Showing posts with label cyclocross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cyclocross. Show all posts

Friday, October 08, 2010

Night Weasels Cometh: The Videos

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I stayed up 'til 2AM editing this thing, and I'm leaving for the Kingdom Trails in about an hour, so what I'm going to write about today is how I stayed up 'til 2AM editing this thing because I have no time for anything else.

Sounds like George "Not The Evil-Moron" W will be up there as well. We'll be demoing BIKES on Saturday AM at East Burke Sports, so come and play with us if you're in the neighborhood.

Oh, and all the post-race interviews for Der Nacht Wiesels Kommen-eth are up on Cyclingdirt.

I'll have a whole lot to say about the 2011 Trek Bikes when I get back from Vermont. See you then.

Monday, December 14, 2009


Berms, Barriers, and Beer -
The Ice Weasels Cometh

Where to start. Aside from a couple small snags, The Ice Weasels Cometh Part II went off without a hitch, maybe with even less hitches than last year. Things looked dicey on Friday with the amount of snow we had on the course, but due to some hard work by our volunteers, it came together. I'm going to put my thanks up front, if I forgot to thank you and you were an instrumental part of making this event awesome, it is not because I am not thankful to you; it is because I am an idiot.

Big thanks go out to:
My co-promoters Colin and Kevin. I joked during the event that none of the three of us knew everything about what was going on during the event. Like a well-organized terrorist cell, we each held crucial bits of knowledge, but if we were to be tortured and interrogated our torturers/interrogators would never get the whole story. It was just like that.

Thanks to Mike Rowell, Dave Wilcox, Bryan Philbrook and Mike Zanconato for all the course work. And special thanks to MVP of course construction: Chris from White Barn Farm who, with some deft tractor work, turned a rutted out, icy nightmare into a smooth run-in to our berm.


The Berm graffiti was, of course, inspired by Thomas Needham's video (see below).


Our sponsors: International Bicycle Center, Crossresults, Harpoon , Bell Lap Coaching, and Cycleops (and Jon Lewis from Cycelops). Sweet merch was given out courtesy of IBC. Results were posted in a timely fashion by Crossresults. Two kegs of free Harpoon beer were tapped and emptied by 12:30. Bell Lap provided coaching gift certificates as prizes. And Jon Lewis had a huge Cycleops trainer warm-up station in the barn.

My family: My grandmother, Mary Alice Raymond for letting us wreck her yard. My cousin Christy and partner Chris who run White Barn Farm and let us run over their gardens. My wife Miriam, my sister Julie, my mom, and cousin Hannah for dealing with food.

Race announcer Paul Nixon donated and set up a pro-style PA system so we could have tunes and commentary during the event (thanks to Steven Hopengarten for stepping up to the mic and filling my dead air).

And of course thanks to all the folks that came out to watch and race and support. Shout out to Cambridge Bikes, Seaside Cycles, NEBC, Hup United, and all the other bad ass Cyclocross crews that brought the ruckus to the event.

I think I need to do some processing. At the moment I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, too overwhelmed to weave this into anything like story. For now I leave you with photos and captions, more to come later.



I'm still reeling with laughter over this video Thomas Needham did to promote the event. It was more funny to me than the very funny "Hipsters Discussing Cyclocross" Xtranormal vid.



There was some magnificent meat being grilled just upwind from the PA area. Thanks to the grillin' dudes who shared some of this stuff with me.



Uri warms up at Jon Lewis' Cycleops trainer station



Heading down in the butt-ass early AM. I got to go through the tunnel twice because I forgot the damn registration forms. I sat in a northbound traffic jam on 93 for twenty minutes...at 6:15 on a Saturday morning.


Parking lot capacity had me sweating. Luckily Alex jospe and boyfriend Ed kept it under control.


Leah Papas Barnes went down in her second race of the day (she won the women's single speed race). Colavita rider Chris Raymond was on hand with the EMT skills. She had us worried there for a minute, but being the super-trooper that she is, she was up and walking (hobbling) around drinking beer in no time.



I joked that "the guy on the Pugsley was going to win." Then he did, handily. Arnold Roest and Alec Petro from Team Psycho won the 4 and 3 races respectively on their mountain bikes. Sick!

