In the past couple weeks we’ve begun shipping the first of our new La Cruz Ti frames, so Jason asked me if I’d be willing to share some of my experience on the frame.
My experience on a prototype La Cruz Ti is most likely quite different than how a typical cyclocross racer might use the bike. At this point in my cycling career I’d likely be squarely classified as a ‘Gravel Specialist’. There’s nothing wrong with that and I suspect we’ll see quite a few La Cruz Ti bikes on the gravel scene in the coming seasons.
My frame was one of several prototypes that were ordered when Salsa began exploring titanium as a frame material. Details like cable routing, tire clearance, and accessory fitments are different than on the production frames, however tubing specification is the same. The changes on the production frames are all improvements and I suspect someday I will purchase a production La Cruz Ti.
My experience with cyclocross bikes began around 2001 with the purchase of a Bean Green Surly Crosscheck. It was my first ‘road bike’ that I purchased specifically to serve multi-purpose use that included year-round commuting, weekly training rides, crit racing, road riding, and ‘cross racing in the fall. Like many other folks, I immediately recognized the versatility of cyclocross bicycles.
Over the past several years I’ve spent hundreds of hours and thousands of miles riding and racing Salsa’s La Cruz Disc and Chili Con Crosso models. In 2009 I logged over 4000 miles on the La Cruz Ti. When I wasn’t training (riding my loaded Fargo) for the Tour Divide, I was riding that LC Ti proto.
In the fall of 2008 we took delivery of several titanium prototype frames from Lynskey. I built my bike with a SRAM Rival drivetrain, Tektro brakes, Alpha Q fork, DT 240 hubs w/carbon clincher rims, Challenge tires, Ti Moots seatpost, and Salsa Pro Moto stem and Bell Lap handlebar. Very few changes, aside from worn tires, pads, and drivetrain components, have been made since that original build.
While winter was beginning in Minnesota I began riding the bike, primarily commuting, 30+ miles a day. It stayed on its hook on the wettest of days and made round trips on the sub-zero days. In early March the weather broke and we began getting consistent above freezing days. Added to my commutes were base mile training rides of 80+ miles, a bit of gravel, and finally some higher intensity/faster paced riding. It wasn’t until I began to get the bike out on the longer rides and rougher terrain that I was able to identify the characteristics that I really liked.
The La Cruz Ti really shines on long rides and/or rough terrain. How long? In 2009 I raced Trans Iowa V5 and the 100-mile Almanzo with this bike. Trans Iowa V5 was my third attempt, second finish, and first win of the grueling 320-mile gravel race. Coupled with good preparation, conditions, and riding partners, the La Cruz Ti was an important part of my success.
I chose the bike based on two primary factors: weight and comfort. Weight plays into comfort, of course, but it also affects speed and endurance. When you push more weight, you will fatigue faster than you would pushing less weight. My proto weighs in near the 18 lb (8.1kg) mark. Riding a lighter bike helped me stay ‘fresh’ longer and cover ground faster!
Defining comfort is a bit more complex. I started out writing this review by defining comfort in relation to loss of power and speed (due to rider fatigue) over miles covered. I got halfway through that paragraph and realized that unless we have data and/or are talking about pro athletes (one of which I am not), plotting these factors is unnecessary.
For the vast majority of regular Joe’s (which I am literally), it is all about perception. I don’t own a power meter, I don’t use a heart rate monitor, and I definitely don’t monitor my caloric intake. I train, race, and choose my equipment based on perception and the experience I’m seeking.
At the finish of Trans Iowa V5, after close to 25 continuous hours on the bike I could hardly walk. I hobbled to the hotel room, whacked out on adrenaline and exhaustion, and climbed into the shower to rid myself of accumulated limestone dust. It took a strong dosage of coffee, a hot shower, and repeated cycles of stretching to stand up straight, push my shoulders back, and arch my back. The physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion weren’t a surprise. What was a surprise though was the speed of my recovery. I was back on the commuting regimen Monday morning, just over 24 hours after getting off the bike in Iowa. The ride to work was definitely at a recovery pace, but my body wasn’t nearly as fatigued as I’d expected. I believe the bike had something to do with the rate of my recovery. I believe it absorbed more of the impact from the road surface, slowing the rate of my fatigue and preserving my body to ride another day.
Frames built with titanium have long been coveted for their blend of performance characteristics. They have been described as having the ride quality of high-end steel in a lightweight and durable package. While they are expensive in comparison to steel and alloy, they are, dare I say, an heirloom quality product. No, you probably won’t pass the frame on to your grand child, but I doubt you’ll be looking to replace your frame any time soon.
Like I said, my experience with the La Cruz Ti may be different from that of most ‘cross racers. But it might be right up the alley in terms of what many riders are experiencing or looking for, there is gold in them there gravel hills after all...
Two years ago, I went down for my first Guitar Ted Death Ride Invitational (GTDRI). I wasn't sure what to expect, but the ride had meaning to me, both personally and professionally. Personally, it was my first ride over 100 miles in a number of years. Professionally, it was my first true test of a prototype that we were developing at that time, now the Salsa Fargo. This ride would be the first public showing of the Fargo to anyone outside our walls. It was a fitting ride to really share the Fargo with the outside world and the Fargo proved to be the perfect vehicle for this awesome tour and ride.
I missed the GTDRI last year and after reading the reports, I was bummed. Thankfuly Mark said he was running the same course again this year. Sweet, I knew I had to do it. I also knew from reviewing the course, that this year would be a bit more difficult than the course I completed 2 years ago, especially considering the expected temperature (mid 90's) and humidity levels. It was truly going to be a Death Ride.
I came into this years event with quite a few more miles in my legs and was confident with both my fitness and my equipment. I rode my now trusty titanium project that I rode down at the Dirty Kanza 200 and out at the Maah Daah Hey. Due to my busy schedule, I ended up leaving the suspension fork on the bike that I installed to ride the Maah Daah Hey just two weeks prior. I certainly didn't need the fork for the Iowa gravel, but it was on there and I didn't want to mess with it. I made a last minute change to go with slightly lower gearing as I knew there were several 15-20% grade climbs on this route. I also took the mountain knobby tires off and tried out a set of Stan's Crow tires as I wanted low rolling resistance. In the end, I could not have been happier with my set up. I had zero weight on my back thanks to the Revelate Designs Tangle Mountain bag and Gas Tank. Not one single complaint on gear on this trip. It's not often I say that as I'm pretty picky, but after several iterations of gear on this bike, I've got it pretty dialed.
As we proceeded up and down the hot & dusty Iowa country side, it became evident that day would end up being a crusher. Repeated steep climbs with little or no rest were made even more difficult by the fact that there was zero wind to help cool the body back down. It was a death march and all of us were feeling the impact of the temperature and lack of wind. At one point while regrouping around mile 60, my old farm memories took over and I took refuge in a corn field because there were no trees to be found. The temps were at least 5-8 degrees cooler. Soon, the others would join me.
Shortly after the regroup, we decided to alter the route a bit and find the nearest town. It was time to refuel and cool the body back down. After about 30 minutes in the convenience store, we collectively decided that it wasn't the day to do the entire route as planned. That said, we were still at least 40 miles from our cars! After some deliberation, a route was put in place and we took off zig zagging across Iowa to get back to camp. The day ended with a 40 mile time trial back to the cars with one other rider, Jeremy Fry, a Trans Iowa and Dirty Kanza veteran.
In the end, we ended up with 102 miles in the grueling heat. It was reminiscent of the Dirty Kanza. Another long day in the saddle pushing the body, mind and equipment. Despite the challenges, I must say that riding through the country side with like minded friends is the perfect way to spend the day. This part of Iowa is truly stunning and filled with such a diversity in the terrain. I returned home tired and sore. I'm already thinking about next year's Death Ride.
Thanks Mark for an awesome route and an awesome day. Thanks to Jeremy too for pushing me just a bit out of my comfort zone and reminding me what it feels like to go fast.
Eki's epic conclusing to the 2010 Dirty Kanza continues below...but first...
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I moved up the sidewalk among spectators and the family members of other riders to a gas station. I laughed to myself inside as I heard comments like, "You look strong", "Nice job, you're looking good". I appreciated it, but I knew there was no way for them to know how I felt inside. Pulling into the store I saw a bike and a rider sitting next to it. "Was that a Salsa kit? Yes, it's Joe!" "What up dawg?" I said as I feigned an attempt at humor. "Hey buddy", was his reply. Of course my first question was, "How long you been here?" "Two minutes, my engine just ain't runnin'", he said. "I feel you", I replied, again feigning humor.
