Unfortunately, due the the serve icy conditions on the course caused by the January rain, we are forced to cancel the final round (Feb. 7th) of this year's triple crown. Too much of the trail is ice, and even the paved trail, although sanded, is too slippery, in our opinion, to race on. It will be dangerous to go a race speed, dangerous to ride without studded tires, and dangerous for a less experienced rider. We are sorry to deliver the bummer news, but we hope you understand and we hope you will keep having fun riding your fatbike the rest of this winter season.
Last year about this time, I thought I had found the bike that would accommodate all my biking needs, from a mountain biking perspective at least. Simplifying the arsenal down to one ride seemed like an excellent idea in theory: less bikes to take care of, less time deciding which bike to ride, more room for the cat in the condo, etc... This bike, which I will refer to as "Ricky" from this point on, was a bike I was extremely excited about, as it seemed in theory to have all the aspects of a mountain bike that would make it a perfect do-all riding/racing machine.
Well, occasionally I'm okay with admitting I was wrong. This fancy-dancy steed, fully blinged out with Shimano XTR Di2 and more carbon than most bike owners see in a lifetime, was indeed an amazing bike and a boatload of fun to ride, but I quickly came to realize that trying to cover all the bases with one bike (especially when you're talking the gamut of mountain bike disciplines) was not the best strategy. It probably didn't help that I received a bit of a literal lemon, and I had to deal with a bunch of initial issues before getting the bike working to its full potential - we started off on the wrong foot Ricky and I. However, even once Ricky was all fine tuned and dialed in, Ricky was still never as good as I wanted Ricky to be at any one thing. Really, exceptional and excellent at a lot of things, but not the one everything I wanted it to be. It's not you Ricky, it's me. So, clearly the only answer was to put Ricky up for sale (side note: BUY MY BIKE! GREAT DEAL!) and get multiple new bikes to replace it.
Where I found to be most limited by Ricky was on the XC racing circuit, so I knew one of the replacements would need to be a carbon hardtail. Alberta racing tends to be of the smooth, generally buff and fast type, and a light, efficient hardtail fits the bill perfectly for our province. You think after 10 years of trying out this racing thing I would have had this all figured out by now, but I honestly thought a light-ish full suspension bike would be competitive. Wrong. Regardless, and coincidentally just in time to fill my hardtail desires, Devinci has released a 27.5 carbon hardtail race bike for 2016, the Darwin. With a name to steal my science geek heart, the stock spec of full Shimano XT 1 by 11, and a few aftermarket upgrades of the carbon variety (e.g., wheels. bars, seatpost, seat, etc... you know, just the essentials...), the Darwin should be a bonafide rocket ship when it comes to hitting the race circuit this season. I'm especially excited to see how it looks alongside our new redbike race kit.
One thing I have learned for certain is a short travel carbon hardtail is not the sort of ride ideal for all day trail riding. So, at the other end of the spectrum, I'm delving into new territory and roping up a Salsa Pony Rustler to use for fun, all-day, all-weather, all-seasons, dedicated trail riding. The bike is among the recent crop of the new "plus" category bikes - not fatbike tires and not mountain bike tires, but somewhere in-between, generally around the 2.8 to 3.0 inch mark for tire width. Just right in porridge temperature terms. For those that know me, I have been severely resistant to jumping on the fatbike train, even to the point of becoming vocal on occasion. I have some arguably good reasons for the resistance, such as I really have fun on non-fatbikes and don't feel the need for a fatbike to ride in the winter, and also some less tangible reasons for my position, such as just hating the term fatbike as it generates flashbacks of my tortured childhood as an extremely obese kid. Why am I so willing and eager to go plus then? Well, for one thing, plus-sized just seems a lot kinder and doesn't make me tear up. Seriously though, noted benefits of the plus tire are increased traction, ability to roll over obstacles and descend down gnarly sh*t with wanton disregard, and added float for snowy, winter riding - not the extreme amounts of a fatbike tire, but enough to make trail riding and exploring a lot more fun. I'm certainly game to give the plus platform a try and have some fun testing out the claims.
Will I be satisfied with my decision? Will two bikes be enough? How many years will I need to work at redbike to get out of debt? Will the cat even let me bring these two bikes into the condo? Stay tuned to find out and for reviews!
We've been rocking the classic redbike kit for a number of years now, and although I have no qualms about the design and think it's one of the more tasteful designs out there, we thought it would be fun to have a more "race-oriented" kit for those of us in the club that do that sort of thing. Especially fit-wise, we wanted a fit that would be a bit more "race-y" and streamlined than the classic relaxed club-fit kits in current rotation, and so, with the help Stephan Couture and the fine folks at Louis Garneau custom wear, we are proud to announce the first iteration of the redbike "race" kit that will be using the Mondo jersey and Course bibs.
As I've mentioned previously, kit design is a hard one to get right, but as with anything, if you're properly inspired and don't go too crazy you have a better chance at ending up with something that isn't hideous. I'm not ashamed to admit that the inspiration for our design actually came from some existing sources, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery after all - stolen ideas and bits include the classic redbike colours and font off the club jerseys, some layout design from the kokanee redbike kit, and patterns off of a recent design from one of my favourite sources of t-shirts and good-looking jerseys: Twin Six. Their The Wound Up jersey caught my eye when they first teased it on social media, and I made sure to quite forwardly suggest it as a possible design idea for the new kits.
