The forecast looks promising for our 2019 inaugural Draft, at least for today. Snow tomorrow, so let’s make the most of this window of opportunity to Draft. We will start with a short 25 mile loop due north taking the Hyer Rd cut off at P. Watch for gravel at Pheasant Branch and Meffert Rd.
Wheels up 5:30 sharp from the parking lot on Parmenter. As you may recall from seasons past, the Draft waits for no one at the start, and everyone during the ride. If you are running late, consider parking at the Pheasant Branch Conservancy and joining the pack on the fly.
Bring a blinky light, helmet (duh), and tools to repair a flat. Bomber has had two already, a healthy start to reclaiming his championship title from Skipper. Vilks is making a strong attempt at the title as well. Skipper, on the other hand, seems more interested in creating a new championship bracket for most stitches. I will order more trophies.
So much rubber wasted on so little of a ride.Send it….Stitch it!
Drinking and other debauchery will commence after the Draft at the Free House. Amy will once again take care of us. Please tip her well.
Due to high winds and low interest, we will delay the start of the drafting season. Don’t be afraid to get dirty in the meantime. It’s a perfect day for that.
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Winter was good to the Drafters. Here’s a brief recap of a few memorable moments.
Indoor training at CXC kept us warm on cold winter nights, and also highly entertained. Fish-N-Boots had several wardrobe malfunctions, including forgetting cycling shoes which necessitated cycling in winter boots, and mistaking his wife’s cycling shorts for his own.
Monday night Drafter crew at CXCFish-N-Boots showing his “Tough Girl” side
Not all of us stayed inside. A fair number of Drafters ventured out on two skis instead of two wheels. I’d like to say that I was one of the Birkie finishers, but alas, the photo is not of the Birkie finish. Cookie Monster and E$ weren’t fatigued enough after the Birkie, so traveled to Switzerland to do another ski marathon.
Birkie Training- finish photo not available, but E$, CM, Barefooter and Bomber crushed it.Conquering hills from Hayward to Switzerland.
Skipper wasn’t afraid to bike in a little weather. I wouldn’t be either if I could grow a beard like his (with my recent half century accomplishment, that shouldn’t be far off)! Look for more opportunities to bike with Skipper this summer as we kick off the Dirty Drafter rides at CamRock.
A few beardless Drafters sought out warm weather riding excursions this winter.
Drone Master does a fly by on Coronado BeachWhamo and Sandlot bike with the pros in MajorcaWay to go, Mom!
And some winter victories didn’t involve a bike at all. Congrats to Coach Arms and the Badger Women’s Hockey National Champions!
We will aim to kick off the Drafter season this Monday, April 1 (no fooling), pending cooperative weather. Wheels up at 5:30 from the parking lot on Parmenter, with beers to follow at the Free House. We will start with shorties, building miles as the weather grows warmer and daylight longer.
DANGER: there are more pot holes than asphalt on the segment of Pheasant Branch between the Conservancy parking lots at the top and bottom of the hill. There is GRAVEL down on the intersection of Pheasant Branch and Meffert. The city has up barricades to alert you to the fact.
A reminder to ride smart, at your own risk, and with another Drafter. Please consider using a blinky light. Have fun, get fit, don’t be a jerk and respect the rules of the road.
Last announcement: 2019 Drafter gear from Hincapie clothing order is due APRIL 2nd. Email me if you want the link.
What a sweet last dance. The weather cooperated beautifully and the daylight held out just long enough to see a record 22 Drafters round the corner from Riley Tavern to the Free House. Several rounded the wrong way, but it wouldn’t be a suitable official end of the season without Drafters gone astray. Tick Tock halted the lead peloton and made the executive decision to turn left on Old Sauk, sighting Rule V. “BrickO would have us climb every last hill, including Twin Valley and Blackhawk. Harden the F up, Cannibal and Booker J, and turn left.” Many of the ensuing Drafters failed to yield Rule V and turned right, eluding the elevation gain- which is always the wrong way.