Twenty minutes later we were mounting up and had decided to push on together for as long as we could. We joked about how this reminded us of Trans Iowa 5, riding together again. Looking at a forty mile leg in front of us to the next checkpoint, then a sixty after that, we knew we still had a long day ahead. I couldn't help but think about how Joel, co-director, mentioned to me at the checkpoint that there was a portion of this upcoming leg where we would "cook". "How could he know how hot it would be out there?" I thought. Plus, what the hell, we were already super hot. Joel had also warned me about a section known as "Little Egypt". This was to be a very difficult, technical section which was prone to damaging cattle rancher's trucks, not to mention delicate 'cross bikes. "Whatever", I thought, "I got all kinds of problems right now anyway".
Joe and I pushed through the miles riding steady and holding an urgent pace. We felt good about how things were developing and although it wasn't mentioned, I think we felt good about being together. Eventually we started noticing one huge roller after the next, all extremely exposed. We were riding in high plains terrain with breathtaking, expansive views. This was open range country and it was not uncommon for us to be riding through areas that contained no fences. Many times we rolled through herds of cows. We'd call out like cowboys, "HEP, HEP!" in order to get them to move out of our way. It was a world foreign to me, but I liked it. At one point I pedaled past a black cow standing by the road and noticed how he just looked at me with sad eyes. I remember thinking, "I'm sorry you're so hot buddy. So am I".
Still together Joe and I entered the "cooker". We slowed, then slowed some more. I felt like I had been complaining a little too often so I vowed to keep my mouth shut as I know what it's like to hear someone talk about their hardships. You just don't want to hear it! Everyone's got their cross to bear at this point. Side by side we moved up a small incline and I looked directly at Joe's face in an attempt to assess his condition. He had his head cocked to the side, a grimace on his face that resembled pain or some type of dementia. My assessment told me he was hurting, so was I! My head was spinning as I tried to cope with the heat. At times I felt like I was losing his wheel, but it wasn't true, we were in this together.
I started feeling like my body temp was in a dangerous place as I couldn't stop thinking about finding a way to cool down. Pressure built inside my head and my vision blurred. Shaking my head from side to side changed nothing and on top of this I was still riding my bike. Controlling the machine became a problem as I swerved around on the road behind Joe. I was circling the drain as they say and it was picking up speed. I was approaching the 'event horizon' or the point of no return. I had to stop and it needed to be soon. All I could think about was water. I resolved to look for a cattle pond, I'd pull over and go lay down in it's tepid liquid. This was an emergency, I had to cool down soon! I toiled in this state for over an hour until I could stand it no longer. I succumbed and called out, "Joe, I have to stop at the next spot of shade. I've got to try to cool my head down. I'm sorry."
There it was, a small shadow on the side of the road. I pulled over to it, ripped my helmet off, dropped the Camelback and quickly sat on the ground. The trees were spinning around me, my whole world was coming apart. I'd never been in this kind of trouble before. What was happening to me? Twenty seconds passed and Joe called out, "It's too hot to stop, I'm pushing on." Afraid of being alone I put my helmet back on and said, "I'll come with you." Not sure how I would do it, I mounted up and wavered down the road at a measly four or five miles per hour with my partner doing the same in front of me. In a hypnotic state I pushed on behind him, confused and scared by what was happening to me. I analyzed my options. If I were able to get cell phone service, which I doubted was possible it would take them hours to get to me and I'd most likely just die in the dirt waiting. My only option was to keep moving forward and we knew a town was about nine miles ahead. Suddenly and without warning Joe grabbed his brakes and muttered something about his shifter being broken. I rolled past to a spot of shade about the size of a throw rug. I immediately shed my kit and pulled the straps of my bibs off my shoulders. Positioning my camel back as a pillow, I went prone in the gravel with no regard for the rocks sticking to my skin or the grit that was finding it's way into my being. To me, this was life or death. Things went quiet around me. I was falling asleep and fading fast. I wondered if this is what people go through when they are freezing to death. A voice in my head said, "Just let go, it will be o.k., just let go. No! Don't go to sleep, don't sleep!" "Joe? Are you still working on your bike?" It was so quiet. "No, I'm laying down too", was his reply.
"We should turn back, there was a little village about a quarter mile back. Maybe we could find a hose there" Joe quietly stated. We rose from the gravel and rolled back to a home that appeared to have an amateur gardener for an owner. We'd knock on this door and ultimately be saved. One of Kansas' best opened the door. A man in his late 60's living a quiet life with his dogs appeared in front of us and offered his garden hose while inquiring about our condition and our ambition. Desperately I ripped off my jersey as did Joe and we proceeded to take turns cooling our bodies with the hose. The force of life surged into me like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. We drank from the water and continued to spray ourselves off while our host looked on perplexed by not only where we'd come from, but by where we were going. Soon other riders approached and one by one they came for the hose. We helped each other cool down. One in particular stands out; James was really hurting and told me that he too laid down in the dirt. I hosed his back and his head while his life force returned to him. I noted how his eyes seemed to bulge and his speech was unclear at times. Later he would brush a horsefly off my back in an effort to return the favor that I'd done with him in spraying him down.
With some deft skills Joe turned his machine into a two-geared rig. He no longer would possess the ability to access the gears on the back of his bike, but still had his front two rings. He'd get home on these gears. I made a promise to myself that I'd help him get there. We'd make our way to the next town, there we'd reload for the final thirty miles to the finish.
Eskridge, Kansas I think is what it was called. This small town was our last chance at contact with the outside world so to speak. Here is where we'd pull it all together and ultimately go for the finish. A small convenience store turned into what would become a forward fire base of sorts. Bedraggled and beaten men began to pull into the small building with far away looks in their eyes. Joe and I consumed cold Mountain Dew and refilled our hydration systems. I tried to get some calories on board, but my stomach protested with every swallow. I fought through it as I knew it was crucial that I give my body the fuel it so desperately needed. Soon enough we were among about six of what used to be our competitors and now were just fellow riders, all in this mess together. Some looked worse than others. James from back at the garden hose sat next to me. His skin glistened with sweat and his pupils looked dilated. He said little, but it seemed that he had much to say. Finally, he asked me if I thought it would be a good idea if he made himself throw up. "No!", I told him. Joe responded in kind stating that his body needed all the nutrients it could possibly get at this point. Meanwhile, a rider fell sound asleep at the table across from me. He was quickly awakened and encouraged to eat and drink something. His head bobbled as he clearly didn't comprehend what was being said to him. The scene became surreal as it continued to unfold. I decided to leave due to the atmosphere of broken souls all around me. I told Joe we needed to roll, he commented that he wanted just a few more minutes. I paid the kind lady at the counter and went outside in search of some shade. A few moments passed when Joe asked me if I still had my map, our way home. "Yeah, why?" "Because, that guy in there threw up all over mine." He went on to report that James did the same. "We have to get out of here! This place is no good for us, let's go!", I told my partner. Clearly, he knew I was right as he geared up.
Two miles down the road we pulled over to get Joe's machine into a gear built for more speed as it seemed the terrain was more forgiving. A solo rider passed us and was looking strong. "Tim, you can go after him if you want, I know how it is" Joe told me. "I'm sticking with you, we're coming in together." He said, "Thanks, it means a lot to me to have you with me, we're a good match." At least that's how I remember the exchange. It doesn't matter, we were a good match and sometimes bonds form out there that the pursuit of competition can't break. This is where we were at. We talked about the beauty of Kansas and the things we saw this day. I pointed out the sunset to Joe and remarked about how difficult it would be to explain to people back home. He plainly stated, "That's why we ride our bikes for 13 hours, to see stuff like that". I knew what he meant.
We put the closing miles behind us as the darkness closed in. The road was smooth and so were we. I knew it had to be discussed so I brought it up about three miles from the finish. "How do you want to do this? You want to come in together or do you want to fight it out?". "You're going in first", was the reply. "Are you sure?", I asked. Joe commented about my sportsmanship out on the road. He was clear about how he felt. I recall thinking about his willingness to stay true to the bond that forms between competitors when the chips really are down. We joked about sprinting for the line anyway, but Joe was adamant that I come in before him. I called on him to give it his best, because I wanted a shot at him fair and square. I joked with him that I was confident I could take him in a sprint regardless of any agreements. We laughed and agreed to "line it up" when the time was right and when we could see the finish.
We followed a series of small poles stuck in the ground by the side of the road with "blinkies" on them. They'd lead us to the line. Passing a man on a Harley Davidson sitting at a corner we were informed that we were a mile out and he remarked that we "looked good", I laughed. As we approached the downtown area an Emporia police cruiser flipped on his flashing lights and seemingly offered us an escort through the streets. "No way", Joe stated. "He's going to lead us in!", was my response. The cruiser pulled off just in time for us to see the block party going on in front of us and the finish banner. I could hear the band playing a Tom Petty song when we squared off. "Let's do it!" We rose from our saddles and pushed our machines one more time. Side by side we rocked our bikes back and forth checking each other's position compared to our own as we closed on the line. What seemed like three hundred spectators cheered as we battled for the finish. I crossed a half bike length ahead, but I knew that we crossed together. We took 5th and 6th position overall, finishing somewhere around 15 hours.
