Saturday, May 30, 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Gentlemen's Ride Sampler

On September 18th & 19th there is going to be a party. I have made arrangements with a local drinkery for Friday the 18th of September. We are going to be installing some of the photographs that we have been collecting along the gravel roads of the Almanzo and having an opening. Hopefully we will be able to screen the gravel road cycling film that we have been working on as well, but that is up in the air considering the challenge of editing everything down. Either way we will at least have a trailer there for everyone to see. There is going to be some music there that evening as well, so get your drinking shoes on and get ready. That's Friday.

Now, Saturday. The Gentlemen's Ride. We will be riding the same exact Almanzo course from this May's race. The catch. You must either have ridden in the May 16th classic or be riding on a team with someone who did. If that doesn't make sense, let me know and I'll try to explain as best I can. The rules are essentially the same...No outside support, etc., etc. The major difference will be that you are riding for time. Let me explain:

-You must have a team of four riders.
-You must all leave the start line together. (You will all start with the same time)
-When you arrive at the only checkpoint in Spring Valley (which will be a bar for this one) your riding time will stop when the last member of your team checks in.
-You must leave the checkpoint together.
-When you arrive at the start/finish, your riding time will stop when the last member of your team checks in.

Major difference with this event is the checkpoints and timing. Your collective time will be decided by the last member of your team. For example, If we all start at 12:00 and I get to the checkpoint at 12:05 and the last rider from my team comes in at 12:30, my team will will receive a riding time of 30 minutes. Make sense? Secondly, as long as you are at the checkpoint and have not "officially resumed travel" your team ride time is stopped. What this means is that as long as you don't "check out" from the checkpoint, you can stay as long as you like and drink as much as you can afford.

I hope this all makes sense. I'll be back with a more concise description down the road a bit, but I wanted to make sure everyone had an idea of what was coming.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Source: English Russia

Monday, May 25, 2009


Friday, May 22, 2009


Jerseys, patches & stickers

There were a lot of inquiries about the jerseys on race day. In order to keep things clean and efficient I promised to put some info up here in the days that followed. So, instead of muddying up this blog I am going to link to the original jersey post. There you will find all of the sizing information you might need. They are still $70 and must be pre-paid. There is a 6-8 week turn around time from the time the order is placed so I'll keep you all posted right here.

Beyond the jerseys there is a surplus of patches and a few stickers. The patches are the same as what was in the racer packets and they are $5. The oval stickers are of the red Almanzo logo

and are the perfect size for a bumper or a window. The stickers are $2. If you would like either of these things, please send well concealed cash, a check or money order and a return address to:

Chris Skogen
1217 7th Ave NW
Rochester, MN 55901

That ought to do it for now. Let me know if you have questions.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Some other accounts.

Here are a few other accounts from the windy rock roads of this years race. Enjoy.

Photos - Courtesy of Mr. Yoong
Des Moines
Duluth 1
Duluth 2
Rochester 1
Rochester 2
Minneapolis 1
Minneapolis 2

If you know of more please let me know and I'll get them up here asap.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Hurricane - A Race Directors Recap

I’ve put off writing this for two days. Part of me is just plain exhausted from the weekend and the days that lead to it and part of me simply doesn’t want the weekend to end. So here I am, lost in the middle of these two polar opposites. Tired. Hungry. Speechless.

Thank you! I had a great time. I had a wonderful afternoon and an even better evening on Friday and Saturday was beyond what I would have ever expected. To those that stayed in the yard on Friday, you’re welcome anytime. To those that didn’t, the same offer stands. I know the rain scared some of you away from camping, but for those that braved the elements, I appreciate it. I know setting up in the cold, wet darkness isn’t ideal, but your presence made my experience this last weekend that much better. To those that stopped by, but did not camp, thank you. I think we have a real opportunity to build a solid community of genuinely great people and your coming to the house makes that a reality for all of us.

