ma vie en rouge

Here’s a story about hubris and the 2014 Rouge Roubaix.

Given that I was planning to scratch from the race on account of knee pain just 24 hours before it began, I’d say my 21st place finish was fair. Given that I suffered a major mechanical at the foot of Big Bertha when my chain was spit off the bottom of my cassette and jammed between the spokes and cassette, I’d say my 21st place finish was inspired. And given that I rode off course and got lost for a good few minutes, I’d say that my arrival at the finish at all was astronomically improbable.

Of course I didn’t feel this way upon finishing. Despite knowing I had severely overtrained myself in California the week before, climbing 11,000′ in 3 days and 120 miles, I failed to manage my expectations for this race. I saw my decision to ride and subsequent performance as all or nothing; either the pain would be too much to ride at all, or I would clip in and set the world (or at least the area north of Baton Rouge) ablaze. Unfortunately my optimism was blocking me from realizing that my control of the situation ended at deciding to race. My performance would be what it would be, despite the emotional investment I had made in believing I could shine if I got lucky.

When my performance turned out to feel subpar, I wasn’t exactly surprised. But when my drivetrain went to salad, I felt not only unlucky, but heartbroken. Even following a knee-electrifying bridge back up to the group after having to take an involuntary nature break, I managed to hang on to a competitive position at the final climb, the real climax of the race. I had come so far against such odds. It was a Cinderella Story until the pumpkin carriage exploded its transmission. The wheel truck guys offered a poor prognosis for dislodging the chain, and offered me a ride. I politely declined, insisting “I’ll break this wheel before I quit!” My tenacity paid off, as I dislodged a couple bights of chain and tackled the climb. Again there was a shred of hope. A frayed strand of knee tendon, barely visible in the light, but a shred nonetheless.

The shred tore away, figuratively, when I meandered off course after the climb. I quickly realized I had made a mistake when I couldn’t see ANYBODY ahead of me. It seemed like a fittingly hopeless ending to a hopeless race, and started to weigh on me. I was drowning in despair and without a drop of water to drink. Fortunately for my soul, and my more corporeal extension, Wes appeared in classic deus ex machina fashion. He filled my spirit with vigor and my bidon with water. Together we rode in to the finish.

I was glad to have completed the race of course, but was unable to help but feel pretty bummed because of all that had gone wrong. I should have enjoyed this moment a lot more. I made the mistake of focusing on the turd sandwich moments when I should have been gazing upon the whole enchilada.

You can wear the rose colored glasses, if you like. If you prefer, you can see red. Either way, you’re not seeing the race in living color and that’s the only way to view it if you want to set achievable goals. And if you are like me, and tend to put so much motivational value in success, to the point of an emotional investment, you really need to be honest with yourself and keep your head straight.


YYR Turns One!

Rougly one solar orbit in the past, when the Earth was in this same general location and position, I was sitting down with Boedi at a coffee shop to discuss a possible pet project collaboration. Boedi and I had met and become friends the summer before, ripping around on tarck bikes, racing alleycats, and once even showing up for the Tuesday Time Trials on the lakefront on said tarck bikes.  Quickly it became apparent that we had a similar vision for what the biking scene in New Orleans could be, and how we could use our powers to make it better.

So we sat down to lay the foundation for what would become Yeah You Ride. We had no budget, and only the most nebulous of ideas about what we would do with a blog; what type of content we would create, who our audience would be, how we would promote it, etc. But one thing was clear. Boedi and I were both competitive, and racing was going to play a big role in what YYR would be. Before we had a name or a web domain, we had a plan for an alleycat race. That race, Spring Brake Yrself, was a huge success in our eyes and shaped what was to come in many ways. We had no idea at the inception of YYR just how far we would delve into the world of racing, or how many possibilities this project would present us.

Here we are, a year later. 300+ beautiful followers on the Facebooks, and going into our first real road season as part of a USAC team. We never dreamed we would be here on that cold winter day that YYR was born. We never thought we would do a lot of the things we did this year, like ride a bike with gears and brakes, shave our legs, or refer to ourselves as ‘cyclists.’ It’s been a year of firsts, and hopefully a few lasts, ups, downs, ins, outs and all around excellence.

