For those wondering what the tattoo looks like that Chris and I, along with many others, got during the race…
Close up added! You people are so demanding ; ) It’s a heart shaped wheel with a crank situation in the middle.
And then there’s this…
More ridiculousness can be found at Fallen Arrows
A little over a month ago I went to Minneapolis for work and stumbled upon an amazing bike/coffee shop called One on One Bicycle Studio. It was so wonderfully decorated and generally bad ass; thus, I must (finally) share the glory with you all! Apologies for the dark photos, I’m obviously not a pro.
I was certainly glad I don’t live there! That snow was mind blowing for me, a little southern girl born and bred on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
Confession: I am sick of riding my bike. I don’t know if it is because I have to ride it, and I just got through riding in the coldest winter on record for Birmingham, if it is laziness, or if my ass is just tired. The rain has been unrelenting this week and am sick of arriving wet, sweaty and hot, while freezing.
All I know is that right now I would rather walk than ride to get places.
However, when I have a chance for a fun ride on the weekends, I jump at it.
Anyone else experiencing this?
God we had a great time.
Jen and Rebecca were partners, with Stewart directing them through town
Jen, Rebecca, and I drove up that morning and met up with our pals Stewart, Chris, and Justin to grab some pizza before the race. You might remember Rebecca from our post a few months ago about her getting in a serious accident at one of our races. Thankfully she has made a complete recovery, and this was her first race since the accident. Needless to say she was super nervous, but got on that steed and we all ended up kicking some serious ass!
Chris was my partner…who knows what he was doing here
The race had a Le Mans start, but we got positioned so that when the yell to “get the hell out of here” rang out, we were able to grab our bikes quick. I will spare you the grisly details, but stops required things such as getting a tattoo (for a 30 minute time bonus) or your face painted, a pie in the face, jump rope, seed bombing, making and eating the worst peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a game of capture the flag. Those Altanta folks really know how to do an alleycat, that’s for sure.
Stewart, face painted and pied (from here)
Chris and I opted for the tattoo (also from here)
(from here again)
There were an insane number of people that ended up racing, something like 75 teams/150 people. Chris and I did pretty well and ended up finishing in 10th place – I was the 2nd female to finish. Jen and Rebecca got the first all female team, with 22th team to come in. AND they both rode fixed. Pretty freaking bad ass!
Stolen off of someone’s Facebook, thaaanks!
During the awards ceremony of sorts
The after party was insane. Photo booths, art show, a marching band, DJ, dance party, TONS of people.
From one of the photo booths, Scott Lowden Photography
Beat Hate!
The next day we had a delicious breakfast at Stone Soup, and then we put Rebecca in the bag she and Jen won. Made by RFM out of Atlanta.
For all you Atlanta peeps, here’s a quick reminder that this Saturday is Sopo’s annual broken hearts race. They’re a bike cooperative that we at Bici look up to with respect and love in our hearts, and thus I’m really looking forward to going over there with Jenn and Rebecca and KICKING EVERYONE’S ASS!!!!!
Just kiddin’ guys. Don’t hurt me. (photos to follow, obvy)