The barbeque was delightful, even if I couldn’t eat as much as I’d liked to. The bike ride to the “Big Hill” was a pretty nice way for me to let off some excess pressure that had been built up by tying up last minute loose ends, so I thank those that came along and entertained me. The fire was there and so was the rain and fortunately , the two seemed to get an equal amount of time in the spotlight. The late night garage banter was priceless and I apologize for coming out occasionally to spout off about something that was probably no more than incoherent non-sense anyway. Friday night was perfect for me and I thank you all for that.

Saturday morning found me lying on the couch waking up every hour to ensure that I would not miss the alarm and sleep through the most important cycling event in my life. Thankfully, I did not sleep through it. I woke up 15 minutes before my alarm and decided that I had gotten enough sleep and that it was time to start the coffee and get the day rolling. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen to plug in the coffee pot. I peered out the front window to see if the help had arrived yet and I saw my mother pulling into the driveway. Shortly after that Matt showed up and then the film crew. We were right on schedule. Nice.

A few minutes passed. The Peace Coffee was nearly done. The baking powder, salt and sugar were added to the flour mixture and the eggs, water and oil were prepared. The griddles were fired up and the pancakes began to form. Some quick motion shots from the roof of the garage, a quick incident with a metal ladder and some errant power lines and we all seemed to be eating in the kitchen as Mom flipped away. I think Stevie Wonder was in the air as the chatter continued. I made a quick bicycle shaped pancake and then ran out the door to make the 6:30 opening of the registration table.

Once at the shop I unloaded the car and arranged the packets in such a way that they would be easily distributed. Thankfully, they were. I cannot express my gratitude towards everyone that printed the release forms in advance. This saved a ton of time and a ton of trouble. Thanks again.

With the majority of the packets handed out, I figured it was time to move my bike out from behind the car, put on my shoes and climb the steps to make announcements. The bike moved quite easily, but as I began to climb the steps I realized I had no shoes. The time was 7:47am. I was late to make announcements. I had no shoes and in short, I had no way of riding the group out. A quick call to my mother saved the day as she was still in the neighborhood and was able to stop back and pick up my shoes before heading over for the start. She arrived. My shoes arrived. The stairs were climbed and the announcements were made. It was time to ride out.

We all made our way over to the intersection of 5th Place and Civic Center Drive and we all waited to catch the light. It turned yellow….red….green….yellow….red….time to go! We were off. We rode east on Civic Center Drive until it tee’d and then we went right. We caught a red at Center Street, waited, took the green and continued east towards the rest of our day. We passed the prison. Talked about blind prisoners and navigated our way through government buildings and soccer fields. We crossed the tracks, the bridge and the completely empty four lane. We had finally reached Silver Creek Road! It was gravel time.

As the boys on the front did what they do best and accelerated toward the days first climb, I pulled off to the side and shifted into an easier cadence to wish the rest of the pack a great day. As I continued at a significantly slowed pace, I found myself at the top of the hill, still welcoming the trail of racers. It was pleasant there. The sun was crisp. The tail wind was encouraging. This is why I started this thing. The morning. The road. The countryside. The bikes. It was beautiful. It was happiness.

As the crowd thinned I turned and pedaled into the days first head wind. Greeting those that I passed, I worked my back to the car where I had asked Matt to meet me. As a racer I knew that the day had just begun for 87 people. As an organizer, my worries had just reached a brand new peak. I did not know what the day held for the riders or myself. I was nervous. I was tired. I was excited. I was terrified

My biggest fear as an organizer is an accident. I think about it all year as I prepare for this event. What if something goes wrong and somebody gets hurt? What if someone gets hit by a car? As I take the drivers seat and prepare to drive ahead to Chatfield, I am asking myself these questions and more just like them. My mind is racing. I start the car and Matt and I are off to the Southeast to arrange the days first checkpoint.

The long north/south stretch of pavement called County 10 is the perfect lead in to the rest of my day. It is quiet and smooth. Its shoulders, while rough and rocky, lend themselves to the beauty that is the defined grey tarmac. As 10 begins to curve and head to the west we turn left onto the short gravel section that leads to Territorial Rd and ultimately into the quiet village known as Chatfield. We make our descent and follow what I know to be a left onto First St. I park the car at the turn onto Bench St and Matt and I get out to stretch. It is windy. It is cold and there is no one to man the checkpoint.

