Chicago Cuttin' Crew Presents Capone Cycles Skids and Sprints

caponeskidimage1invert.jpg So here's the rules. We gots some things to do this next weekend at the Bicycle Film Festival Block Party (Sunday, August 10). Thanks to the generosity of the Capone Cycles group at Nocturnal BMX (1436 W Fullerton), there is a sick ass frameset going to some lucky punk.

The day begins with a $10 registration. Each registrant receives 3 free raffle tickets and has the option for more. Every registrant that is a current, working messenger gets a fourth ticket for free. Registrants can buy more tickets for $2 a pop. Non-registrants are welcome to buy, they just gotta cough up $3 a ticket.

For every round you advance through the double elimination sprint bracket, you will earn a ticket. Double elimination applies for first round losses only. For the worst of the worst stoppers in the skid comp, you will earn tickets. For the best trick by crowd vote, you will earn a ticket or two. In fact, you're going to have to work damn hard to not earn an extra ticket through the days events.

Anyone and everyone are welcome to join the fun. Bikes with gears cannot shift given the short distance. All fixed gear riders without a brake must be capable and willing to stop their bike from a full sprint to a controlled pace within a short block's distance. The sprint course will be slightly over .2/mile. Short and fast hombre.

Those of you not familiar with skidding competitions, there will be a line from which your wheel must be locked up or your attempt will be voided. It's your world, you can do what you want in regards to helmets, I won't require 'em but I will admire 'em. Remember: your brain doesn't really heal.

The raffle will be called once these events are over and some lucky bastard will have to give their measurements and favorite color to the Capone cats and you will have a nice frameset coming your way! Hell, if they got what you like in stock, you could be slinging a new frameset before ya know it! To get an idea of what they offer, stop by their shop, Nocturnal BMX at 1436 W Fullerton.

All funds raised will go towards the storage and maintenance of the ever illustrious second home to the Cuttin' Crew and Track Cats... I'm talkin' 'bout the Cuttin' Cruiser people.

Bicycle Film Festival

Well, if you check the friends list at all, you'll know that this is old news but it's still good news. Many fantastic features will be shown over the weekend at Columbia College. Two personal highlights include Road to Roubaix and Standing Start. Selections for the screenings range allllll across the spectrum.

Thanks for the flier Simon!

Not to forgotten, there is going to be a massive block party on Sunday, August 10th. Set to follow the four days of festivities and films. This will be a party featuring the likes and talents of local mechanics, bmxers, bbqers, poloers, spinners and, most certainly, drinkers.

And. Try not to miss this without a good reason. Or else we will hate you.

Bob Pfarr

07/22/08

By Ben

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On Tuesday, July 22, The Chicago Cuttin’ Crew and Yojimbo’s Track Cats decided to collaborate and invade the Tuesday night track series at the Kenosha, Wisconsin velodrome. We loaded up the Cuttin’ Cruiser with Cuttin’ Crew members; Brean Al, Andrew, and myself. We also brought Yojimbo’s Track Cats racers, mentor Chuck, and a modest cheering section.

The Bob Pfarr Classic is a track race sort of like boxing, with a huge main event, and some undercard races before it. The main event being a 150 lap, 30 mile points race. We left Chicago with a full bus, with myself at the wheel, planning on racing the lower races, and putting Al, Andrew, and maybe Brean into the main event. The trip up to Kenosha was brutal, with all of the construction on I-94. The Cuttin’ Cruiser barely fit into the narrowed lanes, and semi- trucks were passing us almost constantly. It was a two and a half-hour, hair-raising drive up the battered Tollway to get us to Kenosha. I don’t really understand why we pay almost $4.00 in tolls each way for the privilege of driving on this God forsaken, uneven, narrow, grooved, pot-hole ridden stretch of interstate highway. But whatever, we survived and unloaded the bus at the Kenosha Velodrome.

