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Hendersonville UCI Cyclocross


The Hendersonville UCI cyclcoross race was this past weekend. Last year was complete carnage as low temperatures, rain and mud kept the course “inhospitable”. This year, the sun was shining, the mud was virtually non-existent and the course was fast. In other words, it was a power course. Hawley’s Joshie was the only work representative in the cat 2/3 race. He rode admirably but the speed at the front definitely put the screws on the rest of the field. A clearly exhausted Josh pulled up after his race and grunted some monosyllabic sounds and then went straight for his post-race cooldown. The pro women’s race was fairly boring as a racer from Sellwood Cycle Repair gapped the field and soloed to victory. It was cool to see Britlee Bowman racing for Richard Sachs. We sponsor their cyclocross team with Northwave shoes. We couldn’t have been prouder. She barely missed the top 10 Saturday but then powered her way to a top five on Sunday. The men’s race was a little more exciting. A selection was made after a few laps and the irascible Kerry Werner pulled out the win in front of a quasi-hometown crowd. Richard Sachs rider Dan Timmerman got another podium spot but Bloggy missed his chance to get a photo taken with the iconoclastic rider. Maybe next year Dan?



Does Kevin ever stop working? Give it a rest kiddo, you’re outta here in 4 days!


Josh might’ve not had the best race, but he’s number one when it comes to pinning numbers.


This line was a mess last year. This year, it was inconsequential.


This sign’s warning was well-heeded.


Nothing says “UCI” like a man racing in a purple cape and matching kit.


This is a malamute. It’s super fluffy and gentle-natured. As a breed, they hate cyclocross.


Sponsored rider Britlee Bowman grimaces/smiles her way towards “The Wall”…


Senseless product placement. We love Camelbak!


The Charlotte cyclocross crew passed out these things.




Bicycle Ride In The Snow With Mid-Level Sociopaths

Kevin has a lot of bad ideas but riding bikes in the snow is not one of them. His text came to Bloggy a minute after 9 PM, which meant sleeping gown and starched sleeping cap had been donned and the blessed act of sleep was being realized. Even though I missed the fun, beloved Hawley coworkers Patrick and Clayton acted as my pleasure-ride surrogates. OK, that sounded extraordinarily creepy but that’s never stopped the relentless creepiness of this blog. Since it’s 2014 and we all know reading is going the way of the dodo, Kevin was kind enough to provide a few photos of the night’s frivolity. Behold the frivolnous…




Kevin whipped up a snazzy video as well that’s on the Hawley Facebook. Check it out below or better yet, watch it via our FB page…


Josh’s Trip to Unicoi


The MSG cyclocross series is a brutal test of physical prowess, mental acuity and suppressing the latent cannibalistic urges that are associated with the dreaded hill people of eastern Tennessee (for further reading, see: Hale, Andy). Josh was able to overcome his taste for human flesh and ride his way to back to back second place finishes this weekend in the cultural mecca of Unicoi (their Flying J now stocks pornography in hardback editions!). While Josh savored his podium, it gave Bloggy no pleasure to remind him that a) second place is merely first loser and b) the Sun will turn into a red giant in 5.4 billion years, swallowing the Earth and rendering his second place finish and everything else totally meaningless (see, “Ecclesiastes”). Nevertheless, congratulations to Josh. Maybe he’ll finally quit delaying the inevitable and cat up. Here are several photographs of Unicoi




Mayhem ensues in the death spiral. Also, things get wacky on the cyclocross course!



josh_MSG Sat






Hendersonville UCI Cyclocross, Elite Men


I always forget the men race after the women at these cyclocross races. You watch the women try and murder each other, every rider fighting tooth and nail for 45 minutes like their lives depend on it and the men’s race can seem a bit, ah, hmmm, pedestrian by comparison? Well, the elite men finally got their act together and put an exciting race together that surpassed the Visigothic bloodshed of the women’s race. Brian (Dark) Matter eventually won but it took a while to shake off Werner and Timmerman. Bloggy has a thing for the Sachs team so it took a lot of self control to not stalk Timmerman around and only shoot his bike, but I think I got a fair sampling of the other racers. Huzzah!




Only set of elite dreadlocks I’ve seen all season. This was a rare moment.


The elite pit area. Kinda pointless on a nice, dry course.


Product placement. Ahem. Good to see Brian Matter races with an Edge 500, like Eric Smith.


