Frostbike–A bicycle non-professional at a bicycle industry trade show
A guest post by Laura Colbert of Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA
So, I know my byline up there says that I represent Loose Nuts Cycles when I write. The truth is that I am by no means a bicycle industry professional. I ride my bike to work and around town, love a mountain bike ride, help out at the local velodrome and am marrying a bike shop owner, but I have never been paid to ride or work on bikes or to be knowledgeable about bicycle-related things. I am a bicycle non-professional.
This weekend, my partner (owner of Loose Nuts Cycles) and I flew to Minneapolis so that he could attend Frostbike 2013–QBP’s annual conference and trade show. I originally signed up because I have some family in the city and wanted to visit with them, but I was also curious about what went on at bicycle industry gatherings. I’m in public health, so I’m used to peer-reviewed abstracts, break out sessions, suits, and networking events when I go to a conference.
Before we even left Atlanta for the frigid northern lands of Minnesota, I knew I was in for something different than the expert-packed, abstract-ridden, brain-overwhelming days of public health conferences. Chris forwarded an email to me with the subject line “2013 Frostbike Beer Hunt”, which described a scavenger hunt-type activity that you could complete at the vendor expo in order to earn “a 22oz. bottle of limited-edition Frostbike beer that was brewed and bottled by the QBP Vendor Sales Team”. It’s not that we public health folks don’t have fun at our conferences, but we’ve certainly never hosted a Beer Hunt. I could tell that Chris’s “professional” trip was going to be a very different kind of professional than I was used to.
Essentially, our schedule was this:
Friday–arrive in Minneapolis and find hotel. Go to All City Bikes party (via a party bus called the Night Rider) and have beer- and bike-related fun.
Saturday–Go to QBP headquarters. Check out the vendor expo for the morning. Eat delicious lunch provided by Thompson and QBP. Ride Surly fat bikes in the snow. Back to expo. Return to hotel for dinner.
Sunday–More expo. Take tour of QBP headquarters. Eat more delicious lunch. Ride more fat bikes (Salsa this time). Win stuff at a raffle. Back to hotel.
Monday–Sit on butt. Fly back to Atlanta.
After4 bicycle packed days, these are the things that stuck with me:
- Fat tire bikes are awesome, especially when used for their intended purpose–snow.
- QBP likes girls. My name tag said “Dealer” which probably helped, but all of the brands and bike professionals with whom I spoke treated me very equitably, like I knew as much as Chris did. They made sure to look at both of us when talking about products. I liked the feeling of not being talked down to and treated knowledgeably, even if I wasn’t actually knowledgeable. I hope that Frostbike 2014 includes seminars for bike shop owners about how to make women cyclists feel like that in their shops. It seems pretty rare in the bike world.
- The bicycle apparel industry apparently hates women–I’ll rant more about this in a later post, but women’s bicycle clothing continues to be made to look exactly like men’s cycling apparel but with an added flower or ruffle. I saw not one piece of clothing at the entire show that I would be excited about wearing.
- POC Helmets look awesome–awesome enough to reduce how dorky I normally feel when wearing a helmet.
- Brooks still makes beautiful, drool-worthy leather products–I fell in love with this Brooks bag. Oh yeah, and this bag is pretty amazing in the grape color.
- The Surly display. They had obviously put a lot of thought and design into their space, even though it was just temporary. Plus, the new Big Dummy cargo system premiered, which was exciting.
Custom painted Moonlander just outside the Surly display area
New Surly Big Dummy bag and top plate
- There is a common sense of purpose between the Frostbike attendees. Even though people didn’t know each other, they shared a priority and experience that connected them. It sounds like hippy talk, but it made Frostbike feel welcoming and warm. The feeling helped to re-energize a lot of attendees (including myself) about riding, even in the middle of winter.
- Kenda’s new tube vending machine–this is being tested in several pilot areas before it will be available to the mass market. Pretty fun product.