Before we say anything else, we’d like to say Thanks. That’s capital-T Thanks to everyone who is reading this, who has ever read any of this banter, and especially those who have read it and despite better judgment will continue to read it as long as it may pervade the internet. Thanks to all the racers who have come out to our alleycats, goldsprints, cross races, and other cycling fiascoes. Huge thanks to the shops and businesses that have sponsored and supported our events. Not only would YYR be impossible without your attention and support, it would be utterly pointless. We love you and can’t wait to see what 2014 brings.

But before we rush headlong into this annum novum, lets take a pause for the cause and reflect on the madness that was Year One.

Spring Brake Yrself 2013
Our maiden voyage in alleycat planning, or really doing anything organized, for that matter, was pulled off without a hitch with a lot of help from awesome volunteers. We managed to draw out a crowd of 67, including 2 tandems and a pedicab, on a beautiful April afternoon. The race seemed really well received by all competitors, and we believe enforced a standard for how rad an alleycat should be. One of the greatest measures of success, in our estimation, is the afterparty. People stuck around 12 Mile Limit for a long time, mingling, putting away more than 200 free New Belgium beers, and chowing some choice BBQ. This is what we wanted to see from jump. Strangers coming together over bike racing and having a bitchin’ time. This was when we first started believing we could make something happen with YYR.

YYR Goes Quasi-Pro
When we started tooling around on road bikes, I don’t think there was any real endgame or primary objective in sight, aside from the deep seated urge to always get faster. Being part of a real racing team hardly seemed like an option for a bunch of greenhorns like ourselves, but soon we realized how necessary banding together was for winning, and we like winning. Drawing on some great friendships formed through Semi-Tough Cycling Club’s “Tuesday Loops” training ride, and some solid advice from our new friends in Austin, Beat The Clock, we laid the groundwork for what would become our team. All that was missing was a sponsor, and in typical fashion, the universe did provide. Wes McWhorter of Rouler had been harboring a dream for many moons of having a race team to call his own. With Rouler’s social mission of lowering the bar to entry for competitive riding, and YYR’s background as ex-messengers and track bike goons turned legit racers, our visions seemed to dovetail perfectly. Before we knew it, we were part of a real, live USAC recognized team. While I never dreamed it would happen, it is a dream we have been living since early last fall.

The Mud and The Blood and The Beer
“I don’t know if this cyclocross business is for me. . .” I told Robinson one day while we were slaving over transforming an abandoned golf course into a CX field of dreams. Fortunately, we were too invested in greenskeeping by this point for me to back out. Boedi and I fell madly in love with CX. Everyone involved with DSGP worked really hard, and it proved to be a really awesome opportunity to make new friends and rivals across the LAMBRA district. Next season promises to be even more exciting, with an expanded racing schedule, including the possibility of double-header weekends and night races. This has been, and will continue to be a project we are stoked to work on.

It has been a peach of a year and we dug every minute of it with you. Keep your eyes on us in the year to come, as we put together some top-notch events and continue to bring you all the dirt on bush-league racing in New Orleans.

Rich + Boedi

DSGP Race No. 4 // Monroe, LA // Results + Recap

In a display of perfect cyclocross weather, Saturday’s temperatures plummeted into the low 40’s, and rain fell steadily, beginning the night before the race. Winds picked up along the heavily exposed riverside course. The sandy soil of the levee was soaked and the turf left a bit slick. Needless to say, the inclement weather, paired with the remote location of the race limited turnout in many fields. However, new faces continue to emerge at each race, and it is great to see ridership in the series expanding.

The course was stretched out over roughly 3/4 of a mile of river levee, in Monroe’s Forsythe Park. The turnaround at the far end was marked by a sweeping uphill turn around a large oak, and a steep, turbulent descent over loose dirt and gnarly roots towards the chilly river. Largely due to the weather and course conditions, Director Wes McWhorter decided not to place barriers on the course. Two volleyball courts, one submerged in six inches of icy water, a stair run-up with optional ride-up, and a couple of challenging climbs created ample necessity to dismount. The circuit was characterized by a couple short but steep climbs, and two consecutive points where the course zig-zagged over a steep and grassy lip on the river levee. The key to success on this course was the ability to negotiate these sections while dismounting as little as possible, despite the wet, sandy course offering little traction. A short stretch of asphalt balanced advantages between MTB and CX, leveling the field somewhat.