Tick Tock, Captain Joe, OB, Tobacco City Boy (who is prematurely running a Draft line for Cookie Monster, Footer and B2 Bomber), Sandlot, Whamo, Slinger, Caboose, Speedy, D2 Duracell, Billy Bob V, Dan-yelly, Loose Screw, Z Rex, E$, Booker J, Cannibal. Hiding is our guest of honor, K2, by way of Oregon en route to Ontario.
Drafter quads were a bit sluggish from the RIDE the day before. Cannibal was sporting his RIDE number, definitely a Velominati violation of rule 57. Skeeter Bait, Footer, Whamo and Sandlot rode the full 100. Skeeter pulled Footer for the first 50, before saying, “so long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. I’d like to stay but I need to taste my first cold beer before you.” Whamo and Sandlot managed to avoid the medical tent, a definite improvement over Tyranena. Cookie Monster, E$, K2 and Billy Bob missed the 60 mile mass start, kindly waiting for fellow Drafter Dan-yelly. Who would have guessed she’d be running late? I’m sensing a name change in 2019. Equally predictable, BrickO got off track and ended up riding on Highway on 151 before engaging in some cross bike over the shoulder maneuver and billy goating down the steep embankment to find traffic traveling less than 70mph. Sheesh.
Dan-yelly, E$, CM, K2 and Billy Bob pre-60
Skeeter and Footer
Whamo and Sandlot
Does this number make my quads look big?
Is Hwy 151 part of the RIDE route?
I am directionally impaired, but I had other more pressing impairments to contend with during the RIDE on Sunday. For one, I was exhausted from the Bride Ride on Friday. Haven’t heard of it? Likely because only a few women have lived to tell the tale. 4 to be precise. The Bride Ride itself was only 20 miles, but the first half into a 30 knot headwind. As the story goes, the wind changed direction, such that a 30 knot headwind was enjoyed the entire loop. Pipes hadn’t been on two wheels since the birth of her daughter 3 years ago. Once an Olympian, always up for the games. The physical demands of the Bride Ride required immediate resuscitation at the Missouri Tavern, which was CLOSED ON A FRIDAY BEFORE NOON IN WISCONSIN. What the???? Fortunately for the bridal party, the Craftsman was open and dark beers readily available. Seeking nourishment after 20 miles of pedaling, the bridal party feasted. Dr. Wampus, concerned for our health, insisted on medicinal doses of whiskey and several other Drafters arrived on the scene to render nutritional support.
Olympic rowers clearly don’t know much about helmet fitting
Bride Ride: Footer, BrickO, Pipes and CM
Dr. Wampus Rx
Craftsman hydration station
Surprise! Arms, Keez, Wampus, BrickO, Speedy, Footer, CM and Pipes
A quick shout out to Dr. Lucius Corr for his gallant attempt to make the wedding. When plans fell through, he rode in honor of the Draft.
Lucius thumbing a ride from NY to WI
The Bride Ride is a two day stage race. The elements were not a factor in stage 2, which was held indoors at the Overture Center velodrome. This stage is well known for its cookie toss, an extremely dangerous display of athleticism and precise aim.
Billy Bob and Dan-yelly win the cookie toss
Do they make white bike shorts for these occasions?
Catch, E$! Drone Master and his significant other look on.
An acknowledgment to Ruthie Hauge Photography- I’m quite sure she had never been asked to take a Drafter bridal party photo quite like this.
Headband or garter?
Drafters clean up nice
So, in short, I had good reason to be a little fuzzy on the directions during the RIDE on Sunday AM. Where are we in this story? Back to the Monday night Draft. With 22 Drafters all staying for dinner, and a few more making appearances, we had a total take over of the front patio.
Caboose at the head of the table
Patio take over
Co-pilot Ann with Baby Riley
Evil Twin 11%… good to the last drop.
