Coming off of the 2nd place win, out of 98 people, in the previous weeks MMI race I knew I would have to place well for this race. I joked that everyone would ridicule me but I knew I had to place well personally. MMI wasn’t a fluke, my work has paid off but I also had to win one of the Friday night races soon too. The weather was a little warmer than MMI but it was still cold. The wind was strong form the north and had been all week. The snow that had accumulated on the night of MMI was a memory. Danny was unable to race due to working at the bike shops special blow out sale that started the day before and Matt had called me a hour before to let me know he wasn’t working. It would be fun to race with Matt and I rode from my house to downtown to meet up with him. He asked me to bring along my bike pump to he could top off his tires. He thought I was brining my car but I chose to ride and loosen up my muscles.
I met Matt in front of the office for my day job, so I would be able to store the pump at my desk. It was Matt’s first time racing on his new bike which was purchased for racing on the track. It was also my first time racing with pedals and toe straps ever. I had sold my clipless pedals earlier in the week in anticipation of riding different pedals. I was unable to get the new pedals and had to rely on a pair of platforms with straps I had laying around. I had been trying to get used to them to little luck. I was just having too muck trouble flipping into the straps. That was going to be a hindrance as well as riding on a different saddle than I am used to, as I swapped saddles with my real racing bike as well.
One of the prizes I had won at MMI was a brand new Brooks saddle. I promptly put it on my bike, didn’t like it and sold it. I had been planning to swap saddles with my real racing bike for a while and went ahead and did that while I was monkeying around with them. It is a good saddle, just a little different from the Fi’z:k I normally ride. I put all this behind me and planned to ride the best I could.
We met up and took off to the bar, chatting the entire way. It was cold but I was fine wearing just my cycling hat and race gloves. We were both in high spirits. We pulled up to the bar and were greeted by Nicole, Gallagher, some guy I have never officially introduced myself to and one of the guys responsible for a brand new messenger company, whose name I continue to forget. Quickly talk turned towards MMI as Nicole congratulated me on my placement. She said that she was proud of me when I came in saying, that’s Steve; he’s at all of the Friday races. It was cool and the conversations were good. We ordered beer and began discussing track racing, this years Riverwest 24 race and possibly doing a bike ride in
In talking with the guys whose name I keep forgetting I found that he and his new business partner wanted me to work for them in their new messenger company. But didn’t ask me when they asked around and found out I worked a decent desk job. I was really flattered about the offer and if I could afford it I told him I would have taken him up. We then went on to discuss the differences in being a big biker as opposed to a skinny one as the both of us share a similar shape. Gallagher decided to hand out the manifests and we started plotting the course. We revised it a few times and in the end Eric came by after I joked that I was going to suck his wheel for a while. He asked where we would go first and Matt revised our course and said South Water as our first stop instead of the one I had chosen. When I scanned the manifest again I realized that he was right. Eric looked at us and said ‘how about I go my way and you go your way and we meet back here’. We agreed and that was that.
Around quarter to 8 the race was called and we shuffled outside. Gallagher said the race started when the light at
Our first stop was on the south end of
The street was darker compared to the well lit main thoroughfare we pulled off of. I feared hidden pot holes on this unfamiliar rode and gingerly went on, trying to catch up with Matt and the other racer. Fortunately the path was pretty straight forward and empty. Matt hit an intersection as a car crossed it and had to swing wide to avoid it, by the time I got there I didn’t have to change my course. We rode on into the dim industrial lane, crossing a large section of potentially dangerous train tracks. We all slowed down but didn’t run into any problems and once again took off to get to the stop.
