Bay Area based cyclocross squad representing Fresh Air Bicycles in San Francisco and Hunter Cycles from the mountains of Santa Cruz County. Besides our title sponsors, we are fortunate enough to have the support of some fantastic folks: San Francisco based companies like De La Paz Coffee Roasters and Una Pizza Napoletana, in addition to Thunderbird Energetica & EpicBar, Vans, Pacenti, Sim-Works and Paul Components.

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Lion of Fairfax—Vallejo
So this past weekend would be one in which I raced both days, and it would be my first time doing so. The only hiccup in the whole plan was that Monday I crashed hard on the road, leaving me with two elbows on one arm, a huge hip, and some troublesome road rash on my right palm. Super bummer. The rides I got in during the week all were mellow, and all ended with the word, “ouch.” So, Laurel and I headed out to Vallejo to see what racing would be like after a few sleepless nights. The course was great, lots of grass, minimal pavement, no gravel, a real flowing course, and if you had rhythm, you could really kill it. My start was rocky, dude next to me leaned into me off the line, causing me to panic and nearly stop, so by the time I was going, I was nearly last. I felt ok, legs felt decent, and I made up some time but I noticed quickly that I was braking a lot, and losing a ton of time on the downhill sections. I had a great battle with a Taleo rider, I would pass him on the up-hill and flat sections, he would blast me on the down-hill sections. On and on it went until he finally conceded. I finished 15th out of 24 riders. Kyle was also out there and he killed the field, scoring an awesome 3rd place and winning an awesome oven-mitt-apron-beer-koozie combo.
BASP Round 2—CandleStick Repechage
After Saturday, Sunday I was optimistic but things went from ok to not ok pretty quickly. First warm-up lap of the course and I realized Saturday’s damp grass had yielded to Sunday’s rocky, rutty, sandy course, and ultimately my pain. Every bump, bounce, rock, or rut that caused my elbow to even slightly move would send a jolt of pain through through my arm that was unreal. Add the continued early braking to my riding and it was all bad. The start had that massive pile-up and from the fourth row, I was able to dodge it cleanly, and fonce underway I just went backwards, and then back some more. The one great thing about the race was being out there with the team. I kept taking an inside line through the sand, and after the first two laps, I then started crashing every time but doggedly I kept attempting it. On the last lap I heard Leah yell, “Jon goto the outside, go outside, GO outside” and I listened and yes… I didn’t crash, so thanks Leah. Additionally when you come in at the end, and everyone is stoked, your wife is there telling you good job (and has sandwiches), other dudes are smiling and enjoying the whole thing, its hard to act like its the end of the world, its much easier to just appreciate the good times. Ultimately I finished 36 of 46 at CandleStick, a race with a finish which eluded me last year when the BASP crew didn’t record my finish, and eluded me at race 1 this year, when I flatted on the penultimate lap.
All in all I’m stoked I pushed through it all this weekend. See you out there soon.
*Photo by Pamela Palma

Lion of Fairfax—Vallejo

So this past weekend would be one in which I raced both days, and it would be my first time doing so. The only hiccup in the whole plan was that Monday I crashed hard on the road, leaving me with two elbows on one arm, a huge hip, and some troublesome road rash on my right palm. Super bummer. The rides I got in during the week all were mellow, and all ended with the word, “ouch.” So, Laurel and I headed out to Vallejo to see what racing would be like after a few sleepless nights. The course was great, lots of grass, minimal pavement, no gravel, a real flowing course, and if you had rhythm, you could really kill it. My start was rocky, dude next to me leaned into me off the line, causing me to panic and nearly stop, so by the time I was going, I was nearly last. I felt ok, legs felt decent, and I made up some time but I noticed quickly that I was braking a lot, and losing a ton of time on the downhill sections. I had a great battle with a Taleo rider, I would pass him on the up-hill and flat sections, he would blast me on the down-hill sections. On and on it went until he finally conceded. I finished 15th out of 24 riders. Kyle was also out there and he killed the field, scoring an awesome 3rd place and winning an awesome oven-mitt-apron-beer-koozie combo.

