RAPHA Cross Roller Race - Oregon Manifest 2008 from RAPHA on Vimeo.
Ok. First off, I will admit that I am rough on my gear. I’m unsentimental about the bikes I ride because of this. I know that a bike is temporary, even more so when its mine.
Ditto for clothes. Double Ditto for cycling clothes. For instance, the 2 rather expensive pieces of Rapha cycling clothes I have owned learned that the hard way. The cycling knickers I had split in the inseam and the ass. All but one of the Pockets on the jersey I have are worn out at the bottom.
I’m going to ascribe this to equal parts me not being a British vegan cycle courier and equal parts of what I described above, ie a total brute on my stuff.
Anyway, in addition to Rapha turning me onto the Rider, They put on the event shown above. This insane/silly/awesome goldsprints/indoor cross event. It looks like alot of fun.
And got me thinking. If rednecks can have mechanical bulls, why can’t we?
There is this great passage in Peter Nye’s Hearts of Lions where he talks about how the Velodromes of old turned into night clubs. There would be piano players in the infield. People would be hanging out, partying. High rollers would come in(I think they mention Douglas Fairbanks in one part) and throw down money for primes.
I think where I am going with this is: Please bar owners of Philadelphia start putting on Gold Sprints nights. When you do, I’m so there.
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i can not, do not, and will not approve of this. it makes me long for the days when cycling was uncool and there were no digital cameras and all we did was ride around alone and freezing. there were no interesting clothes, just single-color lycra jerseys from nashbar. and we ate porridge. those were good days.
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