I had a really rough day of messenger work on Tuesday. I had wanted to take it easy, because I was planning on racing that night, but it just wasn’t in the cards. Two of the four drivers at my messenger company called in that day, which meant a lot of zone work, and a lot of freight, both of which wear you out during the day. After riding my bike from Logan Square to Pilsen, up to the Loop, to grab 75 pounds of mail across the loop, then up to the Gold Coast, and then back into the Loop to hold down the fort for a couple hours while the other bikers at my company are 7 miles north and 7 miles south of downtown. They finally made it back into the loop, which meant that it was time for me to go up to Lincoln Park, then to Lakeview, and finally to Humbolt Park to put a 30 pound box on my bars, and clean up back in the Loop. I’m not really complaining, because it’s my job, and it’s part of the game. But it’s hard when you are planning on a big night of racing, and you are trying not to burn any matches during the day, and you go through almost the whole book at work.

The night started out with the master’s 4/5 scratch race. Brean and I were the only people old enough on the Crew to race in this one. I realized right away that I was under geared for this race. I made my way up to the front to try to lead out Brean. He wisely stayed tucked away in the pack, and I sacrificed myself to lead out someone. It sure as hell wasn’t Brean. He fought his way up to fourth place, and I came in DFL.

I didn’t have enough time between the first race and our next race to change my cog. This was the cat 4 scratch race. Once again I stuck close to Brean, floundered around, and came in second to last, while Brean came in fourth. The announcer called him “Brian” for the second time, and we had to straighten him out.

The Track Cats did some of the Juniors races and women’s races. You have to step up your game at Kenosha, and the Track Cats had a tough time. Most of their competition has been racing in the juniors program for years, even though they are just kids. The Kenosha velodrome can also be intimidating if you haven’t ridden on it before. Kenosha is not like Northbrook, which is like racing on a really smooth, mis-shaped pancake, while a bunch of well to do suburbanites, who paid $2 to sit on bleachers watch you. Kenosha is bumpy, it has steep banks, and you have the families of people who used to work for one of the largest auto plants is North America, which closed in the late 1980’s, sitting on a grassy hill, drinking beer, and yelling at you while you try to negotiate the banked turns in a pack at 30+ mph.

I love the Kenosha Velodrome, but it was tough on the Track Cats.

Finally I got the right gear on my bike for the consolation points race. So far I had embarrassed myself In front of my Dad, my uncle, my girlfriend, a couple of her friends, and some of my best friends from my hometown. So it was time to step it up. After a bad crash by one of the riders in the first five laps, the consolation race was restarted. I gave up the first sprint, and figured that I would save myself for later sprints. But a strong breakaway had developed out of the first sprint. It looked like they might be able to make it stick, and I figured that I should try to get into it. So I started working towards a bridge. I made some ground on the front four riders, but they were making half-lap pulls, and nobody had made the move with me, so I was by myself. I tried my best to close the gap for about 10 laps, but then started to run out of gas. I fought like hell to make the gap, but then the front four started to close on the main pack. I know how the points race works, and if they made it back into the main pack, they would be a lap up, and position trumps points. So even if I couldn’t catch them, I just needed to stay ahead of the main pack to secure fifth place. They started to catch me two laps before the end of the 25-lap event, and the officials told me to move up and get out of the way of the pack. I moved up to the stayer’s line and rode as hard as I could for two laps to keep from getting sucked up an losing 5th place. I finished about 50 meters ahead of the pack, and the end of the race, I was also a lap up on the pack, and was proud to hear the announcer explain why I had come in 5th place.

Now it was time for the main event. Brean had broken a cleat in warm-up, so the Cuttin’ Crew would only be represented by Al and Andrew in the Bob Pfarr Classic. They wouldn’t disappoint. Al got himself into the first meaningful break in the race and made a lap on the field of pros, cat 2’s and cat3’s. Andrew got himself some points in a couple of sprints. I made my way into the infield during the race, and overheard the officials talking about Al.

