It's August and that generally means a couple things. Outdoor Retailer, Tour of Utah and then the US Pro Challenge, or whichever iteration they are using to spell it this year. Except, maybe not as that last race isn't happening. WTF? Anyway, we took a break from being indoors looking at all the Outdoor Retailer gear to head, well, outdoors. Then, as we were driving up through a canyon mountain pass towards Eden, Utah, we noticed some blinking signs that said "bike race tomorrow, find alternate route." Which, means we're right on track.
What did we see? Lachlan Morton winning. That was cool.
We watched/listened to the race in the car on the way there and cheered/jeered/jumped for joy when he screeched off the front. Besides the fact that it was an exciting race, we got to listen to the sweet sweet sounds of the that old crooner himself - Tim Johnson - made it all worth it. Then, as soon as the car stopped, we leapt to our feet and ran up the final climb towards the finish.
How cool is it that a stage race like this can be hard enough to not only be decided on the final day, but to do it in front of tens of hundreds of screaming fans? The setup in Park City is ideal for setting the scene. And to see the "little guy" so to speak go head to head against the Pro Tour guys (so to speak) and come out on top was pretty fucking radical. See? Sometimes the good guys do win. It should also be noted that nearly every person we talked to after the race was excited to see this outcome. Turns out the new poster boy for F-U-N (see Bicycle Magazine cover spread) on the bike has a lot of fans here. Including us.
Lachlan wasn't wearing his Team Wooly Mammoth socks on the day. But, that's cool, he wore them to race Leadville the next weekend. So, that was something. We're all friends here, right?
Lachlan's Jelly Belly teammate Jacob Rathe had the second best quote of the day as well. He responded to my query of "how did the race go?" with — "Well, when you have the strongest guy in the race, you should try." Makes sense to me. It was directly after we watched a lady request a photos with the whole Jelly Belly team. No idea why she wanted it, because she didn't seem to know that she was standing DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE RACE WINNER and totally blocking him from the photo. Good work lady! It was actually pretty funny and probably preempted the following photo.
We also ran into Rachel Peck. Holy Crap she was there! We were so stoked to meet the radical lady behind Mr. Morton, but also (and maybe more importantly?) the designer of the patterns that the Bande de Filles kit that we did with Attaquer. It was a surprise for sure, what was no surprise that that she was great and into the clothing. You might not be able to tell from this photo, but Julie was totally geeked to get to meet her. After we found out that she was doing the patterns for the clothing we spent numerous hours pouring through her website (you should too) going "oh shit! that's amazing!) hopefully she's a huge basketball fan (forgot to ask) because that stuff pops up quite frequently. Just don't say Dellavadova please!
Maybe this means that there is more on the horizon for the both of us together? You never know. You just never know. Seriously cool stuff!
Of course we also caught up with Mr. Jones after the finish. He had a pretty great finish on the day and we actually almost fell over the barrier trying to get his attention as he rolled, quite casually, we might add, up toward the finish line. He still looks quite sprightly in his old age. It's amazing what that fine Bend living can do for your skin. His socks on the other hand? Well, I guess this is what they would look like after a grueling multi-day stage race. (see below).
He seemed to be in good spirits though. Despite the fact that his socks looked like they were just used to help clean up an oil spill that maybe originated on his legs. But, again, this is what you must get when you're putting in time on the pavement for that long. Hope he's got extras.
As race day came to a close we traipsed the streets of Park City with one thing in mind (besides how cool Andrea can make those grey on grey zig zags look) is "where can we find a drink?" Harder than you might think in this town. Well, not finding it, per se, getting it in a timely fashion or having a second, that's where the troubles come in. They can spot us from a mile away and they make sure that we only get our drinks one liquid gold ounce at a time. Not frustrating at all. Plus, their collective frustrations tend to bubble over when us patrons come tramping in asking for it. Change is coming friends, change is coming. In fact, it will be here before cross. Guarantee.
Oh yeah, one last thing — Axel Merckx!