We adapted, we remained flexible, we survived...we rose from the gravel.
A special thanks to Jim Cummins and his crew for putting on such an amazing event. Joe, Ryan and Pete, I'd travel with you guys anywhere. Thanks for making it so fun. -Eki
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I believe it was this past fall when I decided I would participate in the Dirty Kanza 200 or as it is known in short hand, the DK. This would be an opportunity and an experience I didn't want to miss. I'd be traveling to Emporia, KA with the Salsa crew and Salsa was the title sponsor of the event. This seemed to be the perfect formula for me. I was in!
Last Thursday I jumped in the car after work and headed down to Minneapolis to hook up with fellow Salsa rider, excellent competitor, and friend, Joe Meiser. Joe was kind enough to allow me to crash at his house before we hooked up with the rest of the guys the following day. The next morning saw Joe and I spinning easy to a local diner to meet two of the remaining four teammates that would make up the "Dirty Six". Sadly, we were minus one Sean Mailen who bowed out with a nagging knee injury. Ryan Horkey and Pete Koski were already at the diner when we rolled in. I'd come to spend a great deal of time with these top notch guys in the coming days. Emporia is nine hours south of Minneapolis and you get to know a little about everyone in the car on a drive like that. I liked what I saw. Our remaining two teammates, Jason Boucher and Matt Gersib, would join us at our final destination.
The nine to ten hour drive went by faster than I expected as we tried to keep up with Joe's antics and musical choices. We pulled into the pre-race meeting point at the local Best Western. Jim Cummins, director of the event, had arranged for us to be hosted by a local rider and participant of the DK. Randy, the home owner, and Dustin, who I believe was renting, would play a pivotal role in the experience. Their hospitality and generosity were unmatched. Once registration was completed we relaxed and socialized with some familiar faces as well as joined our final two teammates. Soon after arrival I was taken by the number of people who started to pack the room. "There were a lot of people here, this is a big deal!", I thought. As usual the anxiety began to build, but I pushed it down. After all, this was a 200-mile race, no Trans Iowa distance. I had nothing to worry about. An important lesson was learned here; never underestimate any of these gravel races. The "Dirty Six" were introduced to the room by Jim Cummins as it was clear he was appreciative of Salsa's involvement and support of this event. The meeting adjourned and we were released to make our final gear tweaks and adjustments.
My kit was set and my plan was simple. I'd ride through checkpoint one in the break, stop at checkpoint two (100 miles) for a refill and push for the finish with the leaders. My goals were clear, a top ten finish in this stacked field would be something I'd like to take home and a finishing time of under 14 hours would be something I could certainly hang my hat on. Finishing under 13 hours would really put a smile on my face. It's amazing, how things can change. "Adapt, flexibility, survive", were words that I didn't realize I would begin to live by.
The start was calm and similar to most gravel race starts. We were rolled out by a police car and set loose to our own devices as well as the gravel after about a mile or so. Immediately, Joe jumped to the front and brought the pace up. I cursed him as I clamored through the front of the field to gain his wheel. "Really, do we have to do this now?", I thought as my heart rate rose. It was a race after all, so if we can punch out some of the field now and get to the business at hand we might as well. I took a few turns on the front of the field and felt I was driving hard. I was careful not to stay up front too long and kept my eye on all Salsa jerseys as I knew it was imperative I stay near Joe and Ryan. If Joe and Ryan were involved in a split that left me hanging behind I knew it would be difficult to join them again. However, if we stayed together I knew we'd protect each other if we could.
As the miles clicked by and the nerves settled I was impressed by Joe's ability to always find a hole in order to make his way to the front. Ryan's riding style was smooth and controlled with hidden horsepower that he taps when he needs it. These are a couple of talented riders I was with. It felt good to be among this group. Soon the legend of the DK began to rear it's head and riders were pulling off with flats. I noticed the first to go was teammate Matt Gersib, who rang his front wheel hard off an unsuspecting rock. Scenarios such as this would play out from time to time and whittle the group down one by one. I was confident in my tire choice and knew I needed to focus on being attentive to the surges that seemed to be lead by Corey 'Cornbread' Godfrey and last year's winner Matt 'Machine'.
An hour into the race the pace remained high, uncomfortably high! Pulling up to Ryan's wheel we remarked about the pace and hoped it would come down. A quick headcount had me realizing that the break was now made up of nine strong riders turning out a feverish pace. Then it happened: Troy Kraus, a skilled rider and one to watch in these events, caught a rut and was on the 'floor'. Three or four riders piled up behind him. In a nano second I shifted to mountain biker mode and threw my Chili to the right and off the road in an effort to avoid the crash. I emerged from the carnage unscathed, but the leaders were riding away. I buried myself in order to latch on. High on a plateau with no cover, totally exposed I battled the wind trying to bridge back. I could see Ryan hanging on to the back end of the group ahead checking over his shoulder to see if I was going to make it. I tried to send him telepathic messages to sit up for me and help me get back, but I knew that was not going to happen. I was not his responsibility and he was doing what he could do to stay hooked on at that point. I had to get through this one by myself.
Soon enough I was caught by another unknown rider who was in the same boat as me. Completely gassed we looked into each other's eyes briefly and without a word spoken knew what needed to be done. We jumped into a fast moving rotation, drafting off of each other as efficiently as we could. The leaders were coming back to us, we were doing it! After about what seemed like twenty minutes we were hooked back on, but on the back end. The front runners knew people were suffering in this group and it was time to put them out of their misery. The pace was very high as they attempted to push us out of their little club. A glance to my GPS told me that at 35 miles I was officially "popped" off the back of the breakaway and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I watched Joe work with this lead group of about five as they moved through switchbacks above me and made their way toward a high point in the plains. I had a conscious thought of how cool they looked, single file, silhouetted against the blue sky.
The scope of what lie ahead of me began to take hold and I set my resolve to settle in and start turning out a consistent pace. I'd see some of those strong men soon. They'd come back to me as their bodies eventually would go through what mine was going through now. The time began to move as did the miles. I picked up riders here and there, but mostly I traveled alone.
Recovered from the early effort I noticed it being surprisingly hot for 9:30 a.m. My jersey was completely unzipped and I was going through fluids rapidly. Of course I'd reviewed the weather forecast before the race and saw that it was projected to be the hottest day of 2010 for Emporia and the surrounding area. Weather extremes seem to go hand and hand with gravel road racing, I'd deal with this one just like all the others.
Pushing through checkpoint one as planned I gained information from the volunteers on the leaders whereabouts as well as the distance to the next c.p. My Camelback felt lighter than it should at this point, but I had planned ahead with two tall water bottles in the cages of my bike, I'd go to them if need be. As I approached the noon hour it was getting hot! I knew this would be a tough time as the sun poured it's rays on to me. I told myself, "Just get through the next four hours or so and things should start to improve". The sun has to drop lower in the sky, therefore things will get better, right? The Inuit have something like a thousand words to describe snow and I felt like I needed a thousand to describe "HOT". I had no idea what heat was before this day.
Ninety miles into the race I pulled over in a patch of shade in order to dig out some electrolyte pills as the tell tale signs of dehydration were taking hold. My thinking was no longer organized, I was being plagued by negative thoughts, and I was slowing down considerably. I consumed three of the little white pills and decided I better keep the rest of the capsules handy, I'd be needing them again. Boy, would I ever!
There it was the checkpoint! I was halfway and I enjoyed the pleasant reception I was receiving as I pulled through the town. It seemed that everyone knew we'd be coming. People were on the street corners clapping for us, drivers of pickups were waving to me, kids were running to the sidewalks to get a look at the next rider coming in. It felt good. I put on a strong face at the checkpoint as I absorbed their complimentary words about my position and pace. The staff informed me of the leader's position, but secretly I didn't care, I was hurting. I needed calories and more hydration, preferably the cool kind. My first and most important question was "Where can I find some more water?".
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For some odd reason, I entered my first race in 13 years. My last race was the Leadville Trail 100 back in the day. I can't begin to describe the feeling I had at the start of the race. Some day I'll delve into that, but needless to say, I was a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn't be, right? It was supposed to be 95 degrees, windy and I had 200 miles of gravel facing me. I had a goal of sub-18 hours. I secretly thought that I could finish in the top 20-30 if I persevered and finished. In writing that last line, I must have been crazy to have those dreams given I haven't raced in so many years. That said, I rarely set my goals low. My strategy was not to sit back and finish. My strategy was to race and push myself to my limit.