For all those times when you need a tube and your local bike shop isn’t open to help you
I was prepared to come back and report that professional bike trade shows are just an excuse to have a good party and talk about bikes all weekend. While partying and talking about riding bikes and actually riding bikes was essentially all that we did for 3 days, I was surprised at how much actual business got done. Vendors with whom I spoke were really excited and helpful when talking about their new products. Bike shop owners were stoked that these new products met the needs of their customers (with the exception of women’s cycling clothing–ugh! Still unreasonably pissed about this). Everyone wanted to ride bikes and generally the atmosphere at Frostbike fueled that fire. It was fun to come home and be stoked to get on my bike and know that thousands of other people were doing the same thing as they returned home from Frostbike too.
Preview of Louisville 2013–Cyclocross World Championships
A guest post from Laura Colbert of Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA
Normally, I’ve just started making my weekend plans by this time in the week, but I’ve had this weekend planned for months…maybe longer. This weekend I’ll be traveling to Louisville, KY for the UCI Cyclocross World Championships! So stoked right now!
This weekend in Louisville is sure to be amazing for several reasons:
1. It’s the first time that the CX World Championships has been held outside of Europe. Last year, UCI gave Louisville a practice run with the Master’s World Championships. The masters returned to Louisville again this year and brought the rest of the World Championship events with them. The first time for anything is fun and challenging and special. This weekend will set the bar for US-hosted world CX events. If it goes well, maybe the World Championships will come back to the US. If it doesn’t, you can bet that Europe will be hosting all the major CX races for years to come.
2. It’s taking place in Louisville’s Eva Bandman Park. Bandman Park is the only park in the U.S. that is specifically dedicated to the sport of cyclocross, which means that the course should be great. If you want to preview the course, check out this guy’s blog. If you want to know what cyclists and officials think about the course, Velo News has a great article with thoughts from a lot of the top cyclists that have ridden it. If this weekend goes well, maybe other cities will consider building their own cyclocross specific venues.
3. European-style excitement about cyclocross! The event organizers say that they’re expecting 5000-6000 people to attend each day of the event. In addition to massive crowds, I fully expect that we’ll see some amazingly ridiculous cheering and fanaticism. Cyclocross is not exactly America’s national pass time, so American cyclocross events don’t often elicit the same enthusiasm that they do in Europe. That will not be case this weekend. The U.S.’s biggest cyclocross fans will be out in full force, with some back up from European visitors and guests from around the world. Expect awesome crowds, creative fans (I bet we’ll see some face/body paint despite the cold temperatures), and lots of noise.
4. The possibility of home court victories for the American cyclists! If you’re not familiar with the US’s world champion roster, check out USA Cycling’s report and 22-person roster here. I do not usually shine with national pride, but I inexplicably swell with patriotism during sporting events. I can’t help it. The world championships are here, at home, and may never return to US soil. Our American cyclists have to make the most of this moment and capture some podium spots. Win on their home court. Prove to the Europeans that America can produce cyclocross champions. Velo News has a good analysis the American chances of winning this weekend.
If you have a weekend with few plans and live in any state that borders Kentucky (or are otherwise reasonably close), you should cancel your plans and make your way to Louisville. If you aren’t able to make it this weekend, no worries. CX Magazine is live streaming the event right here. Also, check the Louisville 2013 Facebook page for updates.
I’m going to be taking lots of pictures, checking out the course, pits, and venue, and talking to as many cyclists and spectators as I can. Next week, I’ll be reporting back about the weekend and the races. Leave a comment if you want me to try to chat with a specific cyclist, or get a picture of a particular part of the course, or whatever. I’ll do my best.
Photo credit to Nathan Bolster of Bolster Photography.
Race Report: Atlanta AlleyCross
A guest blog from Laura Colbert of Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA.