With our race fit jersey/bib style chosen, Mark and I met over a series of coffee dates to try and agree on what would look best and how and where to place all the elements we wanted on the jersey. While we both came to the table with different ideas and preferences, we eventually came to an equitable compromise that included neither Smiths quotes or kittens, hugged it out, and prepared to approach Louis Garneau with our design demands.
The next step, and probably the most important one in my mind, was to make the initial contact with the custom department at Louis Garneau to see if what was in our minds could be turned into not just a kit design, but a kit design that didn't look garish and awful. As I typed up the first email to describe what we were hoping to end up with, I realized how hard it is to describe something you have pictured perfectly in your head in just words. So, with the most well-intentioned effort, I took it upon myself to open up Paint on my computer and mouse-draw our ideas and dreams in sketch form, and as you can see below the result was certainly a "rough draft". It's okay to say out loud that that's the ugliest and poorly drawn kit you have ever seen; I'm the first to agree with you. However, it was actually a positive turn of events since even in this horribly shakily drawn form the design seemed to have some real promise and flare, and we started to get really excited about how the design would turn out in the hands of an actual talented professional designer.
I can only imagine the howling laughter as the design department opened up that initial drawing, but luckily I must have done a decent job of communicating what we were looking for as the first design they sent back was definitely on the right track. I was super nervous about what that first design was going to look like, so I made Mark look at it first to ease my nerves, and then we met up to discuss what we liked and what we thought needed a bit of work. The first iteration was good, but we decided one of the red tones in the beams wasn't quite right (yes, I'm the one that thought it was too pink), the beams felt a bit wide in their overall extent, and we felt some of the placement and sizes of other elements could be adjusted a bit.
We sent back our edits on the design and waited for round two of the design, which when it came offered a number of options for us to choose from as far as "redbike" logo placement and left/right orientation of things. Once again Mark and I hashed out what the final demands would be over coffee at Rosso, and once more we sent off our desired edits. At this point we were both getting quite excited at the look of things, and it became hard not to fly off the handle and send preliminary sketches to everyone to show off our new race kit design.
After this last round everything became finalized as far as design goes, and now we are keenly awaiting for the fitment kits to arrive so everyone in the club interested in buying the race kit can try on the jersey and bib style and figure out what size they want. If you're interested in jumping on this bandwagon contact Mark ASAP so you can get in on the order and the fitting party. We are getting these pro-level, super high end kits at an amazing price (thanks to the amazing Stephan!), so treat yourself right and don't miss out on the very first run of our new redbike race kits.
Last Spring, as I rode through a typical early May snowstorm on my way to work, I was reminded how awesome the Chrome Industries Bravo backpack really it. Let me tell you why…
Battling the May Snow Storm
I have searched long and hard, high and low, for the perfect bike commuting set up to get all the things I need to and from work on a daily basis. I’ve tried panniers, to messenger bags, to other brand backpacks, but nothing ticked all of the boxes on my demanding wish list for a commuting pack. Panniers didn’t suit my aggressive riding style, messenger bags were not up to task on the heavy load, and other backpacks did not withstand all weather conditions.
My friends, the Bravo Night is it - It completes me!
Loaded up and ready to head home
The Bravo Night is Chrome’s urban rolltop bag, equipped with a 3M reflective panel that provides instant coolness while stretching my visibility out to 100m for the dark riding season. The main compartment is a welded-waterproof material that keeps my office job clothes dry in the wettest snowstorms and can expand from 20 to 40L via the ripstop nylon extension. Cleaning is a breeze too. After a day of dirty commuting (spring and fall in our fine city) I just spray it down with the garden hose, still fully packed from the day. Give it a quick hang to dry and it’s ready to go out into our YEG urban jungle the next morning.
Large reflective 3M back panel is just as safe as it is cool
The ergonomic shoulder-strap with EVA foam back panel keeps my load comfortable and minimizes my sweatiness while the cross compression straps to secure large haul items. I once rode home with my Fox Fork strapped to the outside of my back after the fork had been neatly serviced by Mr. Chipping himself.
I have often wondered why bag designers, whether it is a messenger bag or backpack, put the laptop sleeve / compartment at the back of the bag, up against your back. Laptops are hard – they don’t conform to your back. It’s uncomfortable! The Bravo’s laptop compartment is on the outside providing quick and easy access while keeping the hard structure of the information machine away from your spine. The outer compartment is no-nonsense with lots of space for your smaller valuables and provides holder for pens and a zippered compartment for keys and a multi tool.
The Bravo is comfortable to ride even with a full load
Classic Chrome styling completes this bag with a mini buckle for the sternum strap. Black by day. Reflective at night – rad twenty four seven. Guaranteed for life. My friends, search no more…this is as close to perfection for a commuting pack as you’ll get.