The 11% Evil Twin was no match for Footer. Speedy and D2 Duracell took a sip and there were immediate repercussions. Speedy did the quick math and calculated that she had drunk 8/9 of a sip and therefore consumed 0.97% alcohol. When waitress Amy asked Duracell how he wanted his burger done, he said “with coleslaw, please”.
I think the Evil Twin should not be underestimated. Look what evil fun Footer and Skeeter Bait had at CamRock this weekend?
Evil Twins
11% pain
BrickO and Z felt like the weather was evil on Saturday as they rode the Shawano Bike the Barn Quilts. I’d say the name lacks luster, and while it is true that the terrain is less evil than CamRock, the 30 degree start made us earn the green jersey.
Hello, George? Can you send us a subzero Drafter kit?
The Drafter family brings me such joy- and I am honored to ride each with with all of you. Thank you for being kind to one another, pushing each other to be stronger and faster, and for putting all the “stuff” aside and enjoying a beer with one another at the end of the night. I have your back, and know you have mine. I’m not big on math and even less of a fan of statistics. I don’t need numbers to know that this group is significant.
2016
2017
2018
Total riders
45
41
51
Average riders
12.8
11.8
15.5
Max riders
19
20
22
Newbies
22
11
19
Number of rides
21
21
19
Start- end dates
March 14- Sept 27
March 20- Sept 25
April 23- Sept 24
Most appearances
19 Dan-yelly
16 Cookie Monster
16 Tick Tock
Two other awards to be given out: 1) Flat tire club inductees: Booker J, Skeeter Bait and Tick Tock and 2) best Drafter photo: for the category of most miles traveled, Billy Bob; for the category of most committed, Cookie Monster and E$; and for capturing the most Drafters under one rainbow, Skeeter Bait.
Billy Bob full of V
E$ and CM say I do
Skeeter under a rainbow
I wish you all a wonderful hibernation and look forward to Drafting again next spring.
She grew up in a Midwestern town Had a good lookin’ Colnago she road all around But she road hard and she climbed alright With them Drafter boys on a Drafter Monday night
Well she started the Draft in two thousand thirteen She didn’t blow the boys away, but it was more than they’d seen The Draft was introduced and we all started groovin’ She said, “I dig you Drafters, we got to keep movin’…on, keep movin’ on”
Last dance through the county of Dane One more time to feel the pain I feel summer creepin’ past and I’m sad this Draft is my laaaast.
Well I don’t know what I’ve been told You never slow down, you never grow old I’m tired of changing flats, I’m tired of goin’ down, but never grow tired of biking this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes Honey put on that Drafter dress Buy me a drink, sing me a song, Take me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long
Last dance through the county of Dane One more time to feel the pain I feel summer creepin’ past and I’m gonna make this night laaaast
There’s mosquitos down at Free House square Sully’s standin’ in her Drafter wear Lookin’ down from a beer menu Spotted Cow will be comin’ soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes You’ve got to put on that Drafter dress
Last dance the county of Dane One more time to feel the pain I feel summer creepin’ past and I’m gonna make this night laaaast
We had an excellent turn out Monday. 17 Drafters “Wauan”ted to Ride Easy Street.
Backside: Cannibal and Booker J Tick Tock, Z, Bomber, Captain, Footer, Speedy, Duracell, Hit-the-Wall, Cookie Monster, Sandlot, Whamo, Billy Bob Way Back: Skeeter Bait and IronMD
Z Rex riding into the sunset
Skeeter Bait and Z Rex
Green Sea
That isn’t to say we all wanted to ride Easy. We had an abundance of lead-legged Drafters. Bomber was still licking his Ironman wounds, leaving Cannibal and Captain Joe to sprint for the town sign. Booker J may have to change his name to Booker BS, as he taunted Cannibal to take the sign from nearly a mile back. “How far is the town sign?” “Oh, just over the hill (unsaid: and up the next one, and then another half mile past that).