This is the first time all day that I begin to truly worry that something will go horribly wrong. I hurriedly make a phone call to Alaina, the woman whom I’ve arranged to run the Chatfield time check. She assuredly tells me that she is en route and that her ETA is 26 minutes. I panic. I know that the lead group would be moving quickly. I assumed that their speeds should be around 20 mph with tail wind. We sit. We wait. I pace and Matt looks over the sheets from the registration table. He double checks the no shows and makes the according adjustments to the Chatfield sheets. We wait. I pace. Alaina and Kim arrive. I can relax.

As Alaina unpacks her things from the red Toyota Echo she has aptly dubbed Ruby, I begin to discuss the manner in which I would like things to happen. I show these wonderful ladies the record sheets. I explain where to write the jersey numbers and the times. I make a note about recording the people, if any that decide to call it quits. When I think it’s all been discussed, we all agree that to move back from the road and nestle in near the shiny reflection of a corrugated metal shed. The wind and the cold at this point are relentless and any attempt to eliminate either of them seems to be at the front of everyone’s mind. We relax. I pace. I remember. I want Alaina and Kim to drive the route in reverse when everyone I through the checkpoint. Just another way to make sure that no one is lying on the side of the road dying. (Remember, this is my biggest fear.) I explain to them my wishes and they agree. I grab a set of cue sheets and begin to describe to them the manner in which they can read them. I explain, “Just follow the tulips. Go from the arrow to the dot. For example, when you go to First St turn right instead of left. Wait? This says to turn right? The cue sheets are wrong! The Cue sheets are fucking wrong!” I panic. My heart rate increases. I pace. I panic.

I decide that it would be a good time to move the checkpoint to the corner in question. I tell the others that we have to move. I get behind the wheel and swing the car around in a very unprofessional manner. My apologies. I head back up First St to the corner of Territorial Rd. I park and send Matt up the road to see if we missed anyone. Alaina and Kim park Ruby. Kim decides she will head back down to the Bench St turn to ensure no one misses it. Alaina is getting something from inside her Echo and here comes the first rider! I panic. I scream to Alaina to hurry over. She runs. I run. The rider comes through and shouts his number as he leans to take the wrong right turn. Alaina shouts at him to go left. My heart sinks. I have failed. I have made a huge mistake. I panic. I pace. I wait for Matt to return. The rest of the lead pack comes through. We yell to go left and miss getting any numbers from this group. They are moving quickly. They are having fun.

Matt is back and there is a lull between the first group and those that follow. I finalize arrangements with Alaina and get back into the car to drive the remainder of the course in a last minute attempt to ensure the accuracy of the cue sheets. My mind races. I have driven this course countless times. I have poured over maps of the area. I checked everything twice, sometimes three times, and yet I still missed a crucial turn. What does this mean for the rest of the day? Is this thing going to bomb? Is this a failure? Is it over?

Matt and I turn onto Main St off of First and move towards the right turn onto Third St. Stuck behind a Buick we are forced to watch an elderly woman slowly make her way from one curb to the other. She is slow. I am in a hurry mentally and would like to be moving physically. She takes her time. I relax a bit. I am in a car and the lead group are on bicycles. I know the next turn off Third St onto Mangum Rd is correct. I know The next turn is correct. I can relax. Finally, the woman made it to here destination. The Buick moved forward and we were allowed to take our turn. I hurried past the beautiful brick home on the right side of the street. We moved down the hill and toward the bridge that empties you out into the wild again. We slowly passed the lead pack and I hit the gas to move ahead as quickly as possible. We passed the well kept houses and made our way to Magnum Rd. I slowed. We turned left and climbed into the unknown.

At this point I am incredibly nervous that I had made another mistake. I am not speaking much to Matt. I am waiting for the next hurdle I have created in my mind and I am looking forward to seeing if the sign is still there at the bottom of the hill. We descend. It is there, but will the riders be able to see it? Will it make sense to them? Matt suggests I pull some grass out from in front of it. I do. The grass is a beautiful green. It is wet. It breaks easily. There is a thick stalk that breaks pretty clean and the purest white substance oozes from its unwanted laceration. This is a painfully attractive detail in what is beginning to look like my day from hell.