Cat 4/5 Men
In perhaps the most competitive race of the day, leaders exchanged places over half a dozen times over the 4 lap, 30 minute race. Richard Carman (Rouler Racing) took the holeshot, and led the field out to the turnaround, where he ceded his position to Chris Snider (Rouler Racing) and Jeremy Wesson (Revolution Racing). Aside from this , Nearly all other position changes occurred on the steep ascent and descent near the Finish, or the grassy lip along the levee. Wesson took the lead for a final time late in the race, and refused to give it back, riding away for a 1st Place finish. Snider passed Carman, who had gone down mounting the lip, and put down a significant gap. In a last ditch, vomit-inducing effot, Carman hammered out the gap, overtaking Snider in the last half lap. Snider kept pressure on all the way to the end, with the leaders finishing slightly ahead of the pack.

Cat 4/5 M Leaderboard
1st – Jeremy Wesson (Revolution Racing)
2nd – Richard Carman (Rouler Racing)
3rd – Chris Snider (Rouler Racing)

**Immediately after the Cat 4/5 race, I yakked up a cup of hot coffee and peanut butter bars. Most of the remainder of the day was spent shivering in various cars and coughing uncontrollably, rather than paying close attention to what was happening in the harsh outdoors. I really have only vague ideas what happened the rest of the day, and Boedi was attending a wedding. So in lieu of our regular reporting, here are leaderboards and a video of yours truly ejecting his brekkie.  – Rich**

New guys dominated the Masters’ podium. Our new buddy Jeremy Polk (Revolution Racing) managed to snag a spot on the bottom row.

Masters Leaderboard
1st – Russell Wilford (Fulcrum Coaching)
2nd – Tim O’Hara
3rd – Jeremy Polk (Revolution Racing)

Matt Gandy (The Bike Crossing) was sick as a dog but still ran away with this race, while simultaneously winning the Cat 4 Booger Dangle.

SS Leaderboard
1st – Matt Gandy (The Bike Crossing)
2nd – Travis Johnson (Bicycle Michael’s)
3rd – Jason Shearer

Rosanne Simons (Nola Lending Racing) returned to reclaim her place atop the podium. Christine Moser (Rouler Racing) snagged her first podium of the series.

Women’s Leaderboard
1st – Rosanne Simons (Nola Lending Racing)
2nd – Christine Moser (Rouler Racing)
3rd – Lua Walter

Cat 4 + Cat 1/2/3 Men
These fields were combined due to low turnout and it made for an interesting race. Will Sheftall continued with the savagery, nearly lapping the entire field. In a bit of an upset, Robinson Sudan, Skip Town, and perhaps a few other Cat 4 riders finished between the 2nd and 3rd place riders in Cat 1/2/3, raising questions about how the payout/point system works, and driving home the value of catting up and competing in the highest category possible.

Cat 4M Leaderboard
1st – Robinson Sudan (Rouler Racing)
2nd – Skip Town aka Sean Brock
3rd – Matt Gandy (The Bike Crossing)

Cat 1/2/3M Leaderboard
1st – Will Sheftall (Raising Cane’s Racing)
2nd – Anderw Sorey (Absolute Racing)
3rd – Ross Livingston (The Bike Crossing)

Next Race
December 14 marks the final race in the Delta State Grand Prix of Cyclocross, the District Championship in Natchez, MS. While some Categories are more solidified than others, nothing is set in stone, and much is yet to be decided. Next weekend is for all the bacon. Good luck to all who will be putting it on the line.

Yeah You Ride



DSGP Race No. 1 // New Orleans // Results + Recap

Late Friday night, the finishing touches were put on the cyclocross course that Rouler Racing and Semi-Tough Cycling Club had been building since summer on the abandoned golf course in City Park. With great pride, 1.7 miles of swampy chicanery, off-camber turns, mud, sand, and grass was rolled out to be rolled on. Astounding numbers of riders and spectators came out to enact and witness what has never before happened outside some wild anti-bourgeouisie fantasy: maniacs on bicycles destroying a golf course to screams of joy from the public.

New Belgium came through with the goods, providing more than enough free Fat Tire and Shift to get the party started. And party we did. Huge thanks to title sponsors, New Belgium, and Endo Customs.  Many kudos to the race sponsors Nola Criminal Law, Oceana Grill, Bayou BicyclesBicycle Michaels and Buckler Embrocation.   They made this possible, and many thanks to all our volunteers, riders, and spectators for MAKING THIS HAPPEN!