After the first four ABA cyclocross races, these were the weather conditions that the racers and spectators had to deal with: In Ototoks, there was constant wind and rain creating the racers with slick grass and endless mud. In Cochrane, there were near freezing temperatures, howling winds and threatening clouds/tornados throughout the day. At the School of Cross, it was scorching with 28-degree temperatures. At the redbike redcross, there was slick grass and mud from the previous night’s rain in the morning, then sunny clouds with a fast dry course in the afternoon. Classic Alberta cyclocross conditions.
What can I say about cyclocross that hasn’t been said before; for some, road and mountain bike racing is just foreplay for the real race season: Cyclocross. Maybe it’s the frustrating melancholy of autumn that makes us crazy for some last minute fun on the bike before the snow falls and the temperature drops or it’s just an excuse to buy another bike and ride it incessantly in circles whilst others try to chase you down. Either way, people just go crazy for cyclocross.
For 2015, I was very excited to get a Van Dessel Full Tilt Boogie to race this season, and while I was delighted by my Opus Stelle with the fantastic Ultegra DI2, this was my opportunity to get my dream bike. I always liked having and supporting boutique bike brands, so when redbike became a dealer for VD, it was a no brainer to order a bike which Shantel, Shaun, Mike V and the current Canadian cyclocross champion, Mike Garrigan have been riding and raving about. Plus, the new version has this amazing matte patterned carbon with silver Van Dessel/Full Tilt Boogie adorned on the frame and red highlights. It is pure sex on carbon wheels, my friends.
The hardest part of building my FTB was whether to go with the well-tested Ultegra DI2 or with the new Sram Force CX1 drivetrain. It’s so hard to try something new when the status quo had been so fantastic. For the exception of a dropped chain due to an icy slide out, the Shimano DI2 was infallible in its performance. But, I’ve always been one to try the newest and coolest stuff on the scene, and so with my complete dedication to 1x systems, I decided to go with the Sram CX1. When you order bikes from Van Dessel, it shows up in boxes and inside the boxes are all the little bits and pieces you need to build up the bike, and I mean all the little bits because nothing is pre-built at all. So to spare you the details of my summer of broken cyclocross dreams, it was eventually built just before cyclocross season started and the anguish was mostly assuaged. It was absolutely stunning to look at, but that was just the beginning. I decided to go with the VD carbon tubular wheels that came as Reynolds rims and DT Swiss 240 hubs; it was an amazing surprise to get such a light and reliable wheel build as an option directly from VD. With Derek’s tutelage, I glued Clement MXP tires on the wheels as they had a solid reputation as a great all rounder tire and they didn’t need the sidewall proofing like my old Dugast tires. Plus, I really like that the sidewalls were black to complete the full stealth black look I so desperately love.
With my new cross bike built and ready to ride, I decided the best place to test it out was on the first mid-week Wednesday night cyclocross race. The mid-week races are always popular with 100+ people showing up to race so I thought it would be fun to show off the new FTB, and it didn’t disappoint. The acceleration out of corners was instantaneous which can make or break you as a cross racer, but the straight-line speed was also amazing. Overall, this bike is just fast and well balanced, and it didn’t need any “breaking in” because it felt that I’ve been riding this bike for years. When you spend so much money and time into a bike and it totally sucks to ride, it can be tremendously deflating to your self-esteem and confidence. But, when it rides like a carbon Pegasus and you feel like Harry Hamlin pre-LA Law Perseus, you know that all your hard work came to fruition.
The simplicity of the CX1 is its best benefit. You just shift to an easier or harder gear without the worry of a stalled front derailleur or a dropped chain, and it just looks super clean. But, I have to admit that I miss the crispness and effortlessness of the DI2 electronic system so I am giddy at the thought of an electronic wireless CX1 system down the pipeline.
With a 16.5 pound full carbon FTB bike at my disposal, the first 5 weeks of cross racing has been exceedingly fun and successful (for my expectations). I have been able to con my way into the Open Men’s division after the first two weekends, and I’ve been able to survive the Open races so far. There have been some hiccups along the way like a bent derailleur hanger, a loose BB and a wonky axle dropout, but the most disconcerting problem has been the chipping of the carbon fiber on the drive-side chainstay. It occurred after the third weekend of racing as I thought it was chain slap or a rock impact, but it became evident that it was neither and that the chipping was due to a defect in the frame. It doesn’t look structural and perhaps it’s just the exterior layer, but in any case, VD was contacted and they immediately issued out a new frame. That’s what I love about Edwin Bull and his company, they are there to make and sell great bikes, and if there is a problem, they will immediately remedy it.
I like to think that cyclocross brings out the best in people, and that it really is a special type of racing in Alberta. There’s always this festival type of feeling with the team tents, costumes, coffee, beer, chainsaws, bells and heckling that it reminds me of going to my first Lollapalooza festival in 1991….without the nipple piercings.
Every cyclist I know has had some unfortunate car-bike encounters over their life. Experiences range from close calls, to shouting matches, to minor collisions, to the very worst outcome, and yet many of us accept this as a day-to-day possibility during our excursions out on our bikes. Although close-calls and shouts have been regular occurrences for me throughout my years as a cyclist, I have (correction: had) only been hit by a car twice in 17 years of regular cycling. I can add one more hit to that tally as of last Friday, but really, those are remarkably low numbers all things considered – I’ve logged up to 12000km on a bike in a year, and I’m on the road on my bike almost every day. With the last hit about seven years ago, it’s no wonder I’ve felt like my name was floating somewhere near the top of the hit list, and with the increasing number of close calls I’ve managed to avoid as of late, I begrudgingly admit it was probably my turn to test fate.