Wednesday, December 09, 2009



Ferret Legging Vs. Cyclocross


Everything I know about the bizarre and painful sport of Ferret Legging I have learned from a 1987 article for Outside Magazine by Donald Katz on the subject of Reg Mellor – “The King of The Ferret Leggers.” Everything I know about the bizarre and painful sport of Cyclocross I have learned…while competing in two or so seasons of the bizarre and painful sport of Cyclocross. In both cases I already know far more than I would like to and shall cease any further research. What I do know is that ferret legging is not entirely dissimilar from cyclocross.


Ferret Legging is basically, as Katz describes, “the tying of a competitor’s trousers at the ankles and the insertion into those trousers of a couple of peculiarly vicious fur-coated carnivores called ferrets.”


Cyclocross is, in my definition, “ the riding of a hybrid bicycle in circles (much too hard), in a park or schoolyard, in bad weather, and the getting off of that bicycle for no good reason other than to pick it up and carry it over a couple of sideways wooden planks while drunk people clang cowbells at you.”


Both sports entail potential damage to the male genitalia. In cyclocross an ill-executed remount onto the saddle can result in a devastating blow to “the Netherlands.” In ferret legging, the ferrets or “piranhas with feet” have full access to the male bits and pieces. As Reg Mellor describes: "I had 'em hangin' from me tool for hours an' hours an' hours! Two at a time-one on each side. I been swelled up big as that!" [As Reg pointed to a five-pound can of instant coffee].


Damage to the flesh of the legs is inherent in both disciplines. Cyclocross racers choose to forego donning leg warmers or tights (or even stylish sheepskin ass-less chaps) in cold weather. Opting instead to smear “embrocation,” (essentially pepper-spray – the ointment!) on their calves and quads, creating a low-grade chemical burn which provides the illusion of warmth. Ferret leggers thighs are cross-hatched with scars left by the hypodermic needle-like claws of the dirty-white animals they choose to stuff in their trousers.


According to UCI and USAC regulations cyclocross racers are precluded from using performance enhancing substances or “dope.” Ferret Leggers too are not allowed the use of dope (in their case they would likely opt more for the pain-killing variety of dope). Reg Mellor reminds us: “The ferrets must have a full mouth o' teeth. No filing of the teeth; no clipping. No dope for you or the ferrets. You must be sober, and the ferrets must be hungry-though any ferret'll eat yer eyes out even if he isn't hungry."


One of Reg Mellor’s contributions to the sport was the implementation of white trouser use (“shows the blood better”). Many cyclocross racers in the US have adopted the style of European cyclocross champions – the wearing of all white skin-suits (“shows the mud better”).

Reg describes ferrets as: "cannibals, things that live only to kill, that'll eat your eyes out to get at your brain at their worst, and untrustworthy at their very best.” This pretty accurately describes most cyclocross racers I know as well.


Cyclocross racers trousers are tight, very tight, that is the nature of skin-suit unitards made of lycra. There is no room in there for a ferret to run around and bite the wearer repeatedly. Conversely a ferret legger’s trousers must be loose, as Reg reminds us: “it's no good with tight trousers, mind ye. Little bah-stards have to be able to move around inside there from ankle to ankle." If a cyclocross racer stuck a ferret down his skin-suit the little bugger would be pinned down with just two options:


a.) burrow out through the lycra side.


Or


b.) burrow out through the leg side.


Maybe giving the ferrets more real estate to “de-value” isn’t such a bad thing.


Ferret leggers stand in one place grimacing and sweating and being in horrible, horrible pain. Cyclocross racers ride around in manic circles…grimacing and sweating and being in horrible, horrible pain; which is the polar opposite of standing in one place and doing those exact same things.


There is a huge disparity in the duration of the events. Cyclocross races last for 45 to 60 minutes. Ferret legging competitions (at least when Reg is there) can span upwards of five or six hours. A cyclocross racer could continue riding after the hour mark, but eventually the course tape would get pulled down, the barriers would get pulled up, and he’d find himself riding a hybrid bicycle in circles around a park or schoolyard by himself, without even the drunk cow bell clanging people to give him the false sense that what he’s doing isn’t completely, um… differently-abled.


At first glance these two sports might not seem at all alike, but under closer scrutiny it is obvious that cyclocross and ferret legging are not just “not entirely dissimilar,” but virtually identical. The only real difference between the two is the tightness of the participant’s trousers (I sure am glad we’re using brit-speak because “participants pants” would have sounded clunky); the duration of the event; and the amount of ground covered during the event. That and in cyclocross there is slightly less likelihood (barring a freak occurrence) of having your reproductive organs gnawed off by an animal.