As we neared Matt asked what the address was, I pulled out my folded manifest and called out the number. We passed by a building that marked off the start of the block we were looking for and we slowed down. Matt found the address of a building further down and we realized we had the wrong one. We were looking for 50 when the manifest asked for 20. We turned around and the other racer was no where to be seen. As we rounded the corner and into the buildings parking lot we could see him near the entrance to the business, we both pulled into the gravel driveway. As we stopped he took off and we quickly wrote down the answer to this stop and double checked the next one on the list. I had to remember that we were a number behind on the order since we skipped the original 1st stop per Matt’s genius. I found the next stop, fearing that we would have to travel all the way back to the Third Ward, then come around down
We quickly pulled onto National and found our next stop a block later. We noted the answer and took off to the next stop on east
I arrived at the dark and empty building just as the other racer we followed on water was taking off. I dumped my bike on the side of the road and ran to the front door of the building, pulling out my manifest. I scoured the entrance looking for the next clue, which was a web address. It was dark and seemed hopeless when at last I noticed a small sticker on the door that said Flickr. I yelled the answer to Matt who asked if it said dot com as well, I told him no and took off to the next stop. I wasn’t shocked with the website as Flickr is well known as a repository of photos by fixed gear enthusiast. We shot back west on
We crossed
Climbing franticly away from The Outlaws headquarters we turned left onto Mitchell. At 6th we took a right and shot up the block to Lapham. Instead of dealing with the red light I cut through a gas station on the corner and rode down the eastbound lane for a block, checking the westbound lane for a brake in traffic so I could cut across. I watched the signs on the cross streets, keeping my eye out for 12th. At the next controlled intersection I paused then cut through the red, Matt yelled something after me and I swung around thinking he was telling me that this was our stop. I noticed the street sign, told him we were looking for 12th and kept going west. The next block down I pulled over to the south east corner of the intersection and began to search for the answer. Matt pulled up from behind and said that there was a cop at the intersection I rolled through.
We had to find an answer to the question of who wants you to smile. The buildings on the other corners were residential but the commercial building I was next to was not a dentist. As I searched I saw the garage across from me said that Jesus wants you to smile on it and as I wrote it down, using a stop sign pole as a table Matt joked about the answer. We took off west to 13th and Matt said that he saw a cop again. I looked around but it wasn’t actually a cop and we kept going.
Our next target was
We turned onto 16th and started swimming against the current, hugging the curb and parked cars as northbound traffic sped towards us. We had to dodge debris and rough road at the same time as dodging oncoming traffic. The trip back south was hectic and filled with urgency and my apologizing to Matt, along the way I also noticed a number of police cars. At
Halfway down the 1600 block I finally noticed we were near the stop. Once I found an address I turned around and yelled to Matt that we passed it and we began scouring the address signs as we back tracked. Just as we found it a squad car with flashing lights pulled over a southbound car right across from us. I didn’t heed any attention to it, because it had nothing to do with us and hoped off of my bike in front of the large building to try and find the answer we needed. We had to find a mural that had a horse and a dog on it and jot down their names. As we franticly searched the outside of the building I became worried that the mural was inside and we would have to peer through the front doors to try and find it. Matt started talking with an older woman who was standing by her car near by and she directed him across the street to a monument, right in between the cop and his query. Matt pointed it out to me and we both ran across the street, Matt, wisely went behind the cop car, I on the other hand ran between them, hearing the officer ask his query if he had any form of legitimate ID on him. He must have pulled over a suspected illegal immigrant and was trying to find a valid license. I thought as I ran in front of the squad that I shouldn’t be doing it but that was over ruled by the idea that the cop was more occupied with his query and aside from jay walking I hadn’t done anything illegal.
I came up to the monument and quickly found the mural on it, but both animals looked like dogs, with one being quite a bit smaller than the other one. I looked again and noticed the larger one was horse like so I jotted down the names in the appropriate locations on the manifest and took off back across the street, this time behind the cop car. As we got on our bikes Matt thanked the woman for the help and a man who had come out to with her was joking with us and they asked what we were doing, we told them it was a bike scavenger hunt and then took off, thanking them for the help. Matt questioned my intelligence about running in front of the squad car and I agreed with it but told him I wasn’t concerned.