“Who is this Urbanski?” “He’s a four on the road!?” “Look at this guy!”

After about a zillion laps, some more break-aways and a lot of points, both Al and Andrew had finished in a field of category 1,2,and 3 racers. Al secured 8th place in a field dominated by the teams of Hayes Brakes and xXx. Look out next year, because you better believe that we are sending Al up with some more help, and we are taking the Bob Pfarr Classic for the Cuttin’ Crew!

The Chicago Criterium

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Open letter of invitation to everyone. Welcome to our living room. Our kitchen. Our bedroom. Our entertainment room. Our bathroom. Our office.

Welcome to our streets.

Word is they gots 2 jumbotrons (TWO JUMBOTRONS!!!), 2 stages, a grandstand and then some. Who's hearing ads on B96? Fuck. Yes. Thank you Chicago. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Be there to witness this craze for Criteriums and cheer us on, cheer them on, you just gotta cheer. July 27th. Most of us males will be rolling right before the multi-lingual big boys at 1:35 PM. Our ladies are looking at an 8:10 AM appointment.

SNIP! SNIP!

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"It's Happening"

7/15/08 By Jeff

It was a Danish (Win-N-Out, first across the line at lap 1 wins, 1st on lap 2 gets 2nd, 1st on lap 3 gets 3rd and so on). It was also close to, if not the best racing atmosphere I've seen in sanctioned racing. Washington Park Velodrome in Kenosha. The field got a little scrambled after the first sprint and people were moving high. I knew the track was short, I knew the pace was still strong and I knew the guys up front weren't going to burn out so I wanted to make up for a VERY missed attempt at getting into that winning sprint and a jeopordized position for 2nd. It was time to get around some people.

The field was moving up but it wasn't until the middle of the turn that it was apparent things weren't normal. In an attempt to make that great cut around someone things got tighter against the rail and the best I could shout is "OP! OP! OP! WHOA! WHOA!" It was a frenzy as I was guided up towards the rail. While the mind is thinking a thousand things a second, there was that quick and repetitive, "Don't let this happen! Don't let this happen!"

BANG! TINK! SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAPE! Slow motion (I swear) and my front wheel is right in front of me as we're both flying above the fence...

"It's happening"

It's amazing how much shit unravels after the fact. I remember even thinking right at the moment, "I hope this one doesn't go bad."

My arm knocked the protective cover off of the rail which left a chain link fence exposed. I whipped around when my arm caught a link and whipped me around to face the other direction. As things concluded I noticed that famous red Corima on the track too. Fuck. Ed White was the other one making sound effects.

I was torn up and half naked the way my suit cut, but Ed was face down and bleeding. He is OK now and walked out of the hospital but at that moment, my heart absolutely sank. I'm sure it's an ego thing of mine because every accident I'm in I can't help but feel responsible. I'm so sorry that this happened Ed, I know we aren't personally tight but I don't ever want to see ANYONE face down and bleeding, let alone you.

The fence caught alot of my skin and left my right hand the size of a softball. "I can't believe nothing broke" was the popular saying from the med staff. I got some stitches, a whole bunch of deep scrapes at every joint possible, a shitton of soreness and a good deal of guilt.

Mike Winn is a saint. He was the race organizer and MC. He handed the mic to someone to take over and never left us at the hospital. Even stuck it out 'til our midnight discharge. The man had great spirits and was a good storyteller. There's nothing I could ask more of someone who was a stranger 4 hours prior. There was another off duty firefighter that stepped in to help me when one of the new paramedics got the jitters. Dude stuck around to see that everyone was OK. Thanks to him as well. Tim from Half Acre was great for checking up on us well, thanks man. Al and Andrew were the best of teammates and friends, even gettin' me an ice cream cookie. Of course a big thanks to Jamers as well.

Ed got his ear reattached by a plastic surgeon and a bunch of stitches right above his brow. The man is so powerful he broke the unbreakable equipment but he was up and bashfully smiling by the time we were leaving the hospital.