As with my first two hits, this collision was completely driver error – I was proceeding through a traffic circle in the outside lane, and a lady entering the traffic circle failed to yield (dare I say bother looking at all), and since two bodies in motion will continue to do so until they collide, we did just that. As it was happening before me, I prepared for the worst. With the speeds we were both going, I was certain I was about to get t-boned and grilled and be dealt some serious bike and body carnage. As I exclaimed all sorts of creative expletives, my blessed disc brakes on my cross bike did their work exceptionally well, and I somehow managed to run into her more or less parallel, sideswipe and bump her car heavily, and even more amazingly stay upright, unclip, land on my feet, and lay my bike down without too much impact onto the pavement below. I wish someone watching had a dashcam running. There I stood, in the middle of the lane completely in shock and dumbfounded that I had somehow come through mostly unscathed. I looked towards the offending car that had briefly paused up ahead, a lady’s head poked out, and seeing that I was apparently okay, rolled up her window and carried on her merry way without even bothering to survey the damage. wtf.
Despite her hasty departure from the scene, I and a good citizen both managed to score her license plate. Although urged by friends and family to report her and the accident, I was, and still am, quite hesitant to do so. My bike was only slightly scuffed and the bent derailleur hanger fixed fairly easily, and my own injuries were limited to a few bruises from the bumping and a stiff shoulder and neck, no doubt from barely maintaining control of my bike and keeping it upright. Thank you to bike racing for imparting skills in argy-bargy. It would ultimately be somewhat satisfying for her to have to deal with the police and a charge of leaving the scene of an accident I guess, but on the other hand, the cyclist’s chip on my shoulder is large, and I assume that the blame would instead be shifted and adjusted to point at me – shouldn’t have been on the road, should’ve been wearing brighter clothing, shouldn’t be where you don’t belong, shoulda woulda coulda. How does this change? When will I not feel like the scourge of the earth when I’m riding my bike on the road? I’m not certain it ever will change, but at least I can take comfort in the size of the dent I left in the side of her shitty, import sedan.
For the dedicated cyclist, racer or not, travelling with your bike is almost inevitable. Sure, you could just resort to renting a bike whenever you travel, and I've rented bikes my fair share of bikes while away, but it is always preferable to have your own bike. Rental bikes of any style are typically mid-level offerings at best, and there's something about paying $60-90 a day for an aluminum bike with a modest gruppo (Shimano 105 or SRAM X5 or X7 if you are lucky) that ultimately leaves you with a furrowed brow at some point during your rental experience. Shifting and braking are always a gamble, the fit of the bike is always a bit wonky, and everything is just a little bit off... Don't get me wrong, biking is biking, and riding a bike somewhere new is always exciting and awesome, but wouldn't you way rather do it on your own bike? I'm not alone on this one. Just ask greazy panda about a couple of the memories/scars he's been left with from rental bikes with saddles that didn't quite suit his bottom side quite right.
Needless to say, I've brought my bike along with me a lot. When I first started flying with my bike, there weren't yet a lot of options for packing your bike - in fact, only 10ish years ago it was still quite common for travel guides to instruct you to simply put your bike in a large plastic bag with the tires deflated, pedals removed, and handlebars turned sideways. For those wanting a bit more security, and I was one of these, the overwhelmingly large cardboard bike box was your option - while this method certainly offers more piece of mind than a plastic bag, it is a significantly more arduous option, and I have mostly blocked out the stress and exertion involved trying to navigate the Paris airport and subway system with a large, heavy, clumsy bike box (sacre bleu zee turnstiles!). In the end though, the hassle has always been well worth the trouble because getting to ride new places on my own bike was rewarding, memorable, and comfortable. Best of all, your own bike is in your trip photos!
The cardboard bike box is still around and commonly used; however, probably due in part to the proliferation of carbon bikes and more people wanting to bring along their trusted steeds, bike-specific travel cases and bags are now the common way to transport bikes by air, and are available in all shapes, sizes, and price points. I've used a few different brands, and am by no means an authority, but of the ones I have tried, I really like the cases from biknd. biknd takes a uniques approach to padding your precious cargo, and instead of standard foam or soft inserts the cases use inflatable air bladders to protect and cushion your bike. I've used both their larger Helium case and the more svelte Jetpack.
The Helium was biknd's earlier offering, and I've used it to transport both mountain bikes and cyclocross bikes, although since the newer Jetpack has been released specifically targeted at mountain bikes, they now market the Helium as a road bike case. It is roomy enough to fit most styles and sizes of bikes and has the added benefit that it can fit two sets of wheels - a definite bonus especially when racing and needing a set of wheels along for the wheelpit. The bike is secured to the case via a fork mount and a rear axle mount, as well as with various straps and Velcro padding to keep everything in place. The air bladders are large, and cover the bike entirely on both sides. You definitely feel like your bike is cushioned and protected very well once everything is stowed and the bladders inflated.