The police-escorted roll out of town was fairly uneventful. Truthfully, I expected it to be a bit faster, but I think the police car kept folks in check. I knew there would be a strong lead group as this DK field of about 160 riders had a stacked field. My goal was to be just behind the lead pack so that when we hit gravel, I would not be following too many folks. I don't like following people on gravel for a couple of reasons, dust and not being able to see the surface of the road.
Prior to the race, I had talked to a lot of folks about the rocks and how the sharp Flint Hills gravel really tears up tires. I sort of thought that this was hyped just a bit to add fear and drama to racers stories, sort of a Kansas cycling folk lore. Not more than 800 meters onto gravel after the paved roll out, I witnessed the first flat. Maybe there was something about the sharp rock? Maybe it was bad luck? Maybe it was shoddy mechanics? I snapped the pic above and then pondered my chances of a flat-free DK?
As we rolled out of town and got deeper into the open range of the Flint Hills area, I looked back. I wanted to see the sunrise. It was a beautiful morning. I also wanted to see how spread out the pack was at this point. I wanted to ride on my own. It's not that I didn't want to share it with anyone. I just didn't want to be part of someone else's story. This race was a personal battle.
As we zig zagged across the Kansas country side, it was fairly obvious that wind is a big part of the Kansas landscape and environment. Much of the first 40 miles was into the wind, or at least a strong cross wind. I love windswept trees like this. I thought about stopping to perfectly frame and expose and capture the riders as they crested the hill. However, it was a race and I snapped this shot as I pedaled and put my camera back in the frame bag.
Soon, the field was spread out over miles and miles of Kansas countryside. I saw riders searching for derailleur parts in the gravel, others changing flats, while others battled cramps. The sun was getting higher. It was getting hot. I felt incredibly strong. I picked off rider after rider. I rolled into the first check point at 60 miles in under 4 hours. I was pleased, yet the cows were not impressed.
The next section to checkpoint 2 was 40 miles. There was a tailwind and it was getting hotter yet. I was still feeling incredible. I continued to pass folks and press on. I didn't take many pictures on this section. I was focused on getting this 40-mile section put to rest and behind me. I wanted to get halfway as that is where I thought the real battle and test would begin. Then, it happened...I flatted. We had ridden a very rough section of gravel. I think it was called the CC road. Upon inspection, I found a nice tear in the tire. The fabled flint rock got me. Crap! Thankfully, I had a tire boot and all the stuff. I sat and baked in the hot sun as I changed my flat. With no wind movement, sweat was dripping everywhere. Salt stung my eyes. I think I counted 10 or so riders that passed me. As quick as I could, I got back on the road hoping and praying the tire boot would hold and that I would get to town where I could further inspect the tire. If it was bad, I made a plan to swap the rear tire to the front and put the less worn front on the rear. Filled with anxiety, I pressed on and repassed most, or all, of the riders that had passed me. I made it into the second check point at 100 miles in under 7 hours. Pretty darn good considering I had a flat and haven't raced 100 miles in 13 years.
This is where the race and my story really begin. I will apologize now for the lack of pictures that follow. My picture taking pretty muched stopped. I had planned to do a short video at each checkpoint. That did not happen. The checkpoints were points of anxiety for me. Many riders had support folks there to assist, refuel, put fresh tires on, etc. I did not know that was an option and had planned on self support. I carried all my food and supplies with me. I only replenished on liquids at the checkpoints. As folks got help, I scrambled and feverishly refilled my bottles, ate and worked to restore my electrolytes.
With 100 miles down and a 100 to go, it was time to get back on the road. I hopped back on my bike and rolled out of town. I left town alone again and then caught up with Scott, the eventual singlespeed winner, about 3 miles out of town. He was on a Moots. We chatted about the wonders of titanium and discussed singlespeed chain rings. It was the first time I had ridden or talked with anyone. It was nice to break up the miles. Eventually we split up and I pressed on ahead alone.
This section proved to be incredibly difficult. Some of the roads were very, very primative with huge rocks. One of the roads was called Little Egypt. After riding it, I'm guessing it was named after the huge rocks that I'm sure could have been used to build the ancient pyramids. It was rough and brutal. I was very careful to pick my line and somehow managed to avoid a flat through this section. As the road smoothed out and turned to rolling hills, I was once again flying down the road and pressing on. The last 5 miles into Alma was hot. It felt like it must have been 100 degrees. My black shorts were on fire. My calf muscle brushed the seat stay on my titanium bike and it too felt hot to touch. I made it to the 3rd and final checkpoint in Alma, mile 140. Someone told me I was in the top 30. I was elated....But I also knew I was starting to crack and needed some time to cool my core body temp down.
At Alma things got interesting. It was so incredibly hot. I was cooked. I ate my last peanut butter and chocolate chip sandwich along with some beef jerkey and cashews. I downed a chocolate milk and a cold Gatorade. After 30-40 minutes at the store, my body finally cooled down and I hit the road again.
Earlier in the week, someone told me that section 3 that I had just completed was the most difficult. In my mind I had mentally prepared myself that what I rode through was the hardest and that the rest would be easier. I was wrong. Things went up. Repeatedly and for long distances. At one point I stopped on an old concrete bridge to cool down. It was in the shade and I thought just maybe the concrete was cool. I lied down on my chest with my arms outstretched on the concrete. I was wrong again! It was hot just like everything else. I rested, ate some more CLIF Shots and then pressed on. Up and up the road turned. Where was this fabled convenience store folks were talking about so I could get more cold liquids? My map didn't seem to make any sense. I was missing course markings. After some 30mph gravel descents, I eventually made it to mile 165 in Eskridge.
There was quite a group of riders at the store in Eskridge. I caught back up to many folks that left the last check point before I did. Many folks were cooked. Several were dropping out. I was unsure. I ran cold water over my head in an attempt to cool down. I rested on the bench and my arms were twitching and my hamstrings were cramping. I was cooked. I knew in my head I could finish, but at what cost?
I said "I gotta finish", grabbed my bike and started rolling it away from the store. I quickly found out my tire was flat. I must have flatted again rolling into town and didn't know it. Now the stakes went up just a bit. If I pressed on, I knew it would be dark by the time I finished. Did I want to head into the night with only 1 tube left, no blinkly tail light because it vibrated and fell apart somewhere between mile 100 and 165, no other scheduled stop and most importanly, no one to call for help? I just didn't want to put myself in that situation. I decided the tire was a sign from above and called it quits. I walked over to a guy in a pickup truck that had a red Salsa Chili Con Crosso on the back of it and asked if he could give me a ride back to Emporia? He said yes. That was it. Finished. 165 miles. Not 200.
Here are the facts.
- My first race or organized event in 13 years
- My longest ride of my life as well as the most physically challenging thing I have ever done
- 13 hours of riding time (plus checkpoint time)
- Top speed - 35.4 mph
I am happy with the facts, but disappointed in that I did not attain my goal. It's hard not to think about 'what if'...What if I just would have booted the tire again and pressed on? That certainly was one of the two choices that I could make out in my head at that moment. However, I chose the other and I am trying to find peace in setting a big goal, going for it with gusto and stretching myself. The facts speak for themselves. I rode a strong race and pushed beyond my old limits despite not finishing. Sounds like a victory in my personal battle with the race. I'm good with that. I'm not looking back.
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I’m rolling into the 2010 Dirty Kanza 200 with good overall fitness after having raced quite a few 3 to 6-hour races on my El Mariachi Ti since Trans Iowa last month. But I’ve been fighting off the effects of springtime allergies and a resultant head and chest cold. I’m back on the bike now, but the allergies are making my recovery slower than I’d hoped. I had a great ride this past week and by June 5, I’m confident I’ll be back to full-speed.
I’m changing only the pedals on my Vaya, relative to the bike I used in Trans Iowa, going back to the set of old-school Time ATAC's I used to bag TIv5 and fifth place at the Dirty Kanza in 2008. I’ve been using a set of well-worn Time XS's on there, and for some reason, the left pedal has been bothering my knee, so I’m going with the good ol' standbys. Go with what ‘cha know in the long races.
That’s why I ride the ‘Kanza on real chromoly steel, 9-speeds, cable actuated discs, a comfy WTB saddle and tires that aren’t scary light (and are tubeless). I’ve learned the hard way that getting too aggressive with trying to be too light is dangerous to your self sufficiency, especially in a race like the Dirty Kanza 200. A bike like Salsa's Vaya, or the La Cruz, or even the Fargo…with big, tough tires like the 40c Schwalbe Marathon Extreme, or 38c Marathon Cross, or a 2.1 WTB Vulpine (if you’re on a Fargo), is perfect for the Kansas flint rock that is prevalent all over the course.
