With the start of February came the start of Not So Friendly Laps hosted by Corey the Courier. If you dont know what NSFL is then you are clearly missing out. Its a unsanctioned race that takes place in Prospect and Central parks. Unfortunately we have yet to race in central park 🤔. Brooklynites not willing to travel I guess. Every Tuesday and Thursday for the month of February you can catch some of New Yorks best and realist cyclists racing it out in the frigid cold.
This Past Thursday we had the third installment of the series. I was on a mission. It was below freezing outside the park which only means its way colder in the park. 920pm rolled around and racers take the line. I was especially hyped when I saw two of my rivals pull up.
Corey said GO and they were off. First lap had Dazie Holt Jacksonville native pulling the entire field. Once the blood and legs started flowing constant lead changes were happening. I threw an early attack and was able to break away from the field. A minute into the break, I was caught by the hard working trio of Doug, a cop, and Vincent. I was displeased with this, started to work with them in attempts to catch them sleeping again.
On the third lap I time a perfect attack on the climb in Prospect Park. Not looking back once, I was able to build another gap but this time only Vince was able to catch a wheel. Vince and I started taking turns pulling and increased the gap with every lap. Lap 4 15sec gap, lap 5 30 second, lap 6 50sec, it didnt seem like that gap was big enough. Coming into the downhill I asked Tijon and Kenji how big the gap was? They yell back ya already won! This was not enough for me as I started sprinting. The race was now only between Vince and me.
Coming into the final lap Vince went for the Prime which left a slight opening. Knowing Vince would have to recover after the Prime, this was the opportunity to seize the race. I launched another attack and was gone!
Congrats to Vince and Doug for podium as well as happy birthday to Doug.
What’s really good peeps of the culture! Yesterday we at Cat 6 Chismes hosted the 2nd annual DeadEnd Alleycat. What a perfect day Mother Nature gave us here in NYC. The start took place once again by the bike entrance of the 59 bridge (Manhattan side). This year the crew did not play any games as it was a 2pm hard start. Gotta change the game if you know what we mean.
We had a great turn out as we had almost 30 people in attendance including those who raced, helped out with checkpoints and those there just to spectate and have fun with the chismosos. 2pm hit and Gabe sent them off. Racers in confusion went to Spokesman Cycles to get the manifest only no one was there. In what would have been a great April Fools prank, Jason was waiting with manifest at the Roosevelt Ferry. Racers finally saw and made contact with Jason and the race was officially underway.
Jason and Gabe planned the manifest together and made the checkpoints form a 6 in Manhattan. Racers dash and sprinted from Circles Lines down to lower Manhattan, back up to Harlem, and finally ended in El Barrios 113th and 2nd ave.
Photo from @hi8media
We had no idea when doing the manifest that the 2nd Women March would coincide with the date of the alleycat (shouts to all identifying women). This was mayhem for the racers as they had to cross the march twice.
We decided to hit the midway checkpoint to hangout and get a feel as to who were in contention. We get a call from Frank and Pedro who held down the LES checkpoint that Alex and James were 1 and 2 moving. As we get excited to see them arriving Jason checks the gram and see James upload a vid of him getting a flat. We are crushed to see young Macay get his second flat in back to back Deadend Alleycats. Come out next year, third time is the charm.
We see Alex pull up all a lone and with the ill lead on the rest of the pack. Routing and being lucky was the key to the victory. Alex is off for the second time to deal with the march.
The rest of the squad started heading to the finish to see when Alex will arrive. When Alex does show up he comes in with an incomplete manifest since his phone died before he could take the selfie at Riverbank State Park. Jason gave him the dreadful news of having to go back and take the selfie. Shouts to Tyler who lent his battery pack to an exhausted Alex and Alex was off again.
We start receiving news that more people are showing up to the check point before Riverbank. We start to wonder if Alex still has this in the bag. Minutes later we see Alex pulling up again this time with phone and photo in hand.
Alex is your Deadend Alleycat 2 champ. What an amazing day for the community and for those who participated. Super shouts to Chrome and Sun&Air/King Kog for hooking up the race with swag.
Photos by Freeagent Frank, Kyle Thompson, Jason, The Dropouts
Yerrrrrr, yesterday was race day here in Queens, New York thanks to Keith Garrison as well as King Kog/Sun&Air. I’ve only raced a handful of CX races over the past couple of years, but from what I understand there hasn’t been cross racing in the city since Hurricane Sandy. Yo, that sucks b. When I think of sports and their accessibility it always makes me shed a single thug tear. In order for folks to develop their skills they need to be provided with facilities that accommodate their goals. Cyclocross is easily my favorite kind of cycling at this stage in my life, but I’ve always been a BMX’er. Part of riding bmx when I was growing up was recognizing the limits of your locale. Not having a car meant you couldn’t develop outside of your immediate city or town. To be a cylocross rider in NYC means virtually the same thing. Not having a car severely reduces your odds of racing should you live in NYC. Now of course I know about the one or two races a year you can take the bus to, but the only problem is when you’re a beginner like myself, your race is often the first of the day. Talk about a rough start! So to get back on track, no cx in the city since Sandy, along comes local bad ass, Keith Garrison, who I’m pretty sure worked with Austin Horse on the inaugural Rainey Park race last year on New Years Eve. I’ll never forget it, I was on the island of Coron out in the Philippines when it all went down. Enough about last year, I know why you’re here.