Back in the car we made our way to the descent on 181st to Nature Rd. I didn’t see the round barn this time. I remember seeing it the first time I mapped the course and coming home to tell people about it. It is beautiful. It is part of a quickly evaporating minority. It is poetic. It is not on my radar. The Subaru seems to be guiding itself at this point. I am behind the wheel, but I am nowhere to be found. I turn the volume up on the radio in an attempt to clear my mind. It fails. It becomes unwanted noise. I am lost. I am scared.

Once in the valley we approach the falling sign that marks the beginning of the only minimum maintenance road along the course. The sign looks ominous. The overgrown aging buses and rusting cars along the side of the road seem to speak to the road. This is minimum maintenance. This is gravel road riding. This is Almanzo. For a moment I have no worries. I have examined the cue sheets and the directions to the checkpoint are correct. The river is beautiful. Peaceful. The green hills pressed against the bright blue sky are serene. In the valley there is little wind. Everything is okay.

As we pass over the wooden bottomed bridge and begin to climb out of the valley I begin to thin about the riders and what it will feel like to make this same climb o a bicycle today. I am relaxed. The radio is quiet. The canopy of the trees is only allowing so much light in and everything is calm.

When Matt and I reach the summit of Nature Rd I can see the wind ripple the grass as it moves across the ditch. The wind looks stiff. It is unrelenting. Things are no longer calm. There is one more valley to visit and then it is nothing but flats to Spring Valley. I try to relax. I try to joke. I drive. I am trying.

The Masons pavilion in the rock walled valley is there. I am not. I see the concrete and the wood. I see the bridge. I see the bubbling water as it makes its approach to pass under the bridge. I see blue bells. I see all of these things, but none of them register. I am still fighting the urge to consider myself a failure for missing the turn in Chatfield. I am at war with myself.

As we make the last significant climb of the day we see a woman running down the hill with two large dogs at her side. I slow to a stop and wave the woman over. She stops and pulls her tiny white headphones from her ear. She looks tired. I tell her about the race and that the lead group should be coming soon. She nods in agreement and we go our separate ways. With the windows up and the car moving again, I begin to make jokes. I tell Matt that the woman must be a little freaked out. We joke about the whole thing. I laugh. It feels good. I continue to drive. We can finally see the giant silver water tower that claims Spring Valley as its home.

There are signs in yards. There are things strewn about in the yards of the houses that line this year’s course. There are people milling about and cars moving slowly as if to allow their operator a sneak peak at some fleeting circumstance. It’s garage sale day. Two years in a row I mention to Matt. I had seen a couple of indicators when I drove the course the day before, but I never really knew we would be battling to masses for visibility. I turned the car around and parked on the south side of Tracy Rd. I made sure to keep the north side open for any support vehicles that might need to park. I got out, relieved to be at the half way mark. I pace. I laugh.

I was asked if I needed anything from the Kwik Trip. I requested a Red Bull and some bratwursts. I was hungry, but could not eat. I was tired and my body demanded sugar and caffeine. I speak with Nate about the checkpoint process and he reassures me that he is indeed a veteran and that he has it down pat. I agree. We wait. We look east toward the corner of Co Rd 1. We think we see something. False alarm. Just a garage sale patron. We look. Another false alarm.

In waiting for the first riders I speak with some of the people who have come to support their riders. I speak with some familiar faces. I see some I do not recognize. I speak with Elise. She tells me that my riding partner and friend from the Ragnarok 105 has broken his derailleur hanger and has decided to abandon the race. My heart sinks. I know what it is like to participate in events like this. I know the pains of giving up mentally and walking away. I know the hurt that settles on one’s soul in the days that follow. I feel bad for Ian, knowing that he has not given up, but rather been forced to withdraw. I know his drive and determination. We both shared a lot on the hills between Lake City and Red Wing. I know that a mechanical like this is devastating. I feel bad. I pace. I am quiet.

