NCCX 3 – Hawksnest

Today’s ride is from Boone, NC, up through Seven Devils, to watch a cyclocross race at Hawksnest. A defunct ski resort. Andrew didn’t have room in his car for two people with bikes and all of his race stuff, but really, we wanted to tackle this climb and would have done so even if he had the room.



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11 miles to the base in a headwind on rollers and then about 3 miles up. One short downhill, no false flats, a little under 3 miles of pavement, and nearly 1200 feet of elevation change. An average grade of 8.1% resulting in a very hard Category 3 climb bordering on Category 2. At the top, ready to be done, we arrive at the day’s cyclocross race, 4200 feet above sea level. NCCX #3 @ Hawksnest aka Spooky Cross. A course of off camber sandy slopes, a pump track, a this year dry, last year muddy, run up. Challenging technical turns. A dynamic race paired with good music and free food.


Will Black and the leaders running away from the field and over the pump track.


The follow group trying to keep the time gap from growing.

MSG Series #5: Scary Cross

Pictures from the MSG Series #5 Cyclocross Race in Johnson City, TN.



Dr. Peter D. Rubijono*

Another good day with Hans Poot (aka Ruby, Pete, Peter, etc) and his sister Juliann. Today is the day we watch Pete, and a bunch of other people, race. Lots of course tape, a couple of obstacles, and a ramp which looks like it was stolen from a skate park. A grass roots race on the grass. A typical Texas CX race, clean and dry. Not the normal sludge slugging match one expects from the north east.

On the first lap out, the front brake on Pete’s Ridley has decided it doesn’t want to play nice. He keeps going, drifting his rear wheel around corners, waiting for the pack to get strung out a bit more. Finally, on lap four, he runs in for a bike hand off. A one person exchange. I get the brake fixed on his A bike, a slipped cable, and am ready to re-swap a half lap later. We set for a two person drop. Matt catches his spare and he runs the Ridley out of my hands. Smooth and easy.





Unfortunately tonight is our last night with Hans Poot. The gentleman who met us at the baggage claim and then drove us to our first host house in a wood paneled 1993 Buick Century while plying us with thermoses of various hot teas. Tomorrow we depart from our arrival city and ride to Old Lyme. Hans has decided to come along and make it a trio for part of the first stage. 30 miles or so before turning around and heading to work. Unless, that is, we are able to keep him entertained and distracted so he forgets he has somewhere else to be.

* not a real doctor