Yo I love the race predictor! If this is how we determine call ups, I’m with the shits. After yesterday I only need one more CX race and I can voluntarily move to the 4’s. I actually applied for an upgrade prior to this race because I wanted to race both single speed and a standard category. Since I’ve only done 2 races there’s no way they would upgrade me. This meant I’d be racing a 40 minute race at 9:30 with the single speed group and a 30 minute race with the category 5 group at 10:15. I wanted to race the ss because I knew I’d be in there with guys who race on the pro level, but I wanted to race wit the 5’s so I could have a chance of getting on the podium. Well, I got everything I asked for. And the muthafuckin’ race predictor got both races right. I’m starting to think there’s some brujeria going on over there.
As I mentioned the single speed race was set to begin at 9:30AM. I linked up with Young Pedro around 8AM and we rode over to Sal, Chris & Charlie’s in Astoria for that good jelly & cream cheese roll n a coffee. When we got to the park the course was already taped off and a couple of brave souls were having at the frozen snow covered path. Totally manageable but surprisingly difficult. Regardless, by the time 9:30 rolled around there was a clear line. The defined line was 18″ wide max, meaning any sort off passing was going to be done out in the unforgiving snow. What a game of tactics, I always forget about the casual contact in cross racing, especially during the beginning of the race. When you don’t expect it you might feel like you got the puck in a game of hockey. All things aside, I knew I was in a race with some savages. I stayed in the top three for the first two laps then slowly fell off. I was kind of over dressed but I refused to wear less clothes in that kind of cold. The barriers were right after a quick u-turn and insanely difficult to ride. I don’t know if anyone else tried or succeeded in riding them but it wasn’t happening for me. I rolled the dice on maybe the second lap and tried to ride them. I made it over the first successfully but had to stop and dismount before the second. The section on the backside was a true test; after the barriers there were two off camber climbs, followed by a stair climb, then a gnarly curb at the bottom of a decent which led you into a long climb with Belgian barriers. Sheeeeeesh, that shit was tiring bruh! Long story long, race predictor was correct, I took 6th place.
I had big hopes for this race to say the least. Everyone likes to put on for they squad. I know that my team went super hard at Kissena this season and did they thing so I just wanted to do right by them and their efforts. Before the decision to split the 4/5 field into two separate races, I was on the waitlist for that race and registered for the single speed. Knowing I was going to be racing this race, I think I held back in the SS a little. Not like that would have changed the result, but it made the SS a warm up for the 5 race, n boy was I warm. Came out of the prologue in the 2 position and never looked back. By the time we got to the back end of the course I was already in a fluid rhythm with the course. I knew how fast to take certain turns and where to conserve energy. As soon as we made that first left and started the climb towards the Belgain barriers, I knew that was my feasting ground and I was going to eat up all the seconds right there. I finessed those barriers so clean spectators started calling me a sandbagger.
Dude, thanks for the compliment! Honestly, I think that’s beautiful, someone thinks so highly of you they believe you should be in a higher category than you are. As I mentioned, I applied for an upgrade before the race and was declined because I’ve only raced twice prior to Sunday. So there I was, way off the front and relentlessly pushing myself to see what I was made of. I got some great advice from my teammate Gio, “Give a hundred two times… Show Cisco what Cisco’s made of.”
It’s amazing what the human body is capable of. In the single speed race all the homies and my teammates were cheering me on but in the 5 race, the sideline was pretty silent, I guess they didn’t think I needed any help with that one, haha. I ended up finishing with a 55 second gap.
By the last two laps I was the guy lapping people getting the wave by from other competitors. That shit felt amazing, you know, hard work and focus paying off. Shouts to the race predictor for holding me down yet again.
Much love to the lil homie Young Pedro for racing the SS race as well as winning the junior race! Mans never raced cross and did two races back to back on a Brooklyn Machine Works, running long reach road calipers. Keep your eyes on the next generation people.
Which brings me to my final note, do it for the kids y’all. I hope more kids like Pedro become involved in racing and more racing is organized in metropolitan areas like New York City. The more we get these kids outside and connected the better communities we’ll build. If you don’t take the time to teach them something good, someone will take the time to teach them something bad. Each one teach one, let’s build!
As many of you know I (jason) am a hypebeast for cycling videos. Ive gone down a pretty deep rabbit hole when it comes to it. Enough to say I think I have seen everything cycling video related since 2013. Anything you can think of I seen it from alleycats to documentaries.
Thanks to Cisco we got to have Terry Barentsen on the podcast and talk a little about cycling and what Terry is doing to keep our sub culture alive. Well after the interview Terry and I got together to shoot! This is what came out as I got to spend the day riding around with Terry from El Barrio to BK. Thanks so much and deff go subscribe to Terrys Youtube channel to stay up to date with the hottest street cycling!