The Jetpack, while being directed at mountain bikes, is very accommodating to all shapes and sizes of bikes, and as an added bonus can accommodate various shapes and sizes of thru axles or quick releases. The built-in and sturdy aluminum frame holder uses your own skewers/thru axles to secure your bike in the case, so you will never forget them at home. The mounts are also adjustable so that your will bike fit in the case cleanly and securely no matter what the size or geometry. The Jetpack is a bit more svelte overall as it uses smaller air bladders compared to the Helium that only go around where you pack the wheels to protect everything and add support to the case.
Depending on your bike, you may be able to leave your rear derailleur on; however, I always take mine off and pad it and secure it between the chainstays to be extra careful. There is a Velcro frame pad that doubles as a place to secure your removed handle bar to, and the case is tall enough that your seat can stay in the seatpost if you lower the seat enough. Less chance of forgetting it this way. The case has a fairly roomy pocket at the front that is good for pedals and a few odds and ends, and there's also a flat zip-loc style bag for tools and other small bits. Once the bike is all in, there's still some space and gaps for shoes, a helmet bag, and other soft items like clothes. If you have a light bike and you're strategic, you can pack a fair bit in the gaps and stay below the airline weight limit.
The outer cover is tough cordura, and wheels and straps make it fairly easy to move from place to place. It almost looks like a large rolling suitcase in a way, and most check-in agents don't know it's a bike bag until they see the giant "biknd" label on the side. If I could change one thing, it would be stealthier branding so I'm not always outed as the often-loathed and over-charged (rant for another blog) traveller with a bike.
While there are cheaper cases than the ones from biknd, I do feel they provide extra protection and security compared to other soft-ish style cases. Honestly, do you really want to cheap out on something that stands between your bike and luggage handlers? They are also easy to use once you've figured them out, and packing and unpacking is exceptionally quick. Definitely be sure to check them out at redbike if you're mulling over what bike travel case to purchase.
Every cyclist has some sort of "bucket list" of events or places they'd like to ride. I've been very lucky to have been able to cross a few off my list over the years - BC Bike Race, the Breck Epic, the Deschutes Cup USGP in Bend, riding in Provence and Nice... making it to these oft daydreamed about cycling races/events and pleasure trips allows one to experience new places in the best way, by bike. However, some trips come about without even making it on your radar beforehand - such was the case with my recent trip up north to Whitehorse to mountain bike and participate in the 24 Hours of Light.
If you are anything thing like me, your initial reaction to the suggestion of Whitehorse, Yukon as the ultimate destination for a mountain bike getaway is skeptical at best. Especially since my only previous exposure to the Yukon was as the lone 12 year old along on a senior citizens' RV driving tour to Alaska way back in the summer of 1989 with my grandma, I didn't really associate the northern Canadian latitudes with "mountain bike mecca". I was assured by my traveling compatriots though this was a under the radar type of find, and sure enough as I started to do a little research on the area's trails (check them out here) and talk to those from or who had visited Whitehorse, it was evident there was certainly some awesome biking to be had to the north.
Our travel plans were loosely scheduled around the scheduling of the 24 Hours of Light, a 24 hour mountain bike race of the standard format where the most laps of the course completed wins, with a few notable rule changes. More on that later. The race was scheduled for Saturday/Sunday, so flights were scheduled to arrive Wednesday and depart Monday to allow for plenty of ride time and relaxation time. I did briefly consider driving up to Whitehorse until Google Maps informed me the drive would be an arduous 3500 km. During the planning stages, there was mention back and forth about camping for the duration of the trip, but being the princess I am, I found a suitable AirBnB listing at a reasonable price and booked it before anyone could protest. A word to the wise here - if you're booking accommodations in the Yukon, descriptors such as "rustic" and "true Yukon experience" should be taken literally; upon reading the fine print when looking through listings, many of the cabins could more truthfully be described as shacks with no running water or electricity. Rustic indeed. Luckily I caught on to this early on, and our rental abode was a nice basement suite right in downtown Whitehorse with everything we could need for a home base during
the trip. We also splurged on a pimped out suburban rental to haul the bikes around and get to the various riding areas outside of Whitehorse.
