Many of the members of the Ruckus Test Team have been energized and activated by—to put it mildly—recent developments in American politics.
So when I found myself in a scheduling dilemma between leading the Ruckus Test Team Saturday ride and also planning to stand in solidarity with Planned Parenthood and resist a “Defund Planned Parenthood” rally, I pitched to the team that we combine our political activism with our ride, and do the following route:
STAND W PP
Last year we started a program where a different team member would lead Saturday rides for a month. While the meeting spot remained the same, the routes were often wildly different with regard to who the organizer was. The ultimate goals included getting the team together, staying fit through the long winter months, and learning new routes. (more…)
Like a spiral, moving ever further from its point of origin, any long-term Portland mountain biker will slowly but surely find themselves looking for trails further and further from home; you can only ride Hood River, Oakridge, and Bend so many times before you begin to crave a different vista, a bigger climb, a longer descent. In this spirit, I performed an internet search and learned about Angel’s Landing in far North Central Washington. I enlisted David and Dan, and waited patiently as the stars, meteors, and fork stanchions aligned and we hit the road on a Friday after work.
The Oregon Stampede is invariably a long day in the saddle. Our bud, Dan, has done a very good job of the run down and run up to the ride over on his blog: Benedicto. Our experience, while not necessarily mirroring his, is similar enough that we can skip the great details that may or may not make this unique.
With classic reggae spilling out of David’s newly-installed sound system, we drove past the packed parking lot of riders getting ready for the Silver Star Prison Break. We were running late and made it there 5 minutes before the start. Luckily, we pulled in right behind Sean (Corey) and Paul (Valentine), and we all quickly made plans to ride together. While we were still getting ready, the main group started riding and we were left playing catch-up/riding on our own terms. Lara and Marayah were also getting a late start and the six of us set off together. The roads were quiet and the air still had that familiar damp, morning chill which mixes perfectly with anticipation. (more…)
Oh how my heart pounds
green mountains giant pearl blades spin
how do I climb again
A few members of the team drove some cars, then hopped on a ferry, and then arrived in beautiful Victoria, BC. The details from that point are hazy, but we know that there were singlespeeds, pampdrank, literal alley cats, exotic potato chips, snow barriers, and cheating (so much cheating). (more…)
I hope I didn’t talk too much this weekend about how pumped I am to be the newest member of the Ruckus Test Team. It’s been on my mind a lot since spending 36 hours in Bend getting to know the team, dressing up like a sexy dancer, and racing a couple of Cross Crusade races. Sitting here a few days later, I’m trying to sort out my memories and decide which was the most interesting part of the weekend.
Heading into the last Trophy Cup, David was in close contention for the win with Steven and Cliff. A few things needed to happen to get him to the top step, one of which was to employ the “speedo rule” where the rider would get double the points if they raced in a speedo. Unfortunately, the other part of the plan was to hope that the other fellas didn’t do the same. They did. It was a great race to watch and David ended up on the podium in second. Great job! (more…)