The Delta States Grand Prix opened with a mighty thunderclap that soaked the earth and, over the course of 5 category races, turned everything in sight to mud. The course, when dry, had some severely bumpy sections, and stretches of tiresome, spongy grass. It is difficult to say whether mud was a boost or a drag. It’s transition to dirt soup improved some sections, while detracting from others; ultimately it all came out in the wash.
Race director, Wes McWhorter, was seen several times running back and forth in the finish line area alternatingly consuming beers, helping riders with their bikes over the barriers, and shouting what can only be described as back-handed words of encouragement — mama used to call it “tough love”.

The extremely condensed technical sections carved into the bunkers and tee boxes on the front side of the course were slowed significantly, leveling the playing field towards those with less handling finesse. Mountain bikers gained an advantage that increased a hair each lap, as the course eroded into goo. To put the muck into perspective, Cat 4/5 Men put down significantly faster race times than Cat 3/4 Men, due almost entirely to worsening course conditions. Races broke down as follows:

Cat 4/5 Men – The biggest field of the day, possibly the biggest mass start in LA cross history, the first real run on a course that still has grass.

Micheal Boedigheimer takes the holeshot, gunning for the $35 breakfast prime from an anonymous donor/secret admirer. Ultimately he does not have the legs to hold off Skip Town, who takes home the bacon and sets an impressive pace. Accordingly, the 30 minute race is set at 5 laps, and turns into a 40 minute race as the course degrades. Skip tells me afterwards, “The course was getting rutted and sloppy even just from pre-riding. Picking clean lines and staying upright were the top priorities.”

I wind up mid-pack after the jump and spend Lap 1 making my way up to around 5th. After Lap 2, Zach Thomas falls back from 3rd, trading places a couple times with me and Matt Gandy. On lap 3 I fall at “Robinson’s Folly,” the short uphill hairpin that can be precarious even when dry, and let Zach and Gandy slip up to 3rd and 4th. Meanwhile, Graeme Preston overtakes Skip, who would soon be caught by Zach, as well.

“After 3 laps I was up at the front and my lungs weren’t on fire and my legs weren’t cramping up,” Zach remarks after the race, “So I said ‘Screw it, let’s do this.”

At this point the podium is sorted out, with a bit of a lead over the next few riders, trading licks for the remaining shreds of glory. Gandy, Micheal Boedigheimer, and I shuffle around in 4th/5th/6th for a bit, before I pull ahead and take a respectable but not comfortable lead. Unfortunately a second fall and subsequent mechanical issues with my cleats/pedals slow me, conflated with my right shoe coming undone and nearly popping off. These errors cost me my lead; Gandy passes me after the techincal bits are done, and only hammering remains, pulling ahead by 15 seconds

Graeme Preston reflects over a post-race drink that the ordeal was a definite learning experience, musing “I thought about a lot of things I had never thought about before. Like what a pit bike is and why you would have one. I came to understand what it means for a tire to ‘shed mud well.'” For all these untested riders on an untested course, the 4/5 race is most certainly an experience, learning or otherwise.

Leaderboard: In a field of 33 riders,
1st – Graeme Preston -43:13 – 30 pts
2nd – Zach Thomas – 43:25 – 27 pts
3rd – Skip Town – 43:49 – 24 pts

Masters/Women/Singlespeed – Sloppy seconds. Masters, Women and the Singlespeed categories all roll after the same gun, or in our case, the bell ringing of Le Coq Mysterieux.

Early in the race, Brian Bourgeois rolls a tubular off his rim on an off camber turn. He shoulders his bike and runs several hundred meters to the pit, changes out, and manages to work back up to 2nd in Masters. Fellow cycling blogger, and one of the wittiest men on 2 wheels, Matt Kyte, keeps his nose to the grindstone, stays upright for the duration, suffers no mechanicals, and pulls out his first podium ever. “Honestly, I think the limited field helped, but not as much as 30 years of mountain biking,” Matt modestly reflects.

Masters Leaderboard:
1st – Rusty Bernard – 39:40 – 60 pts
2nd – Brian Bourgeois – 40:34 – 54 pts
3rd – Matt Kyte – 43:50 – 48 pts

Matt Gandy, apparently just warming up in the 4/5 race, runs away with the lead in the SS category by about a minute, executing the absolute smoothest, if not the most documented, hand-up of the day.

Singlespeed Leaderboard:
1st – Matt Gandy – 40:41 – 60 pts
2nd – Benjamin Spain – 41:47 – 54 pts
3rd – David Feinswog – 43:00 – 48 pts

Rosanne Simons, winner of the Women’s category who absolutely crushed it on her MTB even felt the deteriorating conditions  “The bike seemed to get heavier as the race progressed, but then it occurred to me. Someone must be raising the barriers!” she exclaimed after. Christine Moser, in her first ever competitive cycling event, became hooked. “CX gave my inner 12-year-old cause to rejoice when it made getting covered in mud not only acceptable, but mandatory.”