Hey - I think I saw this listing on AirBnB! (Circus Jim trail) I debated a bit about renting a bike versus taking my own, and in the end I decided to bring along the Thunderbolt since it's always nice to have your own bike and the cost of a rental was about the same as baggage charges. Plus, Brent graciously lent me the fantastic biknd Jetpack (watch for an upcoming review) to keep my bicycle safe from airport gorillas. As for available rentals, which I checked into while flip-flopping about whether to bring my own bike, the local shops Cadence Cycle and Icycle Sport were both super helpful and have a good selection of rental mountain bikes of all shapes and sizes at competitive prices. After a very early flight and horrible customer service from Air Canada at the Edmonton airport (I have since learned from others to choose Air North), I met up with Calgary outbound Shawna and Katy at the Vancouver airport, and we were equally excited about the days ahead. How much daylight would there actually be? What were the trails going to be like? Would our bikes survive Air Canada's not so delicate baggage handling skills? As our flight descended towards Whitehorse, I began to get even more excited. My plane window view of endless rolling hills and lakes and rivers made the riding possibilities come in to focus, and I was able to pick out places I had read about on the interwebs such as the historic mining town of Carcross and the associated riding area of Montana Mountain. Even though it was already mid-afternoon when we landed, we quickly gained an appreciation for the high sun - with the almost never-ending summer daylight there was still plenty of time to unpack, build bikes, grab a snack, and, most importantly, get in a good ride before the day was over. We hit the trails that first day around 8:00pm, which felt like about 3:00pm with the sun still high above us, taking in some of the local trails on Grey Mountain. It was clear right away the trails here were buff and fast and super fun, not to mention well signed and marked. Without too much trouble we easily explored an astounding variety of trails in our first couple of hours, and had to pull over more than a couple of times to take in the views and our surroundings and snap photos. From fast and flowy Boogaloo, to more techy My Trail, and the super fun descent El Camino, this first ride was both satisfying and served to whet our appetites for the days ahead. As we headed out to eat after our ride around 11:00pm in full daylight, we encountered our only real problem of the trip - restaurants and bar kitchens in Whitehorse almost all shut down at 10:00pm, and I found myself eating at a Boston Pizza for the first time in years. Fortunately though, I was so hungry and satisfied with our first ride I didn't even care and picked out something from the textbook-sized menu. The next day we headed an hour's drive south to the quietly famed riding area of Montana Mountain near Carcross. The drive was a scenic one with the stunning Emerald Lake and impressive, yet tiny Carcross Desert. We couldn't help but spend a couple hours poking around the historic town and little shops and watching the classic steam engine go through town until a surprising number of tour coaches from Alaska pulled in, and we decided it was a good time to hit the trails.
The stunning Emerald Lake.
The world's smallest desert. No joke. Wikipedia says so.
Cute, ole Carcross, seconds before it became overrun with tourists from 'merica.
This first time out at Montana Mountain we decided to aim for one of the longer, more epic loops, and after a big gravel road climb up and a bit of picture taking from high up we dove into McDonald Creek Trail to descend back down to lake level on a fantastic 10km singletrack trail that rolled through almost every ecotype you can imagine. Back down at lake level we traversed back on the singletrack of Circus Jim, getting views of the lake and being chased by angry hissing grouse. Shawna's squeals were a definite highlight that I wish I had captured on video. The day's ride left me with that calm glow and happy feeling that comes from a good hard ride, and determined to make it back to Whitehorse before all the restaurants closed, Katy floored it back to Whitehorse, and we ate and drank local Yukon Brewing beer at the tasty Burnt Toast Cafe. After dinner it was still light, and keen to get in some more ride time we headed out at 11:30pm and rode in the dusky daylight with our only trail use encounter a very large, Strava segment-chasing porcupine on El Camino.
Big climb up and a big smile from Shawna. Next day was a bit grey and rainy, so we lounged over breakfast at Baked and played tourist a bit. The local galleries were chalk full of amazing local works, and it was hard not to impulsively buy sculpted goods and prints. When the skies finally cleared at 4:00pm, it still felt like noon with the sun high overhead, and we headed just south of town to check out the Yukon Riverside trail, Juicy trail, and Girlfriend trail, a loop suggested by various locals. The loop was fantastic, again providing a spectrum of trail types and mesmerizing views. We were having so much fun, we ending up rolling in late to the 24 Hours of Light registration, but no one seemed to mind and were just happy to have us there. We weren't quite ready to call it a day with all the daylight, and with our second ride of the day starting at 8:30pm putting our climbing legs and descending skills to good use, we once more found ourselves looking for supper late, ultimately again ending up at Boston Pizza.
Next to the Yukon river - more buff singletrack.
Never a shortage of views when riding. Katy and Shawna hamming it up.
Saturday, the 24 hour race was scheduled to start at noon, and I volunteered to do the first couple of laps before I learned there was a LeMans start involved. Luckily, it was a very short run of only a couple hundred meters or so, and I headed out relieved to ride some laps. The lap was a good one, although not as enjoyable as the other trails we had ridden thus far, so we decided to each do three or four laps and then take off for a more mellow evening. We returned the next morning to put in some more laps before the race ended at noon, and were humored and slightly relieved to hear we had missed seeing all the naked laps that transpired during the night. Apparently, each naked lap counted as two laps, and I'm convinced this inclusion of naked riding is why the race enforces a "no lights allowed" policy. We stuck around for the awards and wrap-up and all agreed what a super-fun and laid back vibe the event had. Completely different from your standard 24 Hours of Adrenalin vibe, and one that I honestly liked way better. The free barbecue and pancake breakfast were also nice touches, and everyone was friendly and great to talk to and happy to talk about what it was like to live and ride in Whitehorse.
Super awesome vibe at the 24HOL After the ceremonies wrapped up, we couldn't help but to head back to Montana Mountain to experience more of its trails. Once again we peddled up the gravel road, and once again we were rewarded for our efforts with amazing singletrack and views all the way down the mountain. Riding the trails Nares View, Caribou, Beaver, Porcupine, Black Bear, and AlaskaDnD, once more I was astounded by the variety of terrain and different styles of singletrack that could be combined into one area - from buff forest floor to rock slabs to man-made wood feaures, the trails we rode on this last day were singletrack heaven, and I actually remarked outloud in one awestruck moment how boring my life would be without mountain biking. The day finished off perfectly with some super delicious poutine in Carcross at the Bistro on Bennett, where we ogled at the burgers coming out of the kitchen. Definitely getting one of those bad boys next time.