The first riders appear as they round the corner onto Tracy Rd. I can see them hug the right side of their road as they make their way toward us, toward the final stretch, toward the wind. The first riders look excited. They are ready to continue. They are quick. They are efficient. They make their exchanges with Nate and I and they are on their way. They know they have a lead. They intend to keep it.

Matt and I decided that we would help Nate get the first clump of riders through the checkpoint. As the next riders come in we hand out cue sheets and gather jersey numbers. These athletes are still in the hunt and you can see that as they meet their support crews and make their arrangements. The moves are swift. The efforts are precise. They are gone. Into the wind. Into the hurricane.

There is a long stretch of straight road between Spring Valley and Rochester. It is paved. It is US Highway 63. This is the fastest route for our return trip. I consider it. I abandon it. I am pressed with the fear that there are more errors in the second set of cue sheets. I am quiet. The radio is not. I demand noise. I demand music. We leave west on Tracy Rd and follow Charlie Farrow, Jim Palmer and another rider west toward the towering windmills. Careful not to pass and stir up dust, Matt and I wait behind these three thoroughbreds until we can jog our way north and west to continue the course ahead of the racers.

The moment arrives. I command the car to the north and we continue on out journey. The wind moves the car around on the loose rock roads. It tears across the newly greened fields and ripples the grass as though it were a sheet of silk. I am quiet. The wind howls outside the car. We are moving toward the finish. I am excited. I am nervous. I am afraid. I am happy. The day is almost half way through.

At 50th we move the car around the corner to the right. It is the next corner, Co Rd 117 that I am having doubts about. This is the only other note on the cue sheets that I have had doubts about. Is it accurate? Have I made another mistake? What am I going to do if it’s wrong? I tell Matt that if it is wrong, he will have to wait there until I can send someone out to sit with him. I cannot handle another error. Here comes the sign. What does it say? Co Rd 117. Turn right. The cards are on! The sheets are right! I breathe. I relax. I turn the music down. I am okay.

We make the left turn onto Co 15 and head north to Salem Rd. Left there and a right onto 70th Ave and all that remains is the last straight stretch of gravel. The winds are still high. The roads are drying off and the dust is picking up. We are almost to the finish line. We are almost back. A turn onto Country Club Rd and I am quiet again. I am uneasy. I am waiting for the first finisher. I need to see that someone was able to follow the remaining cues before I really begin to relax and enjoy what is happening. We pull into the parking lot at Bicycle Sports. I park the car. I stretch. I pace.

I wait. We wait. The prize table is assembled. The cars are moved and moved again and again to block the gale force winds. The coolers are filled with beer and coca-cola. The beer and soda is chilled. The prizes are examined again. The beer is examined. I eat a doughnut left over from this mornings breakfast feast. It tastes good. The sugar is nice. I feel good. I pace. I am anxiously awaiting the first rider.

The finish line has been drawn. The statistic sheets have been had a once over by me and I am explaining to my father the manner in which I would like him to record the results. He assures me that he is too is a veteran and that I need not worry. I agree. We wait. I pace. I am quiet. I am anxious. We wait. On my watch it is 1:30pm. I keep looking at it as though I am expecting it to change into a brick of gold or something. Not a minute passes before I look again. And again. And again. I watch the clock. I watch the sliver of bridge that we can see from our outpost. I wait. 2:00, 2:02, 2:05, 2:07. Finally! A rider.

Clad in green and white and silver this distant figure passes the gap between the trees and the building and disappears again. He will round the corner. I begin to ring the cowbell. He has arrived. I am elated. I am excited. I am relaxed. I am content. I am happy. I am here. Finally grounded. Finally able to breathe. Jesse makes the circle around the cars parked like anchors on the street and I move quickly to shake his hand. He looks tired. He says something about his stomach being in a wad. I offer a beer or a coke. I offer my deepest congratulations. He has won. He has fought the wind and won. He battled the hills and the gravel and he returned. He has accomplished so much in 6 hours and 6 minutes. He is the champion today. He is the crowned victor.