You’ll often come across grapefruit-sized flint rocks…in the road…BY THE DOZENS!!! And what’s crazy about it is, you’ll be rolling at them at nearly 40mph… DOWNHILL!!!
Oh, did I mention? They call this a gravel road race. Only in Kansas, my friends…only in Kansas.
That’s why I love the Dirty Kanza 200. -MG
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The Dirty Kanza 200 is fast approaching and I am in the final stages of putting my gear together. I wrote last week that I designed and built a special bike for this event. Keep in mind that I don’t intend to be a contender in the race. If I were 10 years younger and had been gifted with different genes, then I may have made different choices. But I am 40, need comfort and demand a bike to take me lots of places over just about any terrain. With that, here is a closer look at my personal dream bike.
Last winter I painstakingly put together my ideal bike for the DK200 and another event I hope to do and write about some other time. I wanted a bike that had the key features of function, 29er wheels & the comfort of my beloved Fargo, but in a lighter, faster specification. The only logical choice was to build my custom bike utilizing titanium. Oh yes, the sweet silver alloy with the unmistakable ride quality, durability and low weight. Yes, this comes at a price, but for me and my intended use, I think it is worth every penny.
Upon receiving the frame, I set out to spec the bike as my ultimate long distance, ultra lite adventure bike. My parts choice is based on durability and function. It is designed not for traditional touring racks; think Epic Designs bags and Salsa’s upcoming Minimalist rack system. I think it is a bit over the top and should provide the perfect platform for the Dirty Kanza 200 and other future epic adventures, but you can judge for yourself. Here is my build spec for the DK.
Frame: My Bike With No Name
Fork: Salsa CroMoto Grande 29er
Headset: Cane Creek 110
Rear Derailleur: XTR M950 series
Front Derailleur: XTR M960 series
Crank/BB: XTR M950 series 36-48T
Cassette: Dura Ace 12-27T 9-speed
Chain: Shimano Dura Ace 9-speed
Shifters: Shimano 9-speed bar end
Brake Levers: Cane Creek Drop V levers
Brakes: Avid BB-7 Mtn Mechanical disc brakes
Cables/Housing: Jagwire Stainless with Compressionless housing
Bar: Salsa Woodchipper, 31.8mm, size 46cm
Stem: Salsa ProMoto Ti, 100mm, 31.8mm
Tape: Salsa Gel – Black
Seatpost: Eriksen Ti or Cane Creek Thudbuster ST (depends on terrain)
Saddle: Fizik Aliante Gamma
Rims: Stans 355 29er rims
Hubs: Shimano XTR M970 Centerlock
Rotors: Shimano XT Centerlock
Spokes/Nipples: DT 2.0/1.8 with brass nipples
Tires: Bontrager XR1’s 29er 1.9 tires (set up tubeless)
Skewers: Salsa Stainless – Black
Cages: Salsa Nickless Cage
Bags: Epic Designs Gas Tank, Custom Frame Bag & Timbuk2 seatbag
Lights: Princeton Tec EOS
So….I think that is the perfect set up for…..me. I’ve got a few thousand miles on it and absolutely love it so far. Will it help me finish the DK? I guess I’ll find out later this week. Wish me luck!
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Here’s the conversation as it happened in my head… It starts like a conversation Pinky has with The Brain in Animaniacs…
What bike are you going to ride for the Dirty Kanza 200, Joe?
The same bike I ride for all of these gravel racing events, my prototype Salsa La Cruz Titanium.
Why?
It’s like a well broken in pair of hiking boots, or dare I say chamois. We’ve been on thousands of miles of rides together and it has always performed well. The only thing I’m changing is the tires. I’ll be running a more durable set of touring tires to ward of the flats that I’ve heard about on the flint covered roads. I’ve made a few little tweaks to make the bike more comfortable for several hundred miles in the saddle on gravel roads. Primarily, I run my handlebars a little higher and wrap Cinelli gel pads into the drops for more comfort. I consider myself lucky in that I haven’t had any types of major hand/foot/knee/saddle problems riding ultra endurance events. I intend to keep it that way.
What is in your kit and how are you going to carry it?
My kit has continued to shrink on these long rides. I find that I can get by with the resources along the route. Sometimes, it just takes being resourceful to get out of a tough situation, and of course, necessity is the mother of all invention. I basically carry what I would carry on any ride.
Allen wrenches
Chain Tool
Multi tool with pliers and small blade
1 needle and some nylon thread
A few meters of duct tape
A few meters of sports tape
Tire lever
2 innertubes
Glue type patch kit
Small pump
CO2 pump and one cartridge
Several zip ties in different sizes
Small bottle of chain lube
All of this fits in a small stuff sack, I call it my ‘bailout’ bag…it seems the phrase works in many situations these days. If I need to use it the stuff sack works as a nice surface to lay my kit out on the side of a muddy road.
Along with my bailout bag I carry all of the food and hydration I need for 150+ miles of riding.
Two waterbottles – filled with Cytomax (extra zip-loc of Cytomax for a checkpoint refill)
4L MSR Dromlite bladder – filled with 3L of water and Elete electrolyte replacement drops
Bag of cashews – salty, high calorie, good fats and proteins, slow burning
Clif Bloks – sweet, high calorie, all kinds of ‘stuff’, fast burning
Clif Shots – taste like $#&! (promotes drinking of fluids), high calorie, all kinds of stuff, rocket fuel like fast burn
Cookies – Me like cookies…high calorie goodness
Beef Jerky or Beef Sticks - savory and fatty, high calorie, tasty, slow burning
Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups – need I even say why?
That’s just what I eat on the bike. I have no problem partaking in gas station burrito’s, Casey’s Pizza, Hot n’ Ready sandwiches, Coca Cola, Chocolate Milk, etc… when it comes time to hit the checkpoint. I’ll typically stop once for refuel on this type of ride.
My bailout bag and nutrition/hydration are stored in an Epic Designs Touring Bag and Gas Tank. This is my second season using this type of setup and it works beautifully. I tweak it a little bit each time. I learned to store the water in the bag after my first day on the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route last summer. It keeps the weight off the body and it is accessible via a hose that comes out of the bag and hooks onto my handlebars. Tri-athletes have been doing this for several years. I’m sure motorcyclists have been doing it for years as well.
My map and/or cue sheets will be held in a DIY holder that I’ve built after several iterations and years of frustration with the commercially-built products out there. What is out there likely works for the tourist who will stop when they need to change their cues or maps. I typically don’t stop to change cues in these types of events. I use a Slide Lock Hefty Freezer bag glued to a thin sheet of plastic that is zip-tied to my handlebars and bolted underneath my stem top cap. It is waterproof and very durable. I can reach in and pull out a cue sheet to move to the next and stuff the old one into my frame bag or jersey pocket trash receptacle. I’ll be using a Garmin GPS unit for mileage. It uses AA’s that can be found along the route. I’ve found this to be more accurate than a traditional bicycle computer and it is less susceptible to being destroyed by the weather.
If I need light I’ll have a Princeton Tec EOS bolted to my handlebars and a Princeton Tec Fuel strapped to my helmet. The EOS is great for lighting up the road and the Fuel is great for lighting up maps and the road ahead in more technical situations or when riding through a particularly dark section of a route. Both run on AAA batteries that can be found along the route if needed. For a one-day event I don’t carry extras.
All of this ‘stuff’ is just that if I don’t know how to use it. I’ve learned from others, made numerous mistakes, and spent countless hours using each and every piece of kit here. Fortunately, I’ve never ended up hiking into the next town. I’ve been lucky enough to find a way to cobble my bike back together in a couple of tough situations. I wouldn’t suggest to anyone that this kit would mean success for them. I’d suggest they use this as reference and tweak their own setup until they find what works for them. It is a never ending process, and frankly, that’s half the fun.
I’m looking forward to the DK200. It will be a great tune-up for the TransWisconsin, which starts two weeks after. It will also be my longest 1-day event to date this year due to the shortened TransIowa V6 in April. I’ve heard that the promoters of DK200 put on a top-notch event and it is one that I want to experience.
Thanks to Kevin Wison for the use of his Trans Iowa photos -Joe
For my first attempt at the DK200 I will be riding a Vaya. The Vaya project started about a year and a half ago. Salsa knew it wanted to offer a road-based adventure frame to compliment the Fargo (the off-road adventure offering). Salsa also needed a replacement for the exiting La Cruz. We set about collecting feedback from dealers and customers.
The most common feedback we received was that the La Cruz was more popular with commuters and the emerging gravel crowd, than it was in the 'cross scene. Our purpose for the Vaya then became clear; Make a road-based adventure frame with the pedigree of the La Cruz, that caters to commuters, gravel grinders, and people looking to load up their bike and go find an adventure down the country side.