Saturday was a beautiful day in Atlanta, one of those occasional Southern winter days when it feels like spring–the opposite of what cyclocross weather should be. Other parts of the country have muddy, sloppy, cold cyclocross races. In Georgia, the weather always seems to provide us with boring, but beautiful race days. This pattern held true for Saturday’s 4th Annual AlleyCross race. It was 70 degrees and sunny, the kind of weather that’s perfectly suited for looking cute while riding your city commuter, but not so much for cyclocross. Luckily the 2 days before the race had been pretty rainy, so the course was sufficiently sloppy, even if the weather was behaving itself.
AlleyCross is organized by No Hipster Left Behind and is a fun combination of cyclocross and alley cat races.
The event started with mandatory parade lap to familiarize everyone with the route. That turned out to be fortunate, because it took the better part of an hour to complete (8.5 mile route…so slow) and included a couple wrecks. Parade laps are not usually that eventful. However, the extra time also gave us spectators plenty of opportunity to find a good spot for photos and get a head start on beer drinking. When the racers returned from the parade lap, they left their bikes at the mouth of an alley and were sent down a gravel hill for a Le Mans start.
The race consisted of two laps along the 8.5 mile race course, and it started and ended at Loose Nuts Cycles. The route sent cyclists through city parks, gravel and cobblestone alleys, grass run-ups, the relatively new Atlanta Beltline, and regular city streets. There were several notable obstacles/stops along the way:
- The cobblestone alley—I’ve ridden and run up and down this hill. It’s steep and cobblestone-y, and there’s no visibility to check for cars at the bottom of the alley. One Saturday, it was also extra slippery from the previous days’ rain. It’s no joke.
- The whiskey stop—Down an alley in Grant Park, the racers had a choice: 1. Take a whiskey shot and be on your way; 2. Shoulder your bike and run through a 30-second pine straw section. I know which choice I would have taken… (whiskey!)
3. Barriers—traditional cyclocross barriers (made out of PVC instead of wood planks
4. The Beltline—a neutral zone for the race. Racers were not allowed to attack in this section. The Beltline is full of children on bicycles, dogs on and off leashes, roller bladers, skateboarders, and a woman who walks her dog while playing violin. Even if it wasn’t against the rules, the Beltline is so crowded on nice days that usually it takes most of a cyclist’s attention to just avoid hitting anyone.
The race brought out a great mix of people–serious cyclocross racers, cyclists who have never raced before, and everyone in between. The 49 race entrants (including 6 women) showed up in everything from full race kits to jeans and tshirts. The spectators were just as diverse–Grant Park and Inman Park residents, other cyclists, friends of cyclists, and future cyclists.
The race went smoothly for the most part, with relatively little drama (only one emergency room visit). There were comments from experienced riders and new racers alike about how challenging the course was. It was a well-designed course that really pushed everyone. Even cyclists who just rode the parade route commented on how much effort the route required. Race organizer, Dustin Morado said, “After organizing most of the city races in Atlanta for the last year and a half it was so rewarding to see so many people come out to really push themselves, go fast, and get competitive.”
At the end of the 2 laps, Gary Gomez (male winner), Elizabeth Lee (female winner) and Tim Barrett (single speed winner) beat out everyone else to earn the $40 payout for first place. (Second and third places earned $30 and $10 respectively in all categories.) Their success was celebrated by everyone by emptying a keg’s worth of Fat Tire beer cans (Thanks Chip!) and then floating another keg in addition. Needless to say, at the end of the day, lots of bicycle fun was had and everyone needed a beer recovery nap.
Luckily we don’t have to wait too long for another great event like this. Here are the next race events from the two race organizers.:
Kyle is running another, easier alleycross
in March alongside SoPo’s BHBP 9 weekend.
Photo credit to Wil Hughes. Thanks to Dustin of NHLB for providing me with some extra details about the race.
Night Ride Fail
A guest post by Laura Colbert of Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA.
Arleigh mentioned in her New Year’s Day post that she wanted to focus on keeping people riding when the weather is crappy. I don’t know what your definition of crappy is but mine involves cold temperatures and darkness. It’s hard to be excited about being on a bicycle when it’s dark and cold outside, but it seems like a winter necessity if you want to ride any time other than the occasional warm weekend.