Of 87 riders he is first and he is rewarded as such, but more importantly he has given me something that I could never repay. He came across the finish line and told me, without ever mentioning a word, that anything is possible. He has shown me that despite my own best efforts to throw myself off track and assume that I have failed, I have not. I have created something out of nothing and without the continued support of the people who came out to ride the first year and the second and again this year, I can honestly say that this just wouldn’t exist. I sit back and smile. I see the bikes and the smiles and the laughs. I see the joy in the finisher’s faces and I relate, oh so closely to those that did not. I stop pacing. I stop worrying. I am not nervous. I am happy. I am content. I am excited. I cannot wait for every rider to return. To shake their hands. To see their faces. To share their experience. I am finally free. I am on top of the world. Thank you. Thank you all so much.


Another Schedule

Here is what you can expect from me over the course of the next few days.

1. I am currently working on getting the results broken down into categories. That information will be available in the next few days right here.

2. Jerseys. I am going to be making another jersey order. These are going to need to be pre-paid. They are $70 and you can send a check, money order or well concealed cash to me with a size and a return address, but we can discuss that more formally in a few days.

3. I have started to write a full race recap. It is time consuming. Right now I have everything covered up to the point where I rode everyone out. I am just getting in the car to drive to Chatfield and arrange the first checkpoint. That has taken 1096 words. It's going to be a bit. Sorry. In the meantime I will share a portion with you. Here it is:

"...As the boys on the front did what they do best and accelerated toward the days first climb, I pulled off to the side and shifted into an easier cadence to wish the rest of the pack a great day. As I continued at a significantly slowed pace, I found myself at the top of the hill, still welcoming the trail of racers. It was pleasant there. The sun was crisp. The tail wind was encouraging. This is why I started this thing. The morning. The road. The countryside. The bikes. It was beautiful. It was happiness..."

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Final Results for the 2009 Almanzo 100 - "The Hurricane"

Here are the final results for what I have decided to refer to lovingly as "The Hurricane". The winds were strong and unforgiving, the hills were steep and long and the abuse was never-ending. A cold start to a long day in the saddle left the field broken at the finish line. The following breaks down the final standings. They are listed in the order of their arrival to the finish line.

Place. Rider. Time(hr:min:sec).

1. Jesse Rients - 06:06:32 (1st Man)
2. Ray Coyle - 06:24:20 (2nd Man)
3. Jim Cochran - 06:29:23
4. Nicholas Martin - 06:29:26 (1st Single Speed)
5. Joe Meiser - 06:29:27
6. Charlie Farrow - 06:29:42
7. Jim Palmer - 06:31:02
8. Jeff Rockne - 06:44:00 (1st Fixed)
9. Josh Peterson - 06:59:40
10. Norbert Koenigsfeld - 07:00:20
11. Nick Oswald - 07:16:40 (2nd Single Speed)
12. J-No - 07:20:35 (2nd Fixed)
13. Gunnar - 07:26:35
14. Andy Tetmeyer - 07:27:15
15. Eric Leugers - 07:34:30
16. Hurl - 07:39:18
17. Kevin Jargo - 07:51:00
18. Dennis Grelk - 07:55:45
19. Justin Pitts - 07:55:46
20. Rick Blackford - 07:57:35
21. Drew Wilson - 08:01:43
22. Jason Stukel - 08:12:35
23. Steve Fuller - 08:12:10
24. Jeremy Kershaw - 08:15:10
25. Jose Pascual - 08:15:40
26. Dog - 08:28:52
27. Steve Pamlenyi - 08:32:50
28. Kelly Mac - 08:32:52 (1st Woman)
29. JJ Robb - 08:37:00
30. Ken Lefler - 08:37:01
31. Roy Vosberg - 08:43:15
32. Coholic - 08:43:16
33: Greg Bond - 08:47:00
34. Nate Kerr - 08:48:06
35. Robert Green - 08:48:12
36. Brent Wood - 08:59:00
37. Susannah King - 08:50:37 (2nd Woman)
38. Chris Prescher - 09:01:50
39. Sean Eastling - 09:01:50
40. Jake Budnick - 09:17:18
41. Kurtis Wilson - 09:34:00
42. Andy Skoglund - 09:34:00
43. Beau Layman - 09:34:00
44. Felix Rhodes - 09:34:00
45. Brent Kvittem - 09:52:10
46. Darryl Shoemaker - 09:52:10
47. Shad Holland - 10:00:00
48. Mara Larson - 10:00:00
49. Troy Lawrence - 10:00:00
50. Dan "Ewe Haul" Kimmel - 10:13:55
51. Bjorn Christianson - 10:31:40
52. Brad Wilson - 10:42:32
53. Brent Bruessel - 10:47:40
54. Shawn Polson - 10:47:40
55. Bob "Thor" Heinzen - 11:03:00
56. Randy Anderson - 11:03:00
57. Craig Rittler - 11:03:00
58. Scott Kinderman - 11:03:55
59. Janna Cunningham - 11:06:15
60. Landon Bouma - 11:06:20
61. Jason Hicks - 11:06:40
62. Scott Sundby - 11:10:20
63. Derek Chinn - 11:10:20
64. Connie Brown-Caldwell - 11:12:50
65. Gregorio - 11:21:40
66. Erik Sudheimer - 11:27:10 (DFL)