Chase Dickens leads the “Chase” group. OK he’s not leading the chase group but the pun doesn’t work if I use Jake Wells so relax.



Timmerman rolls across the line. What’s with the kid and his reckless eyeballin’?



Cyclocross Is In The Wind (in the form of a poisonous gas cloud)

The end of July means the cyclocross deviants emerge from their lairs/right wing militia bunkers and start assessing their cross needs for the upcoming season. Independent Bicycle Dealers, take advantage of their lethargy and partially hindered motor skills to sell them the necessary tools of the trade like tubular tires, glue, cantilever brakes, back issues of “The Ruby Ridge Examiner” and various embrocations and balms (including handlebar mustache wax). A good place to look for cyclocross ideas is the upcoming Hawley Masterlink for August, chock full of farm-raised, hand-picked cyclocross goodies from our always eager product managers. Find the hidden acrostic relating to the Randy Weaver threat source profile and take an extra 5 percent off your first pallet of beer hand-up palm adhesive. Have a frank and productive weekend. Also do plenty of this:

Mystery Cake

This cake appeared in the Hawley Beta Breakroom today. Questions were asked, walnuts were consumed:

I know I intimated no more posts about cyclocross because road and mountain season are in full swing (for some, they never ended) and most of our dealers haven’t sold a single cyclocross related product in days/hours. That being said, after a lot of hand wringing and collar tugging, I was able to find a spot with solid WiFi and reasonably priced caffeinated beverages Sunday morning for the World Champioship. Of course, the REAL race was the day before (Beloften) as Lars van der Haar showed off the Dutch might that made the East India Company the scourge of commerce during a 45 minute duel with Belgium’s Wietses Bosmans. On the last lap, things got chippy if not downright rude. Van Der Heijden bridged up and then “things” started happening. Mainly Bosmans shoulder checks Van Der Heijden (4:57) and then more shoulder rubbing, but not of a sensual variety, but of a “I’m freakin’ out!” variety. It was old fashioned, last-person-standing, bare knuckle racing the kind a dum dum like Nick Saban could relate to (ie, DIRTY). Van Der Heijden starts passing in the sand and then Bosmans sends his bike perpendicular. Hey, sometimes things just happen, don’t make this weird man. Link to the final lap embedded in the last screenshot. You be the judge…

Speaking of dirty tactics and kill-or-be-killed mindsets, no stranger to the thunderdome that is the Receiving Department, today is Dave’s last day at Hawley. Dave’s weapon of choice in the Receiving Thunderdome was a double ply clipboard and a serrated scalping cutlass dipped in cobra venom. Fare thee well Dave, you are dead to me.

Rage Against The Machinist

The great thing about cyclocross compared to mountain biking is that with the latter, when it’s nasty out, you’re advised to stay off the bike and give the trails some time to drain and with the former, the nastier it is the better because nobody cares about public parks, disc golf fairways and parking lots and apparently being covered in mud makes great photography subjects. While that isn’t technically true, it’s nebulousness and over-arching generality makes it seem true, so it is. After the “conditions” argument against mountain biking and for cross, mountain biking wins in every comparison. That being said, Bloggy can say that he is genuinely excited about this weekend’s world championship. No doubt we’ve read about the treacherous sand (and the Shai Hulud dwelling below), the huge crowds (40,000 tickets sold with another 10,000 counterfeits being printed up), the vast quantities of alcohol ordered (Kokaijde means “nature’s urinal in Flemish) and the American contingent looking to make their mark this year (I bet my left kidney Driscoll podiums). What we haven’t read about is where you plan on inviting Bloggy to view the race with you. I like waffles, grits, scrambled eggs, blueberry bagels, mimosas, french press anything and the less conversation the better so keep that in mind before you send me your evite. Also, I’m lactose intolerant and my silverware needs to be kosher. Keeping things on the Heule tip, here’s another gopro video from his Koksijde practice lap. This is a lovely lead-in (or lead-out) to mention the new-for-2012 Go Pro camera mounts from our machinist friends K-Edge. These are strong, lightweight and can be used on the bars or the saddle. The Go Pro adapter mount (SD9980) lets you attach your camera to things like skateboards or helicopter blades if cycling isn’t cutting it for you anymore but you still want to see some visual proof of your activites. HDBR9502 and HDBR9504 will satisfy your handlebar mount needs while SD9984 is for the saddle rail view, ie “that dude WAS staring at my backside, lasciviously!”…