Early accounts seem to suggest the Vaya is fitting this role well. My frame is a 57cm prototype. It differs from the production Vaya in that it has a slightly heavier gauge tubeset and the older style post mount brackets. Feedback from the crew during the test ride process resulted in the production using a lighter gauge tubeset. This intent being to ensure the Vaya maintained the lighter, sporty feel of the La Cruz, but also enough strength to not turn to mush when loaded up with panniers or run down a rough gravel road.
Salsa designer Mark Rane whipped up some new brackets for the Vaya that not only look trick, but make welding and alignment easier for our manufacturers. In short, my bike is sweet, but the production frames are even better.
This past winter I commited to riding the DK200. Immediately there was no doubt in my mind that the Vaya would be my frame of choice for navigating 200 miles of Kansas gravel. The proven angles of the La Cruz, low BB, fine-tuned sizing scheme, disc brake allotment, & ample tire clearance all make the Vaya a great choice to be set up for all-day-comfort and handling over a variety of road surfaces.
Being it was winter here in Minnesota, I had lots of free time to mentally plan and re-plan my component choices and set up. Conveniently, I sit across from Mr. Meiser here at Salsa HQ. It wasn't hard to get solid advice on what constitutes a good set up for long hauls in the saddle. Getting as much weight off my body and onto the bike was the advice I got. In February I set about crafting frame bags, custom fit to my Vaya frame. A trip to a local fabric outlet, and some pointer from Mrs. PK and I was well on my way to crafting a half-frame bag and a 'gas-tank' while I watched Team USA fall in OT to the Team Canada.
The frame bags have gotten lots of use this spring, and the Almanzo 100 served as a good dress rehersal. I can fit a 100oz water bladder with room to spare in the frame bag, and the tank up top is divided into two compartments, one dedicated for my camera, and one for peanut butter cups. I run the bladder hose loop up along the headtube under the tank strap where it sits nicely, ready to pull out for a quick sip.
I ran the Almanzo self-supported with 1 bottle of Cyto-Max, 1 bottle of diluted Red Bull cola, and 100oz of water. Since the DK200 has 3 check points to refuel, I plan to run less water in the bladder and roll through 2 bottles and the bladder contents for each of the four legs. Food will go in my jersey pocket and gas tank. The extra room in the frame bag will likely be used for layers depending on the weather forecast, or the tubes, pump, and tool currently in my saddle bag.
For components, I'm running a set of 42cm Woodchipper bars, 45/34T Salsa chainrings on a 10-speed Rival drivetrain, and Cane Creek Thudbuster ST post. I like the ergonomics that the angle of the hoods up top on the 'chippers offer. I'm also a fan of the control and confidence the drops provide for descending fast and loose stuff (I topped out at 45.6mph during the Almanzo). The tighter 11T jump in the front rings seems to work for my riding style, and if I can't climb it with the 34t, it ain't worth pedaling up to begin with. The Thudbuster is rad, and well worth the extra weight for saving my lower back. For wheels, I've got a set of DT 240 hubs laced with DT SuperComp spokes to ZTR Arch rims. I have also procured a 36t star-ratchet for the rear hub. Sah-weet! Currently these wheels are set up tubless with 42 Continental SpeedCross tires and I plan on keeping them that way. These things are fast and light!
For training I've been doing my regular 21-mile commute to work and back. That's 42 miles a day, 3 to 5 times a week. Friday's I usually meet the crew for breakfast, so I end up getting in 50 miles, and I've been out on a few 50 to 60-milers on the weekend. Other than that, I've been riding an Alternator Ala Carte at the local XC trails quite a bit, and also hitting up the dirt jumps. No sense killing my motivation to ride by pedaling myself into the ground on long weekend training rides when I get 120-200 miles in on the weekdays.
So that's my Vaya and my plan for the DK200. My goal is just to finish. 200 miles will be the longest pull I've ever taken in one sitting. I'm really looking forward to the adventure it is sure to be, and also to meet and ride with some new folks. Thanks for reading this far. I'll leave you with this parting thought and shot (taken during a shake down ride on my Vaya earlier this spring).
For this race I've chosen to ride my La Cruz disc. This bike is light and nimble, climbs well, and the disc brakes will give me a little extra confidence on the fast gravel descents of the Dirty Kanza 200.
The bike has a pretty standard CX build with a SRAM road group, 46/38T 'cross cranks and an 11-28 cassette.
Special DK upgrades are a Cane Creek Thudbuster ST post and Salsa Woodchipper bar.
The Thudbuster offers just over an inch of travel, which is enough squish to suck up the jolts and vibrations from the gravel roads. After a long day in the saddle my back feels much better when using the Thudbuster.
I use the Woodschipper bar because it offers multiple hand positions like a road bar but the shallow drops help keep my body weight centered on the bike for better handling on technical terrain. I ride my La Cruz a lot on our less technical local singletrack. This bar allows me to brake and shift better in the drops thus giving me more confidence while cornering.
Other special gear choices for the race are a frame pack for my hydration system and a stem bag for my food. Mounting my water to my frame takes the weight off my back, which reduces lower back stress and provides better ventilation. It might be awefully hot in Kansas. Using the stem bag for my nutrition makes it easier for me to snack throughout the race. For me I am always happiest when I am eating!
There you go folks, the cat's out of the bag and all my cards have been played. You have seen all my tricks. Now I have to rely on my solid fitness base from 5 solid months of commuting and 2 big races to get me through this epic journey. Wish me and the rest of the Dirty Six luck. Oh yeah, and don't forget Lucky 7 either. -Ryan
For my first Dirty Kanza 200 attempt, I'll once again be riding my trusty steed, the Chili Con Crosso.
This bike has served me pretty well in my last two gravel events, the Ragnarok 105 and Trans Iowa. I also just really enjoying riding this bike and back and forth to work because of its versatility. River bottoms home? Sure. Longer ride through Edina? Why not. Behind that shopping mall, through those people’s backyard, and then the secret trail next to the creek? Why not.
The SRAM Rival 'cross crankset and drivetrain keep my shifting dialed. While my Easton Orion II wheels keep me rolling. I also threw on a Cane Creek Thudbuster and my butt and back have been thanking me ever since. An old Salsa prototype stem plus FSA Omega handlebar keep things comfy up front and a Jandd frame bag help me keep most of the weight off my bike.
I stuffed the bag with a lot of food for the Trans Iowa and used my Camelback hydration pack to have enough fluid to go a full 100-miles without stopping. I really enjoy this setup and have to agree with Eki in that it doesn’t bother my back either and I enjoy the storage. I also have been running the Continental Speed cross tires and I think these are the ticket for fast rolling gravel races.
The Chili Con Crosso is the bike I'll be using in the Dirty Kanza 200 next weekend. It's fast, light and durable. I built my Chili specifically with gravel road racing in mind.
I'm running DT Swiss RR465 wheels with Chris King hubs and the Continental Speed tires help them roll real nice. Ultegra crankset and derailluers make up my drivetrain with a Salsa carbon Short & Shallow road bar to save some more weight. This bike fits me so well it feels like home when I'm on her.
I'll be running a 50/34 up front and will be absolutely loving the 50 when the hard pack shows up. The 10-speed cassette gives me a range that opens up tons of options for a variety of conditions.
There are a lot of mixed reviews about competing in ultra events with a hydration pack. However, I find that the weight on my back really doesn't bother me and the benefit I get out of the little extras I can stow away in the pack make it worth it. Also, having 100 ounces of fluid on me allows me to go long without the need for refueling.
Knowing my gear is good to go allows me to focus the majority of my efforts on nutritional needs. It all boils down to what's going in the tank. None of this matters if the guy on top can't make the machine go.
The Dirty Kanza takes place in a few weeks down in Emporia, Kansas. It is a 200-mile gravel grinder through an area called the Flint Hills. We're sending the Dirty Six...plus Lucky Seven...to take it on.
Each of these guys has his own motivations, and his own fears, for this event. Today they introduce themselves, their goals for the DK 200.
The Dirty Six
Eki - I've thought about the Dirty Kanza 200 for a few years now and have always viewed the race as one of the pioneers of gravel road racing. Having completed the Trans Iowa twice I knew the DK was always on my horizon.
My goals for this year's race are simple; finish, be in the break, and have fun! I've found that overcomplicating a race with detailed goals only leads to disappointment. I believe in the 'keep it simple' plan.
However, my hopes for the race do become a bit more detailed. I hope my 'dark times' do not resemble black holes and their duration is short. I hope to be positioned in such a way during the closing miles that a podium spot is possible. Finally, I hope to finish with a smile on my face, a few slaps on the back, and one more successful adventure under my belt.
Gnat - Over the course of the last month lots of folks have been asking me. “Why would you ride 200 miles of gravel in Kansas?” On the surface, it appears to be a great question. However, my response is more of “Why wouldn’t you?” Over the course of the last 3 years I’ve developed a real passion for solitude, gravel and natural beauty. I think the DK200 and Kansas has mile after mile of those things.
