Timbuk2 4th of July alleycat, SF, 04 Jul 98


men:

1. the Right Reverend Jim Kaiser
2. Shawntre 333 (bumped down on manifest errors, and denied the ticket to dc! ouch!)
3. Tom Finlay (dms management guy, in from new zealand, and sucking all the right wheels! whatever else i may say about dms tom, fucking brillant job there.)
4. Joel Metz
5. Aaron (top 1-speed)
6. John Z
7. Devlin
8. Rob
9. B
10. Jack Anderson
11. Brandon L.
12. Jon R.
13. Clive
14. Erik "Sure King" Zo
15. Jason Whitehead
16. Norm Laird
17. Stefan
18. Stan
19. Lars
20. Rafeal
21. Eriq
22. Kwai
23. 199 Joe
24. Pat - who took a cab to the finish & pulled his shorts up too high

women:

1. Megan (the only woman to completely finish the course out of a meager 9 starters - megan missed the checkpoint volunteers at south park (they were gone when she got there, came into t2, got the alleys from grey and went back and did them! thats determination!)
2. Maria (1st fixed gear!)
disgruntled and hassled in the projects: Wendy Fallin/Emory/Bridget May
broken chain: Lisa Ramsey

special tandem class:

1st & last: Karry & Chris

45 starters - 32 finishers

timbuk2s party was, well, fucking NUTS...

grey put together a *fantastically* long and difficult alleycat, p-roj and t2 put together a great party, beer flowed freely and people got, well, crazy.

the race started around 745-8ish. format worked something like this. grey gave the 1st checkpoint at the start, which was the name of an alley. somewhere on that alley was the next alleys name on a sticker. some of the alleys had secondary questions like "how many pictures are in the window of #21?" and the like. after 9 alleys like this, leading us from the bayshore area to the mission district, then way out by anza, then into the fillmore and then north beach, we had to rush back into south park in soma to pick up part 2! part 2 was a list of 6 tiny alleys downtown, each of which had a word on a sticker somewhere in it. we were to collect all 6 words, make a poem from them, and then head back to the finish @ t2. i think some people may have split up and done the poem part in teams (cheaters :) ).

total race course time for the winners was around 2 hours 20 minutes!!! course mileage was estimated at somewhere between 28 and 35 miles! as far as i know, it was the *longest* alleycat i can remember having been in in sf... most of the races end up being about 15-20 miles... and grueling in terms of hills we had to deal with - we hit the top of potrero hill and messed around up top of lombard as well... not to mention having to run from checkpoint 4(?) to checkpoint 5, which was all the way across town from the mission to north of the panhandle... and north beach on the 4th is HELL.

couple people got tickets, couple people got chased by angry motorists, and the womens race got totally screwed up when a large chunk of the women got chased around on potrero hill or something like that... but in the end, the basic finishing order was as above.

the party just got crazier and crazier from that point on, culminated in sf finest being called on some local homies for *trashed* jack andersons sweet new all-campy bianchi for no reason (after hed ridden out from kansas to be here for this), and nearly started a full-scale street fight with us - absolutely fucking NUTS. bands were great, beer was great, tons of people spilling out all over the street - i pity the t2 crew for what they had to clean up in the morning... we had party-crashers of the worst description... but all is well in the end...

as for myself, i pulled 4th officially, the first person across the line actually wearing a messenger bag, and beating a large chunk of the road racing crew cause they were standing around at the end of treat street trying to figure out what their poems were going to be and whee grey was in the crowd of people while i just rode straight into the crowd, having written my poem on the way down harrison st, and found grey in the middle of the mess. (gloat gloat gloat)

full results and all that should happen monday sometime - grey was drunk out of his skull and completely incapable of announcing and/or giving out prizes, but i know theres tons of swag, so hell sober up today and figure things out, i suppose :)

ahhhhhh... alleycat racing.