View from Nares View Trail
Katy and Shawna rolling a fun section of Nares View Trail Coming out of Nares View was kinda like descending from heaven.
Shawna shows her skillz on a slab.
It felt like we had barely scratched the surface of all the riding that was in and around Whitehorse, and I wasn't ready to head home. As the plane lifted off, I gazed out the window at the immense landscape, which I now knew to be a mountain biker's paradise, and began secretly scheming how and when I could return to mountain bike mecca.
My trusted steed performed flawlessly on everything the Yukon served up - even at 11:30pm.
Permagrins at Montana Mount
I'll be back to ride you again Whitehorse.
With the Canada Day holiday on a Wednesday this year, it only made sense to make bookend cycling trips to maximize the holiday time. At least that is the perfect justification to take a week off and going mountain biking in Fernie, Coleman and Jasper.
Multi-day stage races has been hosted in Fernie by the TransRockies racing series, Furious 3 and now the Fernie 3, and there is good reason for this as the trails are challenging, varied and right in and around the townsite. Fernie 3 is in its second year, and it has some problems with its inaugural race last year that has been somewhat resolved, but new ones had developed in this year’s race (I will discuss more about this later). I crashed pretty heavily on my left shoulder last year and I was still healing up from a broken right elbow so I was disappointed with my race. I even didn’t start the third day because I felt like I couldn’t ride effectively or safely in my condition. As it turned out, they didn’t count the third day due to most of the field getting lost because of poor course marking. While I actually got a finishing time and placement for the race, it didn’t assuage my disappointment that I abandoned from the race.
This year, I wanted to make amends and have a solid showing at the Fernie3 so I started by getting a bike specifically for the race. I chose the Rocky Mountain Thunderbolt BC Edition because it had the Rock Shox Pike 130mm travel fork that I needed for the long and rough descents in Fernie as the downhill portions is where I lose time. I don’t fancy myself as a climber so this makes me very sad. I put on a set of gossamer Beard built Enve/Tune/Extralite wheels to help with the grueling climbs (F-you HyperVentilation).
With a proper gun heading to a gun fight, Brad picked me up Friday afternoon and headed to Mike V’s house, but we got delayed by a fellow cyclist with a huge bike trailer taking up an entire lane. Was this prescient for things to come this weekend? Anyways, once we were on the road we were surrounded by montage painted RV’s on Highway 2. My favorite one was this Lion King themed portrait on the back of a huge RV going 140km/h. We didn’t get to the condo till 1:00am so instead of going right to bed, we drank beer till 2:30am. How else would you reward yourself after a 6 hour drive in a lowered Subaru Forrester with floodlights attached to the roof.
The first day of racing at the Fernie3 started at The Cedars, which is a new development on the resort side of Fernie, and the reported high that day was 34 C so managing the heat and hydration was paramount. I took a risk and took only one waterbottle with me as I knew there was going to be a lot of initial climbing and there were two aid stations-or so we were told. After the massive dustbowl that was created at the start due to the dry conditions and a twig stuck in my rear derailleur, we started the singletrack climb right away. Perhaps it was the one bottle strategy or the new Giro Synthe helmet keeping me cool, but I felt strong behind Steve Martins. We passed numerous racers who started faster than they should have so I knew we were in the top 20 at that point. At the first aid station, I filled up my bottle and continued on with Neil as he rode by. Similar to the early ride with Steve, we set up a good pace together and caught and passed more racers. The three of us were riding well together, but then came the downhills-my nemesis. This time, while I did lose contact with Steve and Neil, I didn’t lose any spots from racers coming from behind me. The Thunderbolt allowed me to keep my speed up and take the faster, more technical lines. “Blue Thunder” kept me upright and smooth on the downhills without any crashes. I finished the day not getting lost which a significant number of other racers did due to a tricky turn in the Dark Forest trail. Overall, the first day was full of long and steep climbs, and with the heat, it was a day of sadistic attrition where racers had to show their mettle. The big bonus was that the race organizers had free beer at the end of the race; the rest of the day was a blur.
The second day started at the Aquatic Center, and the race organizer promised us more cross-country trails despite starting us up HyperVentilation, which is an infamous switchback climb with a fantastic view that you can’t actually enjoy due to your heart rate hitting its max. But, after the climb, we rode Kush and The Coal Discovery Trail which were fast and flowing and added a fantastic sense of ease during the pain. This is why Fernie is known for their mountain biking trails. Continuing with the sadistic tendencies, just before you hit the finish line, you have to climb Sidewinder up for almost no other reason than for added suffering. Brad was quite upset about the emotional let down of that climb and the boring descent so close to the end, but I was just glad it was the last climb. The second day was significantly more enjoyable than the first day due to the sheer amount of amazing singletrack riding. I got mesmerized at one point in Kush and didn’t go race pace and I kinda didn’t care. At the finish line, most of us were wondering why the race organizer didn’t make the single day racers race the second day instead of the first. There was almost as much elevation, but the course was mostly singletrack instead of the loose gravel trail on the first day and the climbs were more steady.