Beyond those these things called out above, I’m doing it to push myself further than I’ve gone before. I’ve never ridden 200 miles in one day. In all honesty, finishing may be a challenge for me. However, the anticipated feeling of finishing and accomplishment outweigh my fears.
What is Gnat’s bike choice and set up for the event?
I’ve never been known to do things halfway so when I decided to do this event, I set out to build a purpose-built bike. This bike will take on the DK and another un-named event I hope to one day complete. It is a pretty amazing bike. I could write for hours on end about why I did what I did and chose what I chose when designing the bike. However, at the moment, I simply want to share a couple of pictures.
My set up for the DK is ever changing. I’m still tweaking and tuning. I have one goal though, to get as much weight off of me and onto the bike as possible. The DK is long and grueling and taking weight off the body is critical for me to manage my fatigue.
Sean - Growing up in Tennessee, we would travel to Kansas once a year to visit my dad’s family. I always loved Kansas because it was so much different than Tennessee. I love east Kansas and its limestone hills and huge bald plains. Last fall when I found out there was a race through this same area I knew I had to do it!
I’ll be riding a completely taken apart and put back together Chili Con Crosso. The Trans Iowa this year reeked havoc on my drivetrain and hubs. I had to replace the front hub bearings and put a new chain on it just because of the TI. I think the highlights of the bike are: very lightweight (especially for a 60cm), Cane Creek ST thudbuster, and Conti speed tires. The Jandd frame bag I have works pretty well too.
I feel like my fitness has continued to increase this spring especially now that I’m rubbing elbows in the local road and criterium races. I think I would enjoy just getting to stay with the leaders like Joe Meiser, Tim Ek, Charlie Farrow, Ryan Horkey, Charlie Tri, and anyone else that’s fast (you know who you are, I could name off quite a few people now that I’ve done the Trans Iowa!). I mean honestly what a great group of guys to ride with just because of the quality of the people, and also because of how strong they are and how they push me. I hope to stay with them as long as possible, hopefully finishing with them, and to also enjoy the beautiful scenery of east Kansas.
Joe - My goal is a sub 13-hour finish. I'll be riding my La Cruz Ti prototype.
I'm scared of what the road surface is like. I keep hearing these stories of these flint shard roads and I know that flint makes good knives in a pinch!
Ryan - I'm doing the DK200 because I got bored doing 20 to 30-mile XC races and started enjoying long 100 to 200-mile road rides. I want a race that will stretch my limits and take me out of my comfort zone. I don't know exactly how my body will react to the stress of a 200-mile race. I enjoy the preparation and strategy (as rudimentary as it may be) of planning my nutrition, carrying gear, etc.
I will be riding a steel La Cruz with disc brakes, Woodchipper bar, SRAM group, Cane Creek Thudbuster ST, and 35mm tires. I will also be showing off my new full custom map holder by ZipLock!
My goal is to finish strong with the lead group. I know there is a handful of accomplished riders starting the race along with the very capable Salsa contingent, so the pace should be fast. If can finish in the top ten I will be very pleased.
PK - For myself, the DK is way to experience a completely different aspect of bicycle riding than I typically pursue, and also to see where my limits are. I want to see if I can ride that far in one take. I’ve only ever ridden 2 century rides and nothing longer. The first included a 1.5 hour lunch break, plus a Dairy Queen stop at mile 85, so it was hardly 100 miles straight. The second was just a couple weekends ago at this year’s Almanzo 100. My average idea of a “long ride” is from the top of the Garbanzo chair back down to Whistler village. “Hydration” usually means riding across the street from the DJs to grab a ‘Dew at the convenience store. This whole “gravel racing” thing is a bit outside my normal scope and I’m looking forward to getting up-close and personal with it for a few hours.
For the DK, I’ll be pushing the same setup I used in the Almanzo: A proto Vaya frame with Woodchippers, a Canecreek Thudbuster ST and a set of DT 240 hub'd wheels, setup tubeless with 42mm rubber. I’ll likely be using the same configuration of frame bags with H20 bladder as well. That seemed to work really well for the Almanzo where I went the full 100 self-supported. I like having nothing on my back. With the ability to refuel at the DK check-points, it should be even easier in terms of carrying “enough” food and water. The extra 100 miles? I’ll just have find out….
And finally...Lucky Seven...Matt - This will be my third Dirty Kanza 200. My best finish in the race was fifth place in 2008. I wasn't able to compete in the 2009 event due to a friend's wedding, so I'm looking forward to being back in Emporia toeing the line in a couple weeks.
I'm choosing my Salsa Vaya for the 'Kanza, as it's the perfect combination of speed and strength for the demanding Kansas Flint Hills course, based on my experience. In my first two 'Kanza finishes, I was on an El Mariachi in '07 and a La Cruz in '08, and I went three hours faster on the La Cruz. I know this year the field is stacked with talent, so I'll be very happy if I end up in the top ten, but am also realistic enough to know that might be optimistic.
As long as I have fun, ride hard and finish, I'll be proud and happy, as everyone that finishes this awesome 200-mile event should be.
The Almanzo 100, my third race of the spring gravel classics. The season is in full swing now. The competition shows up stronger due to the later race date and opportunity for better weather. With the founding of the AGRS, riders who traditionally wouldn’t make their way to southern Minnesota for a grassroots 100-mile race, do make their way. This year, with a larger field, a new host town, and near perfect weather the Almanzo 100 was exceptional!
I usually start to lose focus after the Trans Iowa . This year was no different. I have other things on my mind. Hosting the Chequamegon 100 and TransWisconsin is exciting, but doesn’t come without late nights. I’ve still been riding plenty, but I haven’t been resting much. My La Cruz Ti was still in pieces 7 days before the race. The mud and sand in Iowa dictated that I tear it down to the bare frame, replace the BB, and check all the other details. Wednesday night, before the race, I finally got it back together, but the rain had been falling for three days straight. I was reluctant to ride my freshly cleaned bike in the rain and grit. I held off until Friday morning to give it a shakedown ride, hoping I’d uncover any shifting issues, or loose hardware.
Saturday morning I set my alarm for 5:15am. I woke up at 5:45, the planned pickup time that Miker, Paul, and I agreed upon. Fortunately, planned pickup times always end up 10 minutes later than stated. I made coffee and put my granola in a container to go. I had packed the night before and put all my gear by the door. In the process of packing Friday night I realized I didn’t have much in the way of nutrition for the event. The good fellas at Angry Catfish, here in South MPLS saved me with their generosity and my nutritional needs were fulfilled.
We arrived in Spring Valley around 8:15, perfect timing for checking in and getting our gear in order. I procured outside support for the 40-mile mark in Preston, MN, the one place where outside support was allowed. The start was relaxing with race promoter Chris Skogen pacing us on a moped out of town. The peloton hit the gravel and that was the end of relaxing. The pace ratcheted up quickly, but the lead group was fairly large and most everyone took turns pulling.
Ten miles in, on the descent down to Masonic Park on Co Rd 38 I received a wake up call. My head wasn’t in the game and I knew it. I’d been feigning focus and getting away with it because the pace wasn’t hard enough to require it. At the bottom of the descent into Masonic Park was a 90° turn that I hadn’t anticipated. My eyes watered up on the descent and my tires broke loose. It was too late to brake and scrub speed, but I was far enough outside that I could keep my line wide, stay upright, and most importantly, not take anyone else out. Fortunately for me, there was a grassy berm on the outside of turn. Perhaps it was built for just such an occasion. Further back in the 300-rider pack, there was a nasty crash that sent one to the hospital with a concussion and some gnarly road rash. I should have been paying attention.
I focused internally for the next few miles. Regrouping, riding conservatively on the downhills, and getting my head together. Brian and Kim Eppen, on their tandem, began to attack on the descents. The chase group would regain them on the climbs and I figured this is how it would go. I’ve attempted to pace tandems in the past and the rhythm of a tandem just doesn’t match that of a single bicycle. They are typically fast on the descents and slower on the climbs. Around mile 30 the Eppens attacked hard. Five riders went with them, I stayed back. When I realized that they in fact would not be coming back to the chase group it was too late. I found myself riding alone, chasing, but not making any ground. I was only burning up energy. I thought that if I could just get on I could stay on, but I soon realized that if I chased to get on I would be spent.