Sam Arhens
Mike Baggio
Tim Bekke
Bob Brown
Ryan Brown
Zachary Carlstrom
Brian Dukek
Jonathon Erdmann
Luke Francl
Brandon Green
Jacob Huot
Pat Kelly
John Krolak
Tim Lupfer
Ian Nancekivell
Mike Nelson
Curtis Schultz
Allison Thoele
Jeremy Tummel
Garrick Yoong
Geoffrey Yoong
Molly Yoong

Saturday, May 16, 2009


Looks like the Utterli posts didn't come across so well. Next time?

It's done! All over. Thanks to everyone who came out despite the hurricane force winds and bone chilling start temps. At least it wasn't snowing here! There will be a full report sometime after the car gets cleaned out and the stats are processed. Thanks again everybody, I can't say that enough!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

What to expect.

Saturday morning will be here soon. Here are a couple of things that you can expect from me.

1. I will be at my house starting at 4pm on Friday evening. I will be there cooking on the grill and helping people get there tents organized in the yard.

2. I will be taking a spin around the city around 6pm on Friday. This ride will most likely include a trip out to the first section of the course.

3. I will be starting a small contained fire in my backyard around 8pm on Friday. This will most likely be a short gathering around the flames to bring the night to an early close.

4. I will be making pancakes in my driveway starting around 5:15am on Saturday. If it is raining we will play it by ear. This will not be gourmet, but it ought to be fun. I will have Peace Coffee available as well.

5. I will certainly trade you your race packet for your signed release form at any point during the aforementioned activities. This will definitely speed up the registration process and relieve a great deal of congestion at the Start/Finish on Saturday morning. However, I cannot grant any time bonuses for those that register early. Sorry.

6. I have decided to ride the group out of town. What this means is that we will all leave the Start/Finish together. We will ride through the city's center and out to where the gravel starts as a group. Once we hit the gravel I will drop back and try my best to personally wish you all a good ride. At this point the race will be officially under way. With 114 riders I feel that this is the safest way to get everyone out of town quickly and efficiently without the potential for red light running and the like.

That's the list of things you can expect from me. If you have questions, please let me know and I will try my best to get them answered quickly and accurately.


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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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For the Spectators.

If you want to watch this race I might suggest a few places. Should you happen to visit please keep in mind that these locations are not ours and we should respect them as such. Pack it in, pack it out is the old adage.

First is the Start/Finish Line. This will be at Bicycle Sports in Rochester. You can find directions by clicking the following link. Here.

Second is in Chatfield. There is a time checkpoint is this beautiful little hamlet so it might be fun to watch here as well. The link for directions to Chatfield is here.

Third is near the checkpoint in Spring Valley. This is the only spot along the course that the riders may receive anything beyond your applause and verbal support. For directions to Spring Valley click here.

This is intended to be a fun event, let's do our best to keep it that way by showing the world what great respect we have for the places we visit and the people we meet.


