pics from the 3rd annual Chicken Crit
the annual Chicken Crit has come and gone……once again i drew up enough courage to ride the tyke bike as did almost twenty others. I probably shouldn’t have rode and just sat my arse to the sidelines to officiate ; ) as i ended up scoring one of my roughest crashes of the year and also managed to come across the finish line with my shoelaces completely wrapped up on my pedal spindle…….thinking back i don’t think that’s happened to me since i was about 6 years old. Oh well……the things that happen when you tip a few back.
So here’s the race wrap up……Dillon, our good pal from Missoula was easily the fastest thing on 16″ wheels but with a slight self made course modification he earned a DISQUALIFICATION !!!! Thats right…you heard me correct, first time ever in CC history. But don’t worry…… Dillon more than made up for it by being one of the first to go down the cattle ramp, sacked up for the fire jump and easily had the finest dress attire of the bunch (allthough B George’s embroidered shirt made for a close second). But anyway……that gave Hamilton’s very own Tim ” Big Kahuna” Buhl the victory. And we all know how he deserved it……he trained hard all year. Ate the right foods and substained from alcohol and sex. We’re proud of ya timmie. Hot on tim’s wheel was my beautiful wife Tracy……she was smoking fast and she made pedaling the small bike look natural. Third place was taken by Lance….very well done sir !
AND……the offical standings:
1 – Tim “BK” Buhl 51sec
2 – Tracy D 54sec
3 – Lance P 57sec
4 – Chaybo 1.01
5 – B George 1.03
6 – Dan Gager-bomber 1.07
7 – Alaska Jim 1.08
8 – Cassie 1.10
9 – the flying kiwi Warwick 1.13
10 – Shrek 1.16
11 – Dean the machine 1.20
12 – Jeff 1.23
12 – Shiela 1.23
14 – Jerome 1.26
15 – Thomas 2.18
and a few pics before, during and after:
cass & tra
yours truely laying out the course and the rules (which changed by the minute)
the course……first you had to chug a brew, and then thread your way down the cattle ramp. Once safely down the ramp you headed off into darkness and around the barn.
if you were lucky enough to make it this far, eventually you were guided by the light of the bonfire, a bunch of hecklers and small jump
gotta love this photo, which gives “trusting in your partner” a new meaning.
after you got past the jump you headed around the power line that Jenny tried taking out with her subie and then back down the road and across the teeter-totter from. A few more feet past this and you arrived at the finish…..and if you made it around the course without crashing you were one of the few. Easy to do……if you didn’t par-take in the socializin’ : )
and a few other noteable pics, the hecklers:
campfire hucking gone bad