Booker J baits Cannibal to sprint to the town sign. Tick Tock isn’t biting. Captain Joe lays in wait.
Captain Joe sat back in Cannibal’s exhaust, until the thigh endowed man had no fuel to burn, and then claimed the sign. Tick Tock declined the invitation to sprint as he had just finished the most challenging race of his life- the Chequamegon, with mud so thick racers were literally stopped dead in their tracks, being catapulted over their handlebars.
Tick Tock: the man isn’t just a playground. He has feelings, too.
Billy Bob was also feeling a bit sluggish after his “Ironland” event. Stunning photos from across the pond. You know where he draws his strength? From the Velominati Rule V. And I thought V was on his license plate because he was Billy Bob McC the V.
Several fierce Drafters found their legs despite being plied with 11% porters compliments of the Tyranena Oktoberfest post-ride party. Footer and her Dad, Electro, Skeeter Bait, BrickO, Z Rex, Whamo and Sandlot enjoyed what could have been the most epic cycling day ever; no rain, wind or humidity and ample beer, food and music post-ride. The weather was so perfect that Electro, who currently resides in Texas, decided to get off his bike and walk for awhile, just to enjoy the cool weather, and then grabbed a beer at the rest stop at mile 30, conveniently the Hubbleton microbrewery.
Tyranena Draft: BrickO, Footer, Skeeter Bait, Electro, Z Rex, Whamo, Sandlot, Nurse on Call
Rest stop Hubbleton Brewery
Footer and Electro
Whamo apparently forgot that one still needs to hydrate, and ended up with road side assistance. Good thing Sandlot is a nurse- “For better and for worse”, right?
Sandlot drafting at work
Whamo seeking aid from a volunteer, a UW nurse and his wife Sandlot, also a RN. Go big of go home on the medical coverage.
Better than the medical tent was the service at the food and beer tent. I strongly recommend you consider Tyranena on your list of events next year.
Footer and Z Rex
Skeeter, BrickO and Electro
Whamo and 2 RNs
That’s a fairly complete list of excuses for why many of us had tired legs on Monday and didn’t challenge Cannibal and Captain Joe for the town sign sprint. None of us could challenge this new record set- 184mph by a woman on a bicycle.
I expect those of us doing the RIDE this Sunday to challenge that. The Drafter force will be felt- I’ve got Bomber, Footer, Coach Arms, Sully, Wampus, Captain Joe, Caboose, Cookie Monster and Vilks on the roster along with special appearance by K2! Congrats on your recent summit race. She’s got more miles on those legs running up mountains than most of us do biking!
K2 Drafting up Dead Mountain
All 17 Drafters, with our without legs of lead, completed the Wanua Ride Easy Street before the sun set. Waitress Amy was ready at the Free House with beers and an extra side of olives and buffalo sauce for BrickO. Sandlot brought her son, Evan AND wrote a poem. Much appreciated.
Buffalo no buffalo, please.Sandlot’s Ode to the Draft
Last dance of the season will be the Riley Tavern Route, a poetic end as it was also our first ride of the season. Short but sweet this is a 21mile oldie but goodie.
Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like
But, the earth is tilting away from the sun on its imaginary axis, gradually restricting our Monday night ride distance until there will be none. All 10 Drafters were in before dark on the Cocktail ride, but only by cutting the ride down to 25miles and taking the bike path home. I am hoping we can safely squeeze in 2 more short rides before calling it a helluva season.
The Green Machine heads out on the Cocktail Ride: Right line: CM, Barefooter, Loose Screw, Tick Tock; Left line: Speedy, Whamo, Sandlot, Captain Joe, Z Rex.We celebrated Amy’s birthday (our steadfast waitress) and gifted her a Drafter golf polo. Just what she wanted, I’m sure.