The chase formed up with Jesse Rietz, Troy Krause, Ben Doom, Nick Martin, John Struchyinksi, and myself. At mile 40 we quickly re-supplied. I dropped my two empty bottles for three fresh bottles. We would occasionally see the lead group up the road, but weren’t gaining on them at all. Slowly, the chase group was whittled down to Troy, Ben, Nick, and me. We reached the 60-mile checkpoint. I grabbed my cues, dropped an empty bottle and rolled on through. I climbed out of Forestville Mystery Cave State Park solo, and caught up with Dirk Rettig. He was the first of the lead group to be shelled in the jet wash (yes, this is a Top Gun reference!) of the Eppens. I was beginning to cramp at this point, but pushed to catch Dirk. As I approached him, it was clear that he had been worked over. A fate I surely would have suffered had I got on the back of that train.
I rolled by myself, taking a short rest, recovering from the cramps and hoping that some of the chase would regroup. The only rider in sight was Nick Martin. As we reconnected he said “It’s just you and me from here on out”. It was confidence building to know that the strategic move not to place a drop bag would give the advantage. Nick and I began taking turns at the front, rolling off after short pulls, not saying much. As we approached a small township a confused rider appeared ahead of us. He was searching for water and found a hose to fill with. That rider was Geoff Perrill, owner of Geoff’s Bikes in Iowa City, IA. He was the second of the lead group to be shelled by the Eppens.
He chased on and introduced himself and quickly the three of us fell in line. It was clear that Nick and Geoff had ridden together. They new each other’s rhythm and I just tried to fit in. Our pace slowed between the 80 to 90-mile markers. The hills had taken their toll and we had a couple still left to climb on the out and back connector back into Spring Valley. We could hardly be called a chase group at this point as we eased up a bit and had short introductory conversations. At the 90-mile marker we began to ratchet the pace back up again. The big climbs were complete, but then we had to cut back through Masonic Park, where I vowed to punch Chris Skogen upon finishing. He loves this deep cut in the rolling landscape of southern Minnesota. It’s an ideal spot for a picnic.
Finishes at these races are never the epic sprints that some might expect. Geoff indicated that he would not be sprinting. Nick and I never had the conversation. Really, what’s the difference between 4th and 5th if you finish at the same time anyway? We ratcheted up the pace and I expected Nick to come around me. To put it simply, I’m not built for sprinting. I sometimes wonder if there is a fast twitch muscle in my body. Much to my surprise we stayed in line as we came across the finish line.
Chris Skogen is a class act guy. As we circled back to the finish line he stopped and shook each one of our hands and told me, “Welcome back Joe. Nice riding”. I indulged in the Coca-Cola and Peanut Butter cookies provided by Bicycle Sports in Rochester, MN next to the finish line after the race. As riders came in I watched Chris welcome each and every one of them back. Almanzo 100 is an incredible grass roots event. It is clear that Chris pours his heart and soul into crafting this experience. I know that he couldn’t do it without the help of his family and friends, and the volunteers at the checkpoint and finish line making sure every rider has a great experience.
I’m satisfied and proud of my performance at this year’s Almanzo. A finish time of 5:30 is the fastest 100-miler I’ve done to date in any discipline. My nutrition plan worked well and my body responded to the stress. I was able to recover from my early race funk, get focused and stay focused. Most importantly I learned a few things and had fun! This race helped boost my confidence for the upcoming Chequamegon 100 and the Dirty Kanza in early June.
Almanzo tried to kill me. Well, not really. It just seemed like it tried to kill me.
I'm sure you've had similar days on the bike. But perhaps you haven't. Maybe you never will.
This year's Almanzo 100 course was stellar. Beautiful scenery encompassed the 100-mile lollipop of gravel. GPS toters returned with a registered 6800 feet of climbing.
For me the day quickly turned into an exhibition of prolonged suffering. Numerous farmers along the course broke into spontaneous applause at the site of my quivering calves. I'm sure many wondered if it was a 'slow race' or 'whether they are allowed to ride up the hills or not?'.
But as they supposedly say...what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
And as Joe, who placed 4th on the day said, 'I suffered too. It was just a different kind of suffering.' Joe finished in 5:26:27.
Rob finished in 45th place about one hour later, easily surpassing his goal of finishing in the top third.
Pete arrived just 7 minutes later, 6:37:06...now he's talking about trading in his fullface helmet and flat pedals and going 'all gravel, all the time'.
Burton beat the 7 hour mark. 6:53:54 with only the food and drink he had with him when he left the start line.
Tanner unfortunately had to drop as his bad back flared up. He'll be back though. Because remember, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
If it looks like gravel and it smells like gravel and it...
This fine video production comes from North Central Cyclery, the Salsa dealer in DeKalb, Illinios. They've got a gravel grinder event coming up and put this together to spread the word. If you enjoy the video I'm sure you will enjoy the ride.
The Almanzo 100 takes place this coming Saturday in southeastern Minnesota. It is one of many gravel races that have come to fruition in these parts and may have been the most influential in generating a 'Minnesota gravel scene'. A bunch of us are doing it this year. We've all chosen our weapons and have them dialed, semi-dialed, or in Joe's case...not dialed at all at this point!
The other day I was reading Charlie Farrow's blog and he had this bit about whether or not this was the Golden Age of Endurance Racing. It might sound funny at first, but in many ways I think it is.
Many years ago, and in what seems like another life, I promoted the Chi Chi's Salsa Series. It was Minnesota's off-road point series, and if I do say so myself...it was done pretty well. I've been out of that game for a long time now. Others put on the current Minnesota off-road series, individual races, road races, track events, alleycats, and what I'd call the newest development: gravel races.
Interestingly enough there was a gravel road race about 8 or 9 years ago just north of the Twin Cities. It was all gravel which was cool, but it used a multi-lap format. Laps of 12 or 15 miles or whatever it happened to be were certainly convenient, but it lacked a certain sense of adventure that today's gravel events entail.
These days, events like the Almanzo 100, Ragnarok 105, Barry-Roubaix, CIRREM/AGRS, Dirty Kanza, and Heck Of The North present racers (and riders) with a start line, some cue sheets, and a finish line. In between those points the riders pile on the gravel miles, sometimes with support, but often without it. You can find a great list of these events from all across the country at Gravel Grinder News.
For some folks these are true races. They fight to be in the lead group and battle for the win. They have the motivation, desire, and yes...FITNESS...to try to win.
For others, like myself, these are true rides. We get to spend a long day on the bike (which can be a rather rare occurance unfortunately) in a new area, just enjoying the ride, and working to finish.
I mentioned earlier that I thought the Almanzo has perhaps been the most influential of these rides in our area. It takes place early in the season by Minnesota standards...but not too early. It is free, despite being extremely well organized by a passionate promoter, Chris Skogen.
Two years ago, the Almanzo had 100 riders or so. This year it has some 450 registered. Still free. Still well organized. Still set up as a 'hey, you are on your own out there' type of ride. That's pretty impressive if you think about it.
Thanks Chris for really adding something to our cycling scene!
More than a few of us will be toeing the line on Salsa's this Saturday. Here is a bit from each of us about our weapon of choice, and what we're hoping to accomplish.
Kid - I've already said it above, but my goal is simply to enjoy a nice long ride. I might suffer a bit this year as I'm not sure how prepared I am for 100 miles of gravel. Two years ago I did this ride on a Casseroll singlespeed but this year I'm calling upon my flatbar Fargo with gears. I moved my lighter wheel set over to it for the event and have some brand spankin' new WTB Vulpine tires loaded.
Pete - Vaya with a 2x10 SRAM setup, 'chippers, Cane Creek Thudbuster ST. For me, this is a shakedown ride in preparation for the Dirty Kanza 200.
Tanner - Fargo singlespeed 32 x 16, purple ano accents, Woodchipper 46cm bar, WTB Pathway 700x38 tires. My goal? Take down Joe Meiser! ...or just finish.
Burton - La Cruz. Jandd frame bag to hold 80 oz of water, a proto of the Salsa bottle cage on the back of the downtube, and a well-worn Brooks saddle. Goal for the event: Do it completely self-supported, no drop bag, no stops for water. Eat real food. Finish under 7:30. Not wreck my lower back. And thoroughly enjoy myself...I don't get out for 7+ hours on the bike very often these days!
Rob - Chili Con Crosso with 35 SB8. Although I'm going to bring some different tires along and make a decision the morning of the race depending on how soft the roads are. I'd like to finish in the upper 1/3.
Joe - La Cruz Ti proto. It's been my go-to for every one of these races over the last couple of years. nice set of carbon clinchers laced to DT240 hubs. SRAM Rival. My favorite Salsa handlebar of all time, the Bell Lap. Ti seatpost with WTB SST saddle. My goal is always to finish. I'm planning on being in the lead group unless I have a mechanical or a flat that puts me further back. I'm thinking the lead group will be quite large with a 450 rider field this year. We may have to make an early move to get away and stay away.
To any readers who are riding a Salsa in the Almanzo, try to find me in the parking area before the event. I'd like to snap a photo of you with your bike for our website. -Kid
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