create a badass race requiring heaps of Rule #5 that attracts some pretty strong riders on cool-ass bikes. We’re just saying that however you engage with cycling – including on this site – don’t be a jackass.
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Here’s a link to some great photos of the race.
I Strava’d my ride but my phone battery shit the bed at Km 118. Have a look if you care to here.
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@Nate
Indeed, which is why Rule 43 is so important. Being a prick about anything isn't going to prove anything to anyone but yourself. And anyone going around calling out people's Rule Violations and being Velominazi's are missing the point.
I'm inclined to argue that the only Rule that should never be violated by any Velominatus any time, anywhere, it's Rule 43.
Speaking of this fine point, we have two Cogals coming up this weekend, and more in the next month. Remember to join your fellow riders; everyone is welcome.
Upcoming May/June Cogals:
Imagine Coffee Shop, West Bend WI
Café Domestique, Dundas ON
Brewhaha, Hornsby NSW
Red Hook Brewery, Woodinville WA
Troy School, North Troy Vermont
@Bianchi Denti
@Pedale.Forchetta
A+1. I haven't read through the rest of the posts yet so I may be wrong, but I am willing to venture that @Marko took those shots on either his iPhone or his little point and shoot Canon or whatever he's got.
It's no D70, I can tell you that.
@sthilzy They sure are cool!
@Marko I'm not sure, sorry. Am trying to find out though, so will advise.
@Chris
I thought there was a whole network of road races in England what raced on those farm tracks. It even has a ProTour turnout. Its totally badass.
Or I'm fucking confused and proving my point about dumbass Americans.
@Marko
I bet the massive wheelbase makes it stable as hell.
@Richie
If I see the rider, I wave, but you have to be Casually Deliberate. Don't have like you're standing on the bow of the departing Titanic. A little finger wave, nod of the head, whatever works.
When I'm in the V Cave, though, I rarely notice other riders and thusly don't wave; they can deal with it and if they think I nod snobbed them then they'll just have to get over it.
I don't know what any of that means, but I am taken to understand it means you are going hard.
@G'rilla
Indeed - that will be badass. It will be a Cogal as well, we just have to pull our heads out of asses and organize it. And train for it.
I'm looking at you G'rilla, for canceling tomorrow's sufferfest. I was really going to put you in the pain cave, too. You were going to cry. A little. Now you'll never know how good I am because tomorrow will be the only day this year that I ride hard. Every other ride is a recovery ride.
Great news: the TIBCO Girls' bikes have been recovered. No word on the extra wheelsets.
http://www.idahostatesman.com/2012/05/23/2128198/police-thieves-steal-10-pro-racing.html
@frank
On that note, Sunday's Ontario Cogal will include its own gravel roads and one nasty gravel/dirt hill, which will put everyone in the pain cave. I'm having trouble finding a good pic of the Grange Side Road, but here's a pic of the bridge at the bottom, which looks (and is) pretty badass. Here's what I wrote after discovering this bit of road last November:
And from Velominati lurker and Sunday Cogalite who tried this last week:
Will be a great ride.
There's also this: pushing oneself to the limit helps keep one in accordance with Rule 43. Suffering on the bike is a humbling experience and the enjoyment derived from that is one that is better shared and also diminishes any latent jackassery.