The Cocktail crew was missing a few usual suspects, possibly due to fatigue. Congrats to Dan-yelly, Tobacco City Boy and Booker J on their Door County Century. Ironman WI indoctrinated two Drafters, Wandering Slow Cow and B2 Bomber.
Dan-yelly and Tobacco City Boy go green at the Door County CenturyB2 Bomber- he does more than just bike! He went the extra mile coordinating his Tri-suit with his Drafter hat.
Well done, boys. Billy Bob decided to get out of town for his endurance event, traveling to South West of Ireland to ride in the Cork Rebel Tour. One one of these endurance competitions had the chutzpah to show up to the Draft Monday… and not to ride, but to drink and eat copious amounts of red meat. Wandering Slow Cow credited Cookie Monster Wille with his strong finish. Allegedly, Wandering Slow Cow was exhibiting the characteristics of his name sake when he stumbled upon CM. Her strong encouragement and possible reprimand for demonstrating behavior unbecoming of a Drafter (not enough Rule V of the Velominati) was enough incentive to pick up his walk to a passing running pace (at least until out of sight).
V!!! Encouragement Cookie Monster gave to Slow Cow.All that cross training paddling in the Boundary Waters pays off for Wandering Slow Cow. And, V!!!!!
The route for next week will take us to Waunakee. It’s a 26 mile route, which is going to be a push against the darkness. PLEASE be ready to ride at 5:30 sharp, and if you can leave earlier with a buddy, please do.PLEASE PLEASE BRING FRONT AND READ BLINKIE LIGHTS.
Earth Wind and Fire. I am starting to wonder why the band didn’t include water in their handle?
Seems to be the predominate natural element as of late. No matter, we will not be riding on Labor Day, but hopefully dryly Drafting in September.
Hey hey hey Ba de ya, say do you remember Ba de ya, drafting in September
My wheel is with you Holding pace with your bike to see you Only trash talk and love Remember how we knew drafting was here to stay
Wandering Slow Cow, Booker J, Hit the Wall, Our wonderful waitress Amy, BrickO, Z Rex, Sully, Footer, Caboose, Tick Tock, Too Hip, Sandlot & Whamo seated at the Head Table on the Main Patio. Captain Joe looks on as he and Co-pilot Ann have seats at the kid’s table.
We are losing daylight fast. The AC/DC Back in Black ride last week pushed the limits of visibility for all 17 Drafters, but particularly BrickO, who came in behind Caboose and his newbie friend, S-Cat. You might imagine that S is short for Scaredy since he came late and left early, avoiding detection from anyone other than Caboose. Or maybe S is for Smart as he successfully avoided our slipstream bantering. Hard to say, but I hope he returns to Draft another day. No doubt you are wondering why I was the Lantern Rouge on Monday night? Well, maybe that isn’t a mystery that needs solving. But, I will say that my new gravel bike, “Jessie“, a wedding gift from Z Rex wan’t to blame. (Who wants diamonds when you can have gravel? And with enough compression and shifting of my tectonic plates, it’s bound to form a diamond eventually) Jessie took inventory of the other gravel bike, ride by B2 Bomber, and went directly to the back of the line.
Gravel is a girl’s best friend. Or at least BrickO’s.
Exiting to the back of the paceline may have been a bit premature (which implies it was premeditated and therefore under my control- none of which are true), as Bomber was a bit beat up from his Race the Lake excursion the previous day. The lead peloton took a horrific crash with only a few miles left to go. Bomber left it on the course, literally, and still managed to finish in the top 20%. Praise be to the Integument System. Jessie missed her chance to go gravel to gravel with Bomber, but had a lovely time catching with with Coach Arms, who made her first post-baby Drafter debut. In the words of Captain Joe, “I can’t even tell she had a baby.” For those of us who were in maternity clothes continually between children, we are insanely jealous, but in the spirit of the Drafters, really excited that you look so damn good a few weeks after labor.