Calls and texts started coming, thanks to the people that worried and sent wishes and thanks to those that worried and didn't want to interfere, it is always nice to have both.

The Fuji is done. Most other parts are salvageable, but the ol' Track Pro is punching the clock. That puts me down two track bikes in a month. Ha. A messenger who races track and I don't have a track bike, injustice.

Stay up ya'll. I'm going to lie down.

Peace

JP

BETA (A race report from Whitewater)

7/05/08

By Brean

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another race in which i didn't have time to warm up. had to duct tape my shifter together and got over to the line just before the masters rolled out. bradley, avi and i were representing the cuttin' crew, and i found my friend john there as well.

john is a triathlete, and i found his a good wheel to follow, since he was steady and a surprisingly good climber (efficient and smooth). there were a lot of teams out there, but not any teams with more than three members. Tati, Crew, IIT, and at least two 2CC. so my job for the race would be to keep an eye on breakaways. i wanted avi to get a podium finish.

the course was about 5.5 miles per lap and we were to do 8 laps, even though the officials accidentally told us 7 laps. there was a little confusion as to this part, which plays in later. there was a sharp and bumpy turn shortly after the start, and then a long and tough hill, followed by a turn and a short but steep hill. then some downhills, one sharp turn, and a few almost unnoticeable uphills.

we passed the masters on lap 4 or so. we called out and they let us ride through. then, off we went again. that hill was pretty tough, and i thought about riding the front of the pack to get up it smoothly, but put that thought out of my mind. i haven't been training, and did not feel able to do any good pulls. i planned on leading avi out, and i didn't think a break would happen. so riding the pack and sucking wheels became the tactic.

on lap 6, the masters caught back up to us just as we got to the hill. we called out to the pack to let them ride through. but oh, that beastly hill would not yield, and the masters blended in with us and formed a huge pack of 100 or so riders. so we called out, trying to tame the pack. "masters ride through!" "elites, let them ride through!"

so we rode slowly for a time and joked about how nice it was to get a bit of a break. but the masters still didn't pull through. i rode towards the front to ask them to ride on, and i noticed a big group of riders way ahead. "did you guys get dropped?" "no." "are those masters up there" "no, those are 4/5's"

dog crap. turns out that some of the elite 4/5's used the mingling of the masters to initiate a break. not nice. but i could not let this get away, so i excused my way to the absolute front of the rear pack. alpha. and blasted my way towards the front pack.

it was hard. like when you come home late at night and your keys don't work because your landlord is too cheap to replace the lock and you have been in your sweaty chamois for hours and your ankle hurts and you are wearing racing shoes and trying to climb into your window and you are poor and your credit is bad. that kind of hard.

i just had to make it to the front pack or the whole day was ruined. so i bridged, slipped off for a few seconds, then finally got back on, just before, you know, the hill (most of the rest of the 4/5's were right behind me, as it turns out). i barely made it up the hill, and i figured my race was done. but i did hold.

then there was a sprint for the finish line, with one lap to go. avi took second in the false finish as the bell rang for the final lap. i'd mention how funny i think that is, but he is still pretty sore about it all. bradley had dropped on the hill after making his own bridge effort right behind me. that meant it was me alone for the end.

but i was still seeing spots from the bridge when the hill came around again. so i didn't quite recognize the break when it happened. then, one of the break members burned out, and one lone wolf was out there solo. i finally recovered and did some thinking. no avi and no bradley. it was just me, the pack, and a solo. i knew the pack would not hunt him down. there were no sizeable teams to organize a chase or make a sacrifice. so i continued to suck wheel and played for second place. the pace ramped up, but i knew we would not catch our prey. after a bit of jostling in the pack, i popped out left and saw the cones. myteriously, nobody else was jumping, so i said "turbo, kitt" and let loose.

it seems i have developed a sprint lately, and easily beat the pack for second place. beta.