Women’s Leaderboard:
1st – Rosanne Simons – 45:11 – 60 pts
2nd – Christina Person – 46:50 – 54 pts
3rd – Samantha Stein – 47:00 – 48 pts

Cat 3/4 Men – Slopfest 2013 – Struggletown, USA.

In a world with no grass ... With the advantage in the MTB corner (see Rosanne, Rusty), Ryan Barnes (all-around speed freak) floors it off the gun, cranking the throttle on the ideal machine for the race – a hardtail 29’er on a short travel fork with 2.5 inch tires. Ryan blasts off and never returns. According to legend, he stops and dismounts to chug a beer, and later rides a one-handed wheelie across the finish line. (These legends are, in fact, not legends, but fact.)

Simultaneously, in a universe about 3 minutes later, the Cat 3/4 race is underway. Ed Novak holds down 2nd. Jaden Kifer drops out of 3rd due to a mechanical, allowing Robinson Sudan to slip onto the podium. Robinson evades Jaden in the final stretches of the course to finish just 9 seconds ahead. Graeme preston, who won Cat 4/5M ran out of gas. “It became painfully apparent at the first set of barriers that I was not going to be competitive in this race.”

Leaderboard: In a field of 13 riders,
1st – Ryan Barnes – 45:30 – 60 pts
2nd – Ed Novak – 48:08 – 54 pts
3rd – Robinson Sudan – 48:41 – 48 pts

All in all, the race was a huge victory for cyclocross and the cycling scene in New Orleans. If such a small group of individuals can gather so much support, carry out such a task, and attract as much attention as we did, then the future seems quite bright for upcoming cross seasons in the dirty south. As Matt Kyte said, “If a city and a cycling event were made for each other, this was it. The heckling; the hand-ups; the maniacal giant chicken. It all makes sense here. People who weren’t there are kicking themselves for missing it.”

“This is easily one of the best days of my life!”, McWhorter said. “This race series might have been born of my vision to bring cyclocross to this region, but it is the hard work and enthusiasm of the organizing committee and volunteers and ultimately the efforts put in by the riders that is the ultimate indicator of success of this event. That visible look of exhaustion and baffled accomplishment you can see on every single rider’s face is the best endorsement we can get. Every single person out here from the #1 spot on the podium to DFL has a smile on their face. To me, that’s the gift of riding and racing bikes right there.”

Next Race: The action picks back up this weekend, Saturday October 26, at Highland Road Park in Baton Rouge, LA. The course is known for extended climbs and will be fast and hilly. Organizer Blair Krogh says the course will be laid out in a manner ideal for spectators, with most of the course visible from a single vantage point. As of today, weather will be dry and cool. I’m sure you’re all as giddy as I am to get out there and put some more points on the board. Seeya at Highland Road Park!

Full results.
Tons more photos.

Yeah You Ride

2 Broke 2 Lose

Old Look

Saturday I won my first alleycat. That is, I won an alleycat for the first time. I told everybody it was no sweat, but nothing could be farther from the truth. On one of the hottest afternoons of the year, legs still tight from the previous evening’s Goldsprints, I strapped a black messenger bag to my back and hammered around the city for 30 miles on a brakeless track bike, shouldering a load of phonebooks. Ask people that have had the pleasure of riding a pace line with me and they’ll tell you I sweat like a pig. On Saturday, this little piggy went in the oven. Oink oink, drip drip. Sorry for all the paperwork I destroyed with my profusion of perspiration.

This race took place in the midst of 2 Broke 4 The Worlds, an impromptu messenger party weekend hosted by past and current Atlanta messengers Skip Town, Travis of Freight Bags, and The Deaner (pronounced Tay Dee-nur), or Dean for short. Many of you know Skip, but less than few knew Dean before this weekend. Truly a character, Dean’s outrageous personality can best be described in two words: drunk uncle. He’s got a handful of go-to dirty jokes that he’ll tell you over and over all night, he’ll tell you stories about how it used to be in the golden days, he’ll remind you that you are a pussy, then he’ll do his best to get you wasted. But don’t worry, he’s not gonna tell your dad. Continue reading “2 Broke 2 Lose”