Bomber wasn’t the only one in need of a bandaid after a long ride. As previously reported, Vilks was in the lead group at the Dairyland Dare 300k before succumbing to what he thought was a monster bonk and intense stomach pain. A rare but not unique incident (see results from Triple Bypass circa 2005ish), Vilks did not cross the finish line. This is a legit “I only rode 240k” cycling saga. Turns out, Vilks had more than a little gas. Nothing like an appendectomy to remind us to listen to our bodies, especially when they make us vomit. His biggest obstacle in recovering is mental, after learning whose company he was keeping in the lead group. Vilks had been riding along side Dave Haase, a Fond du Lac native and 5 time Race Across America finisher. If only his appendix had cooperated, Vilks may have gotten some press instead of an ED admission….. FDL Reporter link
In other endurance event news, Wandering Slow Cow has taken up cross-training to sharpen his skills for the upcoming Ironman. My dear friend, Safari Kris, who was present at the Triple Bypass to witness Vilker’s non-appendicitis DNF, endured the long but worthwhile trip to Africa for a hiking adventure. Arms and Legs still hold the gold medal for capturing a Drafter photo with an elephant, but I would say any Drafter photo from Africa qualifies for competition. I wish I had a photo of MegaWatt at the finish line of his Cascade Crest 100 mile trail run in Washington. I only know he finished because I have to be back at work next week, which means he’s alive and still my boss. Congrats to all on your magnificent feats.
Wandering Slow Cow navigates the Boundary Waters as he cross- trains for IronmanStaying hydrated hiking the Empakaai Crater in East Africa
Make new friends and keep the old. One is silver and the other gold. There is nothing silver about my new friend and Drafter, Formula One. She’s raw energy and can hold her own on any descent, which I witnessed numerous times at the Haute Route in Norway. By way of South Africa to England and now residing in the Big Ass state of Texas, welcome Formula One to the Draft!
Formula One
At the Haute
From here on out, the rides will be substantially shorter until we reach the critical mileage of 20, whereby we will deem the miles to beer ratio too small to justify. Please bring FRONT AND REAR BLINKIE LIGHTS if you have them. If said illumination modules are not part of your Drafter gear, consider investing, borrowing, or riding strategically between Drafters who are in compliance with the laws of the light. This should go without saying, but please be READY TO RIDE at 5:30. We need every minute of daylight. I know there are unforeseen circumstances and unusual predicaments, like Tick Tock finding himself locked in the bathroom (while he is an excellent bike mechanic, I strongly discourage you from calling upon Tick Tock for household remodeling projects), which is why we have set up a hotline. Nurse Sully will be on call for such emergencies. Several weeks into retirement, she has taken a part-time job at Pleasant View golf course. If you call, expect to hear this in a sunshiny voice, “Hello. Thanks for calling Pleasant View where every hole is a birdie. This is Sully. How can I help?”
The September 10 route is named after a cocktail which I’ve never imbibed. Next year I will come up with a Sazerak route, for which I am fluent imbiber. The Tom Collins route is a 30 miler, which can easily be cut to 25 by taking the bike path home. It occurs to me that the Missouri Tavern is a historic landmark along the bike path that should be visited, for educational purposes, of course. I propose we arrange for such an interlude, but only if we have blinkie lights and Nurse Sully on call.
HINCAPIE JERSEYS ARE EN ROUTE, arriving today through Wednesday. If you will not be home to sign for your gear, sign onto the FedEx website and give permission for delivery sans signature.
Do you remember how nice and sunny it was for the Draft one week ago?