Sunday, May 10, 2009

A Schedule for the Weekend.

Less than a week and I am sure there are some questions that need to be answered. I aim to get those solved here, but if anyone has a question on something not covered here, please email me and I'll do my best. Here we go...

For Friday Day/Night Arrivals:

If you are a registered rider (or with a rider) and are coming down on Friday night, you are welcome to join in the festivities which will start at 4pm. You can find directions to my place here.

I had originally thought that a ride out to a bar west of town would be a good time (and frankly, it is still a good idea), but I have reconsidered and come up with this:

-I just remodeled my gas grill into a charcoal burning bbq machine. We should use it.
-I am going to make myself some food to eat on said grill between 4pm and 6pm. If you want to use it, it will be there and it will be hot, but I am not buying you dinner.
-At 6pm I would like to go for a spin. If you want to hit some gravel we certainly can (we can figure that out before we head out), but let's keep the pace casual.
-Around 8pm I would like to start a fire in the backyard. It isn't going to be a late night, but enough to have a good time.
-At approximately 5:15am on Saturday I will begin making pancakes in my driveway. These will be good and free. You are welcome to eat them. I will have paper plates and forks and such. Also Peace Coffee has thrown in some wake-me-up beverages. Thanks to them. ***Please note that I am only one guy and while I will have some help, I am not going to be creating any gourmet meals.
-Also, the pancake making will stop at 6:15AM so that I can get over to the Start/Finish line to begin accepting registrations.

For Saturday Morning Arrivals:

-The start/finish line is at Bicycle Sports and you can find directions here.
-Please note that the surrounding businesses, as well as Bicycle Sports are fully functional and will be open while we are out riding so, PLEASE DO NOT PARK IN THE BICYCLE SPORTS OR SURROUNDING BUSINESS PARKING LOTS.
-The registration table will open at 6:30am in the parking lot at Bicycle Sports.
-To get your race packet you will need to bring a signed copy of the rider release form which you can download here.
-There will be a few announcements made at 7:45am. These will be short and to the point, but no less important. Please try to listen.
-The race will start en-mass sharply at 8am.
-The first portion of the course winds its way through the city of Rochester. There will be some traffic as the ROADS ARE NOT CLOSED. Please DO NOT RUN RED LIGHTS.

That ought to cover the big stuff. Like I said, if you have questions not answered here, let me know and I'll try to help as best I can. Just another quick note, I want to thank everyone for coming out for this, I really appreciate the support and I look forward to meeting those that I don't know.

Thanks again,

Wednesday, May 6, 2009


Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Just gave birth.

I am proud to announce the arrival of a brand new ride. A date has been decided an the arrangements are currently underway for the first ever Almanzo Gentleman's Ride. Save a spot on your calendar for the weekend of September 18th and 19th. The ride will follow this years Almanzo 100 course and will be kicked off with a pre-ride party/bicycle art opening the night before (Friday the 18th) at one of the local watering holes here in Rochester. A weekend full of bicycles, art and beer...what more could a person ask for. Start growing those mustaches as I'll be back with more info after the race next weekend.

Monday, May 4, 2009

A car full.

Have you ever wondered what 240 bottles of Summit beer and 60+ cycling related goodies looked like packed into the back of a Subaru Outback? Well here is your chance to find out! I took a trip to the metro area today and I was fortunate enough to come home with this pile of treasures. 12 days remain. Enjoy.

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Trans Iowa 5.

I would like to extend my congratulations to mister Joe Meiser on his first place finish in Iowa this morning. Also a big round of applause for to Dave Pramann and Tim Ek who tied for second. The rest of the field ended up something like this:

3.Travis Braun
4.Jason Novak (J-No)
5.Matt Braun
6.BJ Bass
7.Charlie Farrow (Crazy Story)
8.Andy Stockman
9.Matt Gersib
10.Ben Shockey (Fixed Gear!)
11.Matt Wills
12.George Vargas
13.Jeremy Fry
14.Paul Jacobson

Congrats to all that finish and a big hats off to any that attempted. More info can be found here.