We now headed back north, even though I kept telling Matt we were heading south, which confused him at first since he knew we were heading north and thought I truly meant south. I noticed my error and corrected it. We had to stop at
At National we hit a red but cross traffic was non existent and we swung a wide right. I was mostly positive that Bruce was the street that ran just along the train tracks that skirt the south end of the valley. Our goal was the first cross street we came upon with National. I tucked into the drops and pushed forward, trying to stay ahead of traffic. At about 13th street I pulled into the oncoming lanes to keep from being stalled with traffic heading towards us, Matt followed suit. The first intersection we hit was
From memory I thought we were looking for something on the 1200 block and I slowed when we hit that stretch. I pulled the manifest out and found that out stop was the 1600 block and I took off again. Matt was ahead of me and I anxiously scanned for street signs to confirm the road, I yelled out to Matt to check for them as well. Matt said we were on the right road just as he found the building we were looking for. I pulled past him and circled around as he stopped to verify the address.
The stop looked like it was an old tenant house that had been converted into a business. There were 3 people standing in front of it on a smoke break. As we stopped to get our answer I asked them if they had seen any other bikers, one of the women replied she had seen one or two recently. The man jovially asked us what was going on and we told him a scavenger hunt. We got our answer, jotted the info down, wished them a good night and took off as they wished up luck. There were now two stops remaining and I used the slight westerly wind and sprinted back east. I pushed myself hard and when I glanced at my computer I was hitting 30mph. I held it for as long as I could and a block before the next stop I had to drop off.
I slowed down as I came up to where Bruce breaks off into
I told Matt we would take
Half a block north the construction ended but was barricaded against vehicles, there was just enough room for a cyclist to get through against the curb and as I pulled through I grimaced against the pile of rubble. We shot down the next street and I swore when I found that it wasn’t
The following black was
We rode forward and slowed down as blacktop ended and gravel began. Matt mentioned something about cyclocross and we cautiously approached the building. Matt noticed the numbers on the dock doors and mentioned we should check the other side. I rode up an incline to an outside dock area on the south end of the building to get a look behind it. As I neared the west side I saw grass and no road and assumed there would be no docks. I turned around and headed down the ramp to the gravel again, dodging some weed growth. Matt asked if we should count them to make sure and I said don’t bother. We jotted down 18 and headed back out to pavement and the final stretch.
As we pulled onto the 200 block Eric showed up and was searching the same buildings we had originally searched. I knew this was his last stop too. I shouted out to him as we passed by and took a hard left onto 2nd behind Matt. With the bar being out next stop and Eric right behind us I pushed hard again and pounded past Matt. There was a red at
I passed Matt who was double checking his manifest at a table and I tapped him on the shoulder and aid third. As I passed by him I thought he might misunderstand my meaning and I said for you after as I went through the door. I stripped off my bag, hat, gloves and hoodie just as Eric was arriving. He ran inside to check in. I was sweating pretty well from the exertion even though it was in the upper 30’s to low 40’s. The cool weather felt good and I left my stuff piled up on the floor and locked up my bike after Matt came out to do the same. Eric came out and said he got 4th place, at which point Matt thought he got 4th. I clarified for him that he got third and Joe showed up. With in a few more minutes everyone else showed up and we all started talking about the race. Two guys had gotten yelled at by a bouncer at The Outlaw stop. Joe joked it was a good thing no one bothered him as he tends to mouth off on his bike which prompted Matt to joke about Joe becoming the first gunshot casualty of the races. Eric said he knew he wasn’t going to beat us after we ran into him at the last stop and we found out the other racer we followed at the beginning actually came in sixth. The entire time I was chasing after his ghost and he was the last person in as the seventh racer lost his manifest and was unable to finish. The person who took 1st went the opposite way we did.
After cooling down we all pilled back into the bar for beer and awards, at which we all received prizes. More beer was downed and Eric told me I had better win first in May’s race, Matt second that saying he was sick of getting in third all the time and wanted to take second for once. Great, now I had 2 more people wanting me to win one of these. Time to train even harder.
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