Row 1: Billy Bob, Sandlot, BrickO Row 2: Two Fist, Cookie Monster, Slinger, Speedy Row 3: E$, OB, Tick Tock, Whamo Still in the car: Caboose, Cannibal, Dan-yelly and Tobacco City Boy Photo by Z Rex
Well, we aren’t so lucky tonight, which is a bummer for a variety of reasons: 1) we can’t raise a beer glass to toast Tobacco City Boy’s birthday. Actually , we can raise and drink said glass, just not together at the Free House post-ride, 2) Pipes put on an extraordinary Drafter yoga class this AM and my posterior chain is in prime flexible form to tackle Black Hill, 3) all of the rain gear I ordered while in Norway has arrived. I’m wondering why I ordered it at all, given that I am quick to cancel the first opportunity I have to try it out? Oh yeah, rain gear looks good in my closet. Maybe I will put on my neon green VeloToze and walk through some puddles, just to test them out (see matching neon green POC gloves and socks in photo above- also part of the retail therapy post Haute Route).
I hope to see you all next Monday for the Back in Black ride. There will be NO RIDE the following Mon, Sept 3 as it is Labor Day WEEKEND.
REMINDER: Hincapie orders due Aug 22. Orders placed in July will be sent Mon Aug 27. You must sign for FedEx or go online once you get the notice and give permission for it to be left without a signature.
Looking for a bike event? Consider riding Tyranena Oktoberfest on Sept 15. Great music and food, not too many hills. Register here: Oktoberfest
I love people with passion. Janis Joplin had passion. Eddy Merckx has passion. The Drafters have passion. And if Janis Jopin had written a song about the Drafters instead of Bobby McGee, it might have gone something like this (inspired by the ever growing Flat Tire club and our newest Drafter, the Cannibal, who was unknowingly yet appropriately granted the same nick name as Eddy Merckx).
Busted a flat on Schneider Road, waitin’ for the rain And I’s feelin’ near as faded as a Souse Tick Tock thumbed the Cannibal down, just before he gained He rode us all the way to The Free House
I pulled my CO2 out of my dirty jersey pocket I was pantin’ soft while Tick Tock sang the blues, yeah Tube and tire slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Tick Tock’s CO2 in mine We swore every word that biker knew
Draftin’ is just another word for nothin’ left to lose Draftin’’, don’t mean nothin’ dude’ if it ain’t free, no no And, feelin’ good was easy, oh oh, when Cannibal led the way You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me Good enough for the Drafters, BrickO and Z.
From the Wisconsin farm line to the Katzenbuechel sun The Drafters shared the secrets of their soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Drafters baby kept me on the road
La da da da da da da La da da da da da da La da da da da da da
Our most recent additions to the Draft have upped the game a bit. I think KickAssK may have stirred the testosterone pot a bit, being the only XX to challenge Tick Tock, Skeeter Bait and Bomber. But her departure back to the Dolomites has left the boys hungry, and our newest newbie, The Cannibal is eager to serve them up. In true Drafter spirit, Monday nights is about laying down the hammer until it isn’t. I’m continually awestruck by the camaraderie and conviviality of this group. Flat tires are a group effort (and if the pit crew consists of 5 orthopedic surgeons, it becomes an all night affair), sharing beers and pulls, pushing one another to generate more Watts than we think possible, and picking up one another when those Watts really aren’t possible, and never putting down anyone who has the spirit to Draft. We have found a way to not only co-exist on the road, but to form a Drafter family that gives me more pride and joy than I can begin to express. So, thank you. As our family grows, there will be Yellow Jerseys and Lantern Rouges. No matter the color at the start. In the end, we all have earned the Drafter Green Jersey and a chair at the bar as passionate pursuers of the power through the pedals.
18 Drafters rode to Springfield on Monday- and thanks to Dan-yelly and Cookie Monster’s hospitality, they recruited another Drafter who they came upon during the ride. The route was new to many of us, and despite doing recon only 4 days before, the unfamiliar turn onto Loper Rd eluded me. The only clue I had as to my misdirection was lack of underwear. Of course underwear isn’t allowed during cycling (Hincapie would take back our kits), but I had noticed a pair of boxers just off of Hwy V during recon, so when I didn’t see the tell “tail” sign after a few miles, I figured I had missed the turn. Interestingly, the boxers also caught the attention of Billy Bob McC (this is not a typo- but rather a reassignment of a few Drafter handles- see next paragraph), who thought the waistband read “BrickO’s Boxers“. He figured since I have supplied headbands and socks in the past, boxers were a natural progression. I will talk to my distributer. I know… all the women are XS and all the men are XL. I can see the problem with collecting the order already.