In an effort to stick to that theme, I was going to write a fabulous post about my first night mountain bike ride in several years, my third night ride ever I think. I had even typed up an introduction and parts of the post already (I’m a planner…). I guess my planning had tempted Karma too much because about half way through the ride I rode over a large stick which stabbed into my derailleur hanger, breaking it completely. The result looked like this :
Luckily, a fellow night mountain biker had come super prepared with a toolkit that included a chain tool, master link, zip ties, and an entertaining story with which to regale us as Chris converted my bike to a single speed in the middle of the Atlanta woods. Thanks C.K. for being super-prepared. I was able to single-speed it home rather than walking several miles across the city with a bike in tow.
So, my original plan was to provide you all with some of my lessons learned or tips for night mountain bike riding. Instead, all I can say is be prepared with tools or be prepared to walk home. I’m going to try the night riding adventure again in the coming weeks, so if you have any questions about it that you’d like me consider as I bumble and stumble through the dark, let me know.
New Goals, New Bikes, New Rides
A guest post by Laura Colbert of Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA
I’m really excited to follow Arleigh’s New Years post from yesterday. I too have spent the past couple of weeks reflecting on the past year and what I would like to see in the coming year.
Sorry to disappoint but this post is not about farts. I’m a big fan of really bad puns, so the title actually refers to passing cars while on a bicycle. But, who doesn’t like a good fart reference?
A guest post on getting by without gas from Laura Colbert from Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA.
Battle Royale A GUEST POST BY LAURA COLBERT
An on going series from Laura Colbert from Loose Nuts in Atlanta, GA. Click to read more from Laura.
Mountain bikes vs. real world
In my previous post, I wrote rather sentimentally about my love of mountain biking as a way to check out from real life, if only for a short time. Unfortunately for us, mountain bike rides end. At some point, we all have to rejoin reality.
Part of my reality is working in a 9-to-5 office at a company that loves its business casual dress code. I love my job and, to be honest, I kind of love business casual clothes (pencil skirts! patent leather heels!), so that part of real life is pretty awesome. What I don’t like about returning to reality is that evidence of my out-of-work activities is usually conspicuously apparent (e.g. a 4-inch, blue bruise on the outside of my otherwise professional shins framed beautifully on top by the hem of a skirt and below by the aforementioned heels). When my co-workers and superiors notice the new marks on my body, my mountain bike and professional worlds collide. Despite being fiercely proud of what I do and how I spend my time, these moments always make me a little self-conscious, like an awkward pre-teen who’s the only non-adult at Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
Let me give you guys a real-life example:
I recently returned from a shred-cation (My friends and I created several names for our 4-day, Oregon mtn biking tour of awesomeness–”shred-cation”, “shred-venture”, and “shred camp”. I’m sure you can pick out the theme there.) and returned to work the next day wearing one of my favorite skirts. My outfit revealed some small bruises, a couple minor cuts on my arms, and one patch of peeling skin near my elbow. At some point in the day, I was catching up with a co-worker and at the same time applying some antibacterial ointment to the cuts and scrapes. I apologized for doing this while we were chatting, although I’m not sure he had even noticed. This leads him to ask why I had bruises and cuts. (He’s a new employee. The rest of the office is very familiar with my recreational activities.) When I explained my choice of vacation and the consequences of coming around a washed-out, sandy turn in the high Oregon desert too quickly, his response was something between apologies and disgust. It was an uncomfortable and awkward reaction…”I’m so sorry for you”, “Why do you do that?”, “Ugh”, and so on…. Mountain biking was obviously an activity that he had never tried or considered.
I quickly felt like I had to defend myself and my choices, not because I was doing anything wrong, but because of this other person’s complete lack of understanding or comprehension. I felt like I was trying to explain my choice of feminine hygiene products to a teenage boy, rather than my choice of leisure time activities to an adult co-worker. I don’t think my co-worker meant anything by his reaction. I think the idea was just new to him and he was trying to understand it. That didn’t make me feel any less embarrassed in the moment though.
