Saturday night we had the 2nd Mooseknuckler Cup. Cole Gibbons’ name is now permanently written on the cup. Cole races for the USU Cycling team. Ben Abbot did not show up to defend his thrown and lost out.

Cole, from what I hear I never saw him on the course, was off the front pretty quick. I think the exact words were, “He was hauling ass.” I didn’t note the order of people arriving this time around so I can’t tell you exactly who took what place. We did have a lot more people on fixies this time around. There were only three people on coasties compared to two people on fixies and everyone else on coasties last time.

The route consisted of two laps and three objectives. The alley cats had to touch the east side of the temple fence, the north entrance of Fred Smith’s and ride through the parking lot of the Hispanic grocer on 1st west. And they had to do each twice. It turned out that riding the course clockwise was faster than the way I went. Who would’ve thought?

We had our first female alley feline finish the race. Speedy’s wife Eugena started it last time around but flatted out and didn’t complete the race. Christy Jensen completed the race Saturday night, so she wins the most feminine knuckle award.

Anson showed up on his downhill rig. He was right behind the Golden “K”nuckle and myself for the first two obstacles but then parted ways to find his own path in life. Apparently he was a little confused as to the location of the Hispanic grocer and headed down main street searching for a restaurant. I think he probably rode the longest distance but didn’t complete the course. He got the DFL award for effort.

Seeing that we actually had fixed gear riders this time around, we were able to have some skidding contests and a track stand circus. Christy was supposed to be the judge but never declared anyone a winner. We did have a skid to barrel roll that was quite spectacular and I will now declare that he won the skid contest but I’m withholding his name to protect the innocent.

Paul was waiting with his bike when we got back. He had shown up a bit late and rode around trying to find us. He thought we would be riding the same course as last time and was looking in that vicinity. I have to give this award out just cuz I can so, Paul Ashcroft wins the Paul Ashcroft award, hands down no contest.

Well, it was a lot of fun and the race will be on again in a month. Get your fix on and train and we’ll see you in January.

Peace. Love. and Revolution.