Drafter names are sacred. They capture the essence of the Draft and protect our identities from those who don’t appreciate tan lines and power to mass ratios. However, I acknowledge that on occasion, they need to be revisited. I’ve heard numerous Drafters call Billy Boy Billy Bob, and I think it just fits, especially when he rides his Parlee, “The Stallion” like a Cowboy from the Wild Wild West. Next up is Tobacco City Cousin. Cast in the shadow of Tobacco City Boy, it is time to come into the light. The red light, to be precise. Typically the last rider in, it is fitting that our Lantern Rouge be appropriated as the “Caboose“. Embracing his new title, Caboose negotiated with Tobacco City Boy to ride 15 minutes. It is unclear if Caboose was negotiating 15 min out AND back, or 15 min total. Ice Queen objects to her name, mainly as it draws attention to her superior athletic talents as a hockey player and coach. I can’t fault modesty, as it is a dying trait. On a routine basis, Ice Queen has convinced the wait staff at Free House that she needs to have her food and be done eating before Caboose arrives so that she can be home to put her kids to bed. “Speedy” it is.
Row 1: Billy Bob, Sandlot, BrickO Row 2: Two Fist, Cookie Monster, Slinger, Speedy Row 3: E$, OB, Tick Tock, Whamo Still in the car: Caboose, Cannibal, Dan-yelly and Tobacco City Boy. Photo by Z Rex
Speaking of Speedy, a quick shout out to Cookie Monster for speeding by her hubby, E$ at the Shell Lake Triathlon…. a first. I interviewed E$ and he generously complimented CM on her victory, noting it wasn’t an official triathlon distance and had an extra long swim and run. So, technically, he still hasn’t lost to her in an official sprint triathlon. Another shout out to Sandlot and Whamo on their 100k Dairyland Dare, and Vilks who stayed with 5x RAAM finisher Dave Haase for a good chunk of the day. Sandlot is still recovering from her T-bone incident with an inattentive driver, and found the strength to finish the 100k. Well done, Sandlot. She exempliefies The Velominati’s Rule V (which coincidently happens to be the Roman numeral on Billy Bob’s license plate). In case you aren’t familiar please read here: Velominati The Rules.
Start of the Dairyland DareWhat better event than the Dairyland Dare to capture an action photo with a Holstein?
HINCAPIE KIT UPDATE: look for an email about FedEx delivery on Aug 27. You will need to sign for the package unless you go onto the website and give permission for the package to be left. NEW orders can be placed through Aug 22 at this link: Hincapie Order Aug 22
As we head into next week, PLEASE BRING AT LEAST ONE IF NOT MORE BLINKIE LIGHTS. And please bring a healthy appetite for beer, as we celebrate Tobacco City Boy’s Birthday (I’m not sure he will be Drafting, but we will be drinking regardless). Which brings me to my favorite Velominati Rule #47: Drink Tripels, don’t ride triples
Cycling and beer are so intertwined we may never understand the full relationship. Beer is a recovery drink, an elixir for post-ride trash talking and a just plain excellent thing to pour down the neck. We train to drink so don’t fool around. Drink quality beer from real breweries. If it is brewed with rice instead of malted barley or requires a lime, you are off the path. Know your bittering units like you know your gear length. Life is short, don’t waste it on piss beer.
We are going to cannibalize the Rock of Ages Route, turning Def Leppard into AC/DC as we go “Back in Black“. For those of you who have not climbed Black Hill before, be ware. The false flat is long and 8%. Beyond that, you are looking at a long 14% ascent. You will be in the red while you are back in black.
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