These situations are not uncommon in my work life and I certainly don’t mind being “the cyclist” for my co-workers. It’s just that when my mountain bike world and my work world rub against each other, it creates a really uncomfortable friction. I don’t want to have to explain what I do in my free time. I dread these moments. Having to justify how I spend my time and the resulting consequences (bruises and cuts) takes away from my enjoyment of riding. It steals a little bit of that awesome post-ride glow. It also unfairly makes me feel a little less professional, like I’m not as suited to be in the office as my co-workers. While I know it’s not their intent to make me feel that way, the result is the same.
My co-workers don’t have to explain why they choose to tailgate at college football games every Saturday in the fall or go to the gym a couple times a week. Why do I need to explain and justify what I do for fun? Whatever the answer, this battle between my mountain biking and professional worlds makes the return to reality after a great weekend of riding just a little more disheartening.
My Ode to Mountain Biking, A Guest Post by Laura Colbert
An on going series from Laura Colbert from Loose Nuts in Atlanta, GA. Click to read more from Laura.
I love mountain biking. It’s an inexplicable love, given the tears, bruises, and soreness that it sometimes (…ok, usually) entails. I have tried explaining to many confused friends the reasons why mountain biking is fun while one of my legs displays a blue and green bruise surrounding a still-moist cut that is a direct result of this love. I imagine that someone viewing one of these conversations from across the room might guess based on the other person’s reactions that I’m explaining my love for a chain-smoking boyfriend who can’t hold down a job. It always leaves the other person fairly confused and with very little to say other than “Well it’s not really my thing, but it sounds like it makes you happy.”
After leaving many of these conversations feeling disappointed with my inability to translate my affection for mountain biking into words, I think I can finally articulate my reasons for loving such demanding sport. In my mind, it’s impossible to untangle the physical act of mountain biking from the short road trip to the North Georgia Mountains that precedes some of my favorite rides. I live in Atlanta, which is known for its sprawl and its traffic, two elements that combine to create this extended mass of a city that has its own gravitational pull, making it hard to escape. Don’t misunderstand me, I love Atlanta, but that doesn’t diminish the excitement of escaping from it and all of the pieces of my life that takes place inside of it. As the car and the bikes mounted above it pass under the circular highway that demarcates Atlanta’s perimeter, I can feel the city’s pull diminish and I breathe a little easier.
Once the car finds that day’s trailhead, I have completely escaped the city’s inertia. My ride begins and everything disappears. I pedal away from the city, from work, from normalcy. For a couple hours (or if I’m lucky an entire day or a whole weekend) I get to pretend that all of existence is the woods and creatures immediately surrounding the trail and that my sole purpose is to fill my daylight hours with climbs and descents. It doesn’t matter that I have 87 emails in my inbox because I need to find the best line through this network of tree roots in front of my wheel. It doesn’t matter that my family is stressing me out about Christmas plans even though it’s June because I have 50 more yards of rocky, baby-head uphill to climb before descending the amazingness that I know is just on the other side of this peak. It doesn’t even matter that I’m so overworked that I have nightmares about my job because the shade feels nice and I finally found the perfect rhythm over those water breaks. In the back of my head, I know that eventually the ride will end and I will have to return to all of life’s normal stressors, but it doesn’t matter in those wheeled moments. My first priority is my front wheel and my second is the back.
Even if life won’t allow me to escape the city and I have to settle for an hour long in a nearby in-town trail, I still leave my phone at home, pedal off quietly on my own, descend into some hidden patch of woods, block out the city’s traffic noise, and give myself a short recess, a momentary vacation from life. Mountain biking is an escape, if only temporary, from the constant tweets, status updates, and other busy-ness that we normally prioritize.
Given the other forms of escapism in today’s world (reality TV, alcohol, drugs, most of the internet) I think I’ll stick with mountain biking.