YYR’s Guide to the Seedy Underbelly: New Orleans

To all our guests from near and afar:

Thanks for coming to 2 Broke 4 the Worlds and welcome to our fine city. The Big Easy, The Crescent City, The City Sobriety Forgot, The Dirty Dirty. We call it many things, but most of all, we call it home. We are stoked to have you here in our city, on our sofas, and thrashing our streets. Hospitality is what we do and we are glad to host and want this to be an awesome time for everyone. Let us know if you have unanswered questions, or need anything. It can probably be arranged, no matter how depraved or illegal it is. Remember, New Orleanians love having guests, but we hate tourists. So have fun, mind your P’s & Q’s, and be a good guest, not an obnoxious tourist.

If you are still reading this we assume that you are not a local so, let us start by saying how much we appreciate you traveling to participate in the first (annual?) 2 Broke 4 The Worlds! As you know we aren’t your mom and we aren’t your lawyer. Even if we are friends we’d rather not have to bail you out of jail, visit you in the hospital, or hold your hair out of the toilet so here is the quick 411 on how to do things right down here. Continue reading “YYR’s Guide to the Seedy Underbelly: New Orleans”

Local Hardmen of the 512: Beat The Clock and Cycleast

Riding new roads is great, but at the end of the day, asphalt makes for a poor companion. A major highlight of our recent trip to Austin was the opportunity to link up with local riders who were not just solid in the saddle but genuinely cool people as well.

Beat The Clock is an Austin cycling club with its roots in the messenger community. Founder and owner of Beat The Clock messenger service John Trujillo decided to form his own cycling club under the same banner.  He clearly had no shortage of hard riders with good personalities to recruit from. And it showed when we went up to Austin to ride with BTC. These guys were definitely strong, but more importantly, they were really fun to ride with. No drama or yelling about the paceline, no pressure, no hammerhead douchery. Positive attitudes and healthy sense of humor all around. What puts them a cut above other cycling clubs and race teams is that they do not ride together because they’re all fast, they ride together because they are all rad doods. Being fast is just a coincidence, and a nice one at that. You can tell with certainty that even if sponsorship dissolved and the team disbanded, these guys would still be out there mashing together.


Not being self-absorbed pricks, BTC keeps it legit in the bicycle community, hosting events from yoga-infused social rides to challenging alleycats. Let’s face it. Being the tits as an amateur bike racer might get you laid on a rare occasion (more likely its the booze) but it’s not going to make you a hometown hero anymore than winning a POGs tournament. What matters is remembering where you came from and how you got into this game. Less than a year ago, YYR was working briefly as couriers and mashing out training rides on fixed gears, the only bikes in our stables. BTC has similar roots, and that makes it easy to see why they understand the importance of engaging the bike community on every level. People aren’t going to know your race team’s record for the season, but they are going to know who is providing the entertainment, organizing events to pass on the enthusiasm.

Cycleast bike shop in East Austin is the baby of Russell Pickavance, a really rad guy and by far the tallest rider in Beat The Clock. We had the pleasure of riding with him for a bit on Saturday, and decided to check out his shop after our ride and some face-stuffing at Torchy’s Tacos. He revealed that he had lived in New Orleans for some time in the past, and regaled us with his own tales of gators in the road and shenanigans of the sort that can only exist where open container laws do not.

The shop, at 501 Perdenales Bldg 2B, is adorned on the outside with some pretty dope graffiti and artwork. Inside is a studio as well, where Russell does repairs, restoration, and custom building. While he works on all sorts of bikes, he seems to have a soft spot for building cross bikes and city-practical fat-tire commuters (again, pretty much a cross bike). Be sure to check this place out if you find yourself in the 512.

Yeah You Ride

YYR On The Road: Austin, TX

This past weekend, Yeah You Ride went on a desert retreat with good friends from Semi-Tough Cycling Club. We rolled out of New Orleans, a caravan of hatchbacks, four men, five bikes, one chihuahua, all united in a quest for answers, thirsting for knowledge, and also Topo Chico mineral water.

Saturday began earlier than any day in my recent, albeit generally hazy, memory. While I can’t say with certainty what time we woke up, I do know that around 7:15 my brain turned on and I found myself in our new friend Jennine’s kitchen, wearing a Rouler kit and eating fried eggs with rice and quinoa on tortillas. One good cup of coffee and several trips to the bathroom later, we were clipping in cruising down South Congress towards downtown Austin.

More after the jump…

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