I'm in for the ride out and hill climb. Afterwards I may go a little bit further north to Nyack or Piermont to add some extra volume, gonna be a gametime decision.
It's been a busy few weeks at work and home, but I'm psyched to see you all there! Still deciding which bike I'm going to race on. I'm very tempted to do it on the brompton this year, though if I can dig out and install brakes on the track bike...
I'll bring the donuts and coffee, you bring the legs and heckling, see you tomorrow!
As they say, ya gotta be in it to win it. Players today included former club champs (JP, 2021 and Greg, 2023), former PP KOM series winner (Pat), local strongman (Bret), and Mr. Round Foods (Yang). The turnout was low, but the competition was off the charts. The conditions were bright and sunny as the gladiators rolled into the parking lot, but as if the the sky suddenly realized the gravity of the situation and the frightening chaos about to erupt, it set the mood by becoming overcast, blanketing the Alpine boat basin arena with a with a heavy steely gray tone. The chilling wind cut through our kit, yet we couldn't feel the cold with the ice flowing through our veins and the fire in our bellies. Convivial conversations gave way to squinting side-eyes and teeth baring snarled upper lip curls, an imminent shootout between grizzled drifters and cowboys and crooked sheriffs in an old spaghetti western.
And on cue, like the town fool, Yang gulped down a donut whole and hid inside a barrel.
Bottles and saddle bags started shedding from bicycles. Heavy winter jackets were torn off dramatically like the chaotic start of a wrestling match. Grimaces and pain faces transformed the racers into grotesque living gargoyles. Small woodland creatures scurried away from our rampage. Off in the distance an eagle screamed into the void and wolves howled in scarred agreement while wild stallions galloped furiously through fields thick with poison and thorns.
Somewhere in the world at that moment a new life comes into existence. Happy. Rosy. Plump. A miracle.
But not in Alpine, NJ. Not today. Only the merciless fire and brimstone of hell on earth that is the Kissena hillclimb championship. ... ... ...
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of all ages, join me in congratulating Kissena's 2025 club champ - BRET SIGLER! You battled bravely and we look forward to bestowing upon you the prestigious champions trophy during our holiday gathering in a few weekends! Excelsior!
While it's a bit late for this year, @BretSigler managed to create our own Strava Segment for all to use in the future. Kudos to him for working Strava to make this happen.