Here’s some hot Go Pro action from Christian Heule…

Weekend Cyclocross Ruminations

Bloggy found himself an hour from the first round of the NCCX in Sandhills so I figured I’d give it go, then meet up with Teenwolf the following day in Raleigh for round 2. I showed up late and had time for a quick warm up lap to scout the course while I wolfed down a cold bagel. Lots of sand including a loose downhill whose line I wouldn’t solve until the penultimate lap of my race. It was chilly, my skinsuit was in the bag and my warm wear was nowhere to be found. I then remembered I grabbed a bottle of the new-for-Hawley ELITE warming oil (BODY8070, not online yet, but it WILL be) from Patrick last week. It’s not embrocation but a light, somewhat slick oil with capsicum that provides instant warmth without the moisture activated heat from regular embrocations. I worked it into my legs and arms in the most non-erotic method I could muster without titillating any of my fellow parking lot compatriots. Needless to say, the oil was pretty awesome and my parking lot compatriots seemed unnerved by the spectacle. I didn’t look like a hot oil wrestler and it warmed me up for the standard 10 minutes of standing around at the start line. The start went horrible as I found myself in the back being gapped from the start. I would spend the race yo yo-ing with a group of racers until I found myself with two fine fellows who seemed content to ride together. Feeling frisky, I tried to gap them on the pavement leading into the final lap. My gap achieved, I bonked in the grassy power section and finished 10-15 seconds behind my cohorts I had attacked only a few minutes earlier. As usual, the combination of American Classic tubulars and Challenge Grifos were “jam up jelly tight”. Sadly, I’m pretty sure Stephen Hawking could handle a bike better than me right now. Ugh, makes me sick to think of how much time I lost on that sandy downhill. Oh well, lesson learned. This was the new Hawley kits debut at a race so if anybody has pictures of me almost eating it in the sand pit, shoot me an email. Here are some random pics I snapped from the race…

The sand in the pit. It was deep, thick, lustrous. A few of the pros tried to ride it, but most ran it.

One of the Shields twins goes nuts and attempts to ride the pit, which she did until the hairpin…

Super-fresh Ibis in the Masters race. Alpha Q fork, ahhh gone but not forgotten.

The leading women’s duo prep for dismount.

Men’s race starts with the customary trackstand.

Yet More Pictures From Charm City

I ate three curried beef chalupas washed down with a 64 ounce Diet Mountain Dew a few minutes before my race to provide the fuel my body would need. As luck would have it, there was a fresh porta-john near the staging area waiting to be desecrated with my spicy innards. No regrets baby, no regrets. Stink fumes are barely visible.

During the race, there was a particularly drunken group of hecklers who were giving out drug-laced Twizzlers to unsuspecting riders and children alike. While I enjoy the works of Carlos Castaneda, I have no interest in living through them, let alone racing in them. I prefer my psychedelic desert landscapes like everybody else, airbrushed on the side of a Chevy van outside my Uncle Chico’s house.

The Twizzler crew, chased from the tree barriers make camp on one of the climbs. I asked them for a beer and heard audible gasps of disbelief. Prudes!

I passed this fellow on both days. I nicknamed him The Ogre. The racer next to him was six foot ten inches tall, 290 pounds. They say the Ogre’s frame was fashioned from leftover Alaskan pipeline materials and welded together by a wizard. There is also a good chance he tried to kill me and eat my bones on lap 2. But keeping my wits about me, I escaped the ogre on a right hand turn and left him to the hapless Twizzler hecklers.

The tree barriers were treacherous for many a racer. Their height made traversing them a choice between climbing over them or leaping while their width made portage a tricky affair. Needless to say, I made sure to approach these with caution.

As I alluded to yesterday, I made the mistake of passing a gentleman close to the finish, thus setting myself up for an embarrassing sprint finish. As luck would have it, I found a picture of the intrepid racer and opportunist. Those curried beef chalupas were banging outside the proverbial gates and I had no time for last place glory.

And just as my race started in the proverbial crapper on the 98th row, it ended in the proverbial crapper too! You can’t plan on these things happening folks. Once again, thanks to Jose and American Classic for helping me procure the Carbon 58 wheels. Also big ups to Paul S. for welding a frame I’m not worthy to race on!