The third day was like a classic XCO race as the climbs were shorter and the course had some long stretches of flat trail-it was absolutely a pisser of a race. Great steady switchback climbs, flowing downhill, punchy singletrack. It had everything a mountain biker would want. It suited some racers really well as Jason R and Bob W rode with me that day and looked very strong. I was also mesmerized by Bob’s luscious blonde hair blowing in the wind behind him. At the finish line, everyone was very happy with the day as it was the finishing one and the most fun. The race was so fast the times were very close from group to group. We even had some secret beer at the finishing area for those of us in the know.
Without the egregious course marking from last year, people were significantly more celebratory at the end of this year’s race. There were some obvious criticisms that the Fernie3 race organizers should seriously take as sage advice. We were not impressed with the cheap paper number plates and the twist ties they gave us to fasten the plates to our bikes. They didn’t have enough marshals, properly stocked aid stations, ambassadors or EMS on the course. First aid was non-existent at the finishing area, there were no timed downhill sections and they ran out of jerseys. I know that putting on a race is onerous, stressful and ultimately thankless, but hopefully they will make the appropriate changes for next year. The one thing they got right was having free beer at the finishing banquet. Things got slightly out of hand.
We finished the weekend with a guided tour of the Coleman trails by locals Troy and Lance. It was another hot day, but the trails were worth it because they were technical and rough. I didn’t bring enough water or food so I bonked on a very long climb to the top, but thank goodness Trevor is always prepared and saved me from being left in the woods to die.
Now it’s off to Jasper for two days of more climbing and descending.
During the draw prize announcements at this year’s Devon River Raid XC race, the well loved and respected Stu Hutchings from United Cycle and the Devon Bicycle Association was commenting on how he was confused about the difference between Kokanee redbike and redbike racers. He was surely being facetious, but it was a comment I’ve frequently been asked over the past three years since the Kokanee redbike raceteam inception, and I wish to answer that question the best I can.
I’ve known Mike Sarnecki for many years now, but it was not initially related to cycling as most people would presume. He and his lovely wife (who I will refer to as L as she has a complicated Dutch name which I will not attempt to pronounce or spell) would come into my chiropractic office to get massaged from Lorne. He would bring his bike into the office (without asking by the way) and we would talk about bikes occasionally. Of course in due time, we would forge an acquaintance over the next 10 years as I would see him at races and events which he either organized or participated in. As I involved myself with the fledgling redbike cycling club, I started to realize the importance of supporting the sport I love at a grassroots or an organized level. I suppose my dirtbag days of mountain biking in baggy shorts with SNFU T-Shirts just didn’t do enough for me anymore. Club rides, racing promotion and media exposure deemed to me as important aspects of promoting the sport of cycling.
So when Mike S approached redbike and myself with the idea of a collaboration with Kokanee to start a cycling race team, I was both excited and incredulous about the idea of having a corporate sponsor. Sure, I like getting free stuff like everyone else, but would I be guilty of the well-loathed corporate sellout? Am I Wayne and Garth wearing my Reebok sneakers? Will I be coerced to promote a product I don’t believe in? What would Lloyd Dobler say? (Please watch Say Anything if you don’t get the reference)
Mike simply stated that I like beer and I like bikes so lets put those together to race bikes, write about it and hang out. Well, it was more elegant than that, but the essential ideas were there. My concern was the possible exclusion of the redbike club members and racers. I wanted to make it clear that although we will have separate kits (which in my not so humble option are just lovely and tasteful. You should check out our new Synthe helmet and Giro Empire shoes), we would all be considered to be under the redbike banner when it comes to resources and recognition. Mike was acquiescent about my requests and he’s been intensely supportive of the redbike club members and racers at the Tuesday night Fattire races and the ABA races.
What redbike and subsequently Kokanee redbike has turned into these past three years is a group of avid cyclists who wishes to bike together, help others to discover new aspects of cycling, promote cycling at all different aspects and encourage each other to buy new bike shit. Like any other purported family-type group, we’ve had our share of arguments and disagreements. Shantel and I were not too fond with the way we looked in our Hi-Vis Giro helmets as my fat face was exaggerated by the shape of the visor. I looked like Jong Il Kim wearing The Great Gazoo’s helmet. Of course it looks great on Mike and Brad for some reason. We would always argue about who would paint the best arrows on the trail for the Tuesday night races (I drew the best arrows. Suck it Koenig). But this year, to placate us, Mike ordered the new Giro Synthe helmet and the Empire VR90 shoes. He really is a magnanimous leader as he also got us a portable change booth so we can get out of our chamois immediately after racing. I promised everyone that I wouldn’t use it as an outhouse as that would have been a fantastic dual function.
The bottom-line is that if you’ve seen us at races, you would know and understand that we genuinely enjoy each other’s company and that the Kokanee redbike race team is not some fabricated, contrived, insincere corporate team, but a group of buddies who like beer and love cycling. Except for Sheldon; he’s a horrible person.