Team Lycra Manpree Hipsters

Doug's best side on your computer screen. Sorry to wreck your coffee like that, but this summed up, perfectly, the riding portions of last Sunday's Urban Assault Race. Pure Portland, and I'd have it no other way. Soggy clothes and slick streets. Renshaw broke his fender trying to get a jump start on our 2nd wave start position - reserved for the start grid quiz flunkies. So it was back stripe for him and no drafting for either as we chased ourselves around town.



I'm a 2 event UAR vet now and give them a thumb's up. Check out their schedule and if there's one in a city near you, give'r a go. They're surprisingly difficult, fun, and will challenge any personal space issues, should you have any, and you shouldn't...unless you're standing in line at the grocery store in another country and people are breathing over your shoulder when there's an acre of open space behind them. I hate that. I'll wear a back pack and lean it into them to buy some space....typically with only a 50% success rate.

Step back, dog.



PDX is a bike town unlike any other. Not cycling, like Boulder, but bikes. Better. It compels you to leave the car at home. I like that.



Sunday. No breakfast, two coffees, hours of sprinting around town, and the beer guy wagging a finger for not having consumed enough malt beverages...and its not even noon yet. I think we'll be seeing more of those guys this fall at 'cross events.



Monday. Riding the winner's bounty around the 'hood for a few minutes to decide if she'll stay in the stable, or get passed along for something a bit more suited for the hills...when I bumped into, probably, one of Carl Decker's competitors on the local Rally circuit.





He offered to take me out for a ride in the navigator's seat later in the week one of the many dirt road to the west of town...I just might take him up on that. The car doesn't look too banged up, and it does have a roll cage, so one could assume he's not too bad of a driver.