BASP Round 2—CandleStick Repechage

After Saturday, Sunday I was optimistic but things went from ok to not ok pretty quickly. First warm-up lap of the course and I realized Saturday’s damp grass had yielded to Sunday’s rocky, rutty, sandy course, and ultimately my pain. Every bump, bounce, rock, or rut that caused my elbow to even slightly move would send a jolt of pain through through my arm that was unreal. Add the continued early braking to my riding and it was all bad. The start had that massive pile-up and from the fourth row, I was able to dodge it cleanly, and fonce underway I just went backwards, and then back some more. The one great thing about the race was being out there with the team. I kept taking an inside line through the sand, and after the first two laps, I then started crashing every time but doggedly I kept attempting it. On the last lap I heard Leah yell, “Jon goto the outside, go outside, GO outside” and I listened and yes… I didn’t crash, so thanks Leah. Additionally when you come in at the end, and everyone is stoked, your wife is there telling you good job (and has sandwiches), other dudes are smiling and enjoying the whole thing, its hard to act like its the end of the world, its much easier to just appreciate the good times. Ultimately I finished 36 of 46 at CandleStick, a race with a finish which eluded me last year when the BASP crew didn’t record my finish, and eluded me at race 1 this year, when I flatted on the penultimate lap.

All in all I’m stoked I pushed through it all this weekend. See you out there soon.

*Photo by Pamela Palma

BASP Round 1—Candlestick Park
I was incredibly excited for this race, coming off the Sacramento CX race the weekend before where i scored 10th. Laurel and I got to the course around noon, and not 5 minutes after unloading I ran into a friend who had just finished racing Single Speed As. The words out of his mouth were something like, “course hard, dudes way fast, be prepared, just saying, its ok if you don’t kill it.” Cool, so when I went out to pre-ride I had already quietly done my head in with the whole “this is BASP, and now you’re in Bs and its going to be insane” thing. I felt like I was going to be a rolling barrier for fast dudes. Pre-riding, I couldn’t ride the sand or ride the run-up, and I spent the interim before the race feeling overly concerned.
Lined up row 6, letting the fast dudes go first—mistake 1. Into the first turn some toad tried to ride up the inside by literally riding up my left leg—nice. Felt good once the race was underway, I pumped through all the sand, rode the run-up every time and slowly started picking dudes off. The distance was a lot shorter than Sacramento last weekend, when they said 2 to go on Sunday I was pumped. My plan was to hold position and then on the last lap really make a push. Luck wouldn’t have it, and going into the last turn to the start/finish to begin last lap my tube exploded and decided it wanted to get up close and personal with my cassette, and I pulled off and out of the race. 
I checked the results today, and if I had held my position for the last lap—easy enough—I would have finished 23rd. Its racing so you can’t just make those assumptions but its comforting. Lessons learned, I’m not going to listen to dudes carry on about the challenges or get overly concerned—mistake 2, and next race I’m going to be right behind the call-ups and get a better start.
Jon B.

BASP Round 1—Candlestick Park

I was incredibly excited for this race, coming off the Sacramento CX race the weekend before where i scored 10th. Laurel and I got to the course around noon, and not 5 minutes after unloading I ran into a friend who had just finished racing Single Speed As. The words out of his mouth were something like, “course hard, dudes way fast, be prepared, just saying, its ok if you don’t kill it.” Cool, so when I went out to pre-ride I had already quietly done my head in with the whole “this is BASP, and now you’re in Bs and its going to be insane” thing. I felt like I was going to be a rolling barrier for fast dudes. Pre-riding, I couldn’t ride the sand or ride the run-up, and I spent the interim before the race feeling overly concerned.

Lined up row 6, letting the fast dudes go first—mistake 1. Into the first turn some toad tried to ride up the inside by literally riding up my left leg—nice. Felt good once the race was underway, I pumped through all the sand, rode the run-up every time and slowly started picking dudes off. The distance was a lot shorter than Sacramento last weekend, when they said 2 to go on Sunday I was pumped. My plan was to hold position and then on the last lap really make a push. Luck wouldn’t have it, and going into the last turn to the start/finish to begin last lap my tube exploded and decided it wanted to get up close and personal with my cassette, and I pulled off and out of the race. 

I checked the results today, and if I had held my position for the last lap—easy enough—I would have finished 23rd. Its racing so you can’t just make those assumptions but its comforting. Lessons learned, I’m not going to listen to dudes carry on about the challenges or get overly concerned—mistake 2, and next race I’m going to be right behind the call-ups and get a better start.

Jon B.