Cross Crusade #1: Al...

This race report will follow the format of the last few weeks, barely addressing the topic at hand (ie: the Alpenrose race) and instead focusing on the issues that matter to the American people: hunting wolves from helicopters and the coming econ-apocalypse! I insist on bringing this up (again) because at Alpenrose this weekend...

Dutch Canyon –...

I should have known that I was in trouble when my riding partner mentioned over coffee that he had consumed a pre-ride pot cookie to help him “zone out”. And I should have grown more concerned when he told me, as we carved our way down the pockmarked pavement on Rock Creek, that he was “starting to feel...

Silver Falls –...

My first experience in the beautiful farmland East of Salem was the Mt. Angel Oktoberfest, where I drank my weight in Bud Light from a beer stein, and unwittingly opened an unlocked Honey Bucket and found a pair of young bumkins in the act of, as Chuck Woolery would say, “whoopie” while a polka band played the...

Battle at Barlow ...

Everyone kept talking about the Barlow runnup like it was their new baby. “When are you going to come over and see the runnup?!” … “Can you believe the runnup?”… “Isn’t the runnup amazing?!”… ENOUGH ABOUT YOUR RUNNUP ALREADY! Some of us are happy in our sad, selfish...

Rickreall Rampage &#...

I’m brand new to the world of cyclocross, so please keep the rookie factor in mind when reading this report about last Saturday’s Rickreall Rampage.  The race took place at illustrious messenger R. Kelley’s farm in Rickreall, Oregon, and from what I could gather, the excitement level was high among veteran...

Pause Kitchen

I like meat and beer. Not together. Well, yes. Together. But not in the same glass or anything. I like my meat on a plate, and my beer in a glass. Near each other. Close enough that I can consume them both in turn, depending on my desire. The patterns change, but it’s generally just a variation of this. Beer. Beer. Meat. Beer. Meat. Meat. Meat. Beer. Something like that. Anyway, Pause has meat and beer*. Nice local beers and (I’m told) nice local meats. And while there are lots of places that serve both meat and beer, Pause puts them together on the menu as a special, and they leave it there all of the time. Which you might think would make it less special, but you’d be wrong. It IS special. ALL THE TIME. The deal is...

Allez vs. Predator: ...

According to Yahoo Sports, cyclists caught doping in ’09 face 4-year bans, doubling the current ban of 2 years. International Cycling Union president Pat McQuaid plans to double the current penalty of two years in “aggravating circumstances.” This now puts hopped up cyclists on the same schedule as the Olympics, US...

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T-Mobile Sidekick

  If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love my Sidekick phone almost as much as I love my bikes.  I never expected to care this much about a communication device—In fact, I’d always hated to talk on the phone at all.  I came late to the cell phone party and didn’t expect to stay long, but by...

Lance Armstrong caus...

There is nothing I love more than getting my news about the cycling industry AND my news about the impending global economic doom at the same time. Something about the time saved warms my heart. So it is with great joy that I break the news that Lance Armstrong has thrown himself behind SRAM, and then breaking the news that...

Eugene Short Cross #...

There’s something adorable about Southern and Central Oregon cross races that makes you just want to pinch their cheeks and fix their cowlicks by spittin’ on your hand. They’re small, and everyone knows one another. No one seems nervious. No one cares about holeshots. The riders are are all the same cailiber...

Hood River Double Cr...

My brother said to me the other day, “I wish there was a show on TV these days that opened like CHiP did, where a rollerskating disco theif would ride away in a sidecar and cause a Pinto to flip over on the highway.” I’m telling you this, not because it has anything to do with bike racing, but because my...

Starcrossed – ...

I didn’t go to Starcrossed up in Seattle. Because I suck. But it’s such a popular race I wanted to make sure that it was represented here. So I decided to interview my So So Velo Senior Northwest Race Correspondent. I don’t have a course map to go with this, because our correspondent doesn’t use high...

Mt. Hood Breweries &...

This ride is 103 miles of drunken glory, where the winner is the one who can hold both their alcohol and their composure. And this years event started at 7am at the Hair of the Dog brewery, where the owner was kind enough to open his doors to allow us to consume some of his beer. At 7am. In the morning. That’s the kind of...

Kruger’s Kerme...

I want to be neutral and tell you about “the” race, not “my” race. But you know what? “The” race was exactly the same as the last race, so there isn’t much to tell. Dry. Dusty. Bumpy. Fast. Fresh produce. Jam band. Dirty faces. No shade. Corn stalks. Amy WInehouse on repeat play for 5...

Krugers Kermese #2 &...

We hear at the So So Velo West Coast Corporate Headquarters are pretty fucking tired of Summer. But no matter how many culturally insensitive rain dances we did, we were stuck with another hot and dusty Kermese this week. While the Cubans were getting Tina Turner’d by the rain and wind of Hurricane Ike, Portland racers...

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