The third Black Friday Crit took place nov 24th. For the third straight year the race took place in Central Park! Meet up was at Naumburg Bandshell and race fee was $10 bucks! It was a chilly night which meant it would be even colder in the park. Registration started at 8:30pm with race start time set at 9:10pm. With everyone registered and the people in attendance picking spots to view the race it was time to line up.
As tradition goes gabe leads out everyone for a rolling start. As we come in from the warm up lap Gabe pulls off and the race begins! Andre is hot off the gun everyone is playing catch up now! This year the race was 12 laps so Dre deff tried to put a hurt on the field from the jump. Quickly during that first lap the race was determined for podium and honorable mention!
Playing cat and mouse for the first few laps Andre, Gio, Lalo, and I (Jason) were putting in a good effort. As the pace started to steady I felt this was my chance into the 5 lap to break from the group as Andre signals with his elbow that its my turn to take the lead of our peloton, I went. Head down legs burning I lit my match not taking one look back. If anyone was on my wheel they deserve it with the effort I just put. I take a peek under my left elbow no one.
7 laps later I come in crossing the finish line still a lone.
Jason 1st Lalo 2nd Gio 3rd
I want to thank everyone that came out. Especially Carla who didnt race but still donated. Big ups!!! Also to Francisco Borrero @terkpla
Who came out and covered the race. Here is his recap to BFC3
Yesterday was the NYC Jungle Cross race in Forest Park, right on the border of Queens and Brooklyn. The park is pretty big and has a bunch of main arteries running through it, as well as a bunch of hiking trails.
Now that I think about it, I didn’t even check if bicycles were allowed on the trails we were racing. There were a handful of dog walkers and bird watchers out that added an additional element. I mean, it’s called bandit cross for a reason. Anyway, when I showed up around one o’clock we were still taping off the course. With how short the days have become we all knew this would quickly become a race against the sunset. Huge shouts to Shawn from King Kog man, Andrew was leading a group of us out on a viewing lap and I ended up getting dropped by circumstance. (Shouts to young James Macay for doing that branch grooming one time.) When Shawn completed the viewing lap he asked a couple of us to help him mark the course since Andrew was helping people find the starting line/spectating/chillin area.
This was a great chance to take it super slow and try to identify as many of those little variables called rocks! I’m telling you, with all the leafs on the ground it was beautifully deceiving. I’m out here racing on clinchers so I have to be extra cautious to avoid pinch flats.
The course is marked and we’re about to hit our lil 20′ le mans. By this time, the sun is seemingly on it’s decent and I remember thinking, wish I had a dope head light right now. Pero it’s whatever, we’re about to get it poppin.
Oh snap, I forgot to mention everyone went on a practice lap together except for John Shack & “Mario” aka Mtb dude. So we’re out, I grab my bike and dip wide to get a clean line on the immediate climb coming up. Everything goes great, I pretty much got the hole shot, with John, again who’s never rode the course, and I let him have it since the first turn of the race becomes a single track decent and it was on his side of our path. But I knew that was a bad idea, after my experience in the viewing lap all I could think was, “we’re going to make a wrong turn.”
Well that shit didn’t take long! Almost as soon as we start getting to business I just hear a ton of yelling behind me, “Wrong way!!!”
I look back and everyone is taking a left where I just followed John right. No matter how competitive you are, you can’t help but laugh at yourself when something like this happens. If you look at my strava you can see how ridiculous the route I took to get back on course was. I basically rode through a bunch of bushes. Shit was clean though, and no flats, so we good money.
I just went from second place to like tenth or something. Such a gnarly mistake! It’s chill though, I just knew I’d have to put in that work. One of the folks I passed was Young James, I hit him with the, “On your left!” Not realizing he had headphones in, he definitely went left. I lucked out and simply rode through some more bushes, haha. Yo shouts to fellow C6 racer Gio Ramirez and James for racing fixed! Ya beasted fosho.
Maybe halfway through the first lap I was back up in the third position behind Mario the Mtb dude and Shawn was leading us through the course. The starting and finish lines were both on road and that’s obviously were all the spectators were. So as we finished our first lap I pulled a sick hand off and got rid of my wind breaker. CLUTCH. So we made our way up that starting hill again and end up back in the same configuration, Shawn, Mario, and then myself. I knew I was going to pick someone off. I wasn’t sure when or how, but I def knew it would happen. There was a tight section where the course went out on to a road for about 15′ and then hit a pretty steep climb. That climb was the end of Mr Mtb dude. He started to slow and let Shawn create space, that’s going to be a hard, “No” from me fam. I didn’t do all this work to watch somebody skate with the dub unchallenged. So I chase and catch Shawn thinking this is it. Just us two, and he knows the course way better. So I tried to stay as close as possible in hopes that he might be the one to make a mistake. Yeah, right, that shit didn’t happen. My last chance to sneak a win was to jump a log, coming out of the ugly climb, right before the final sprint.
So I went for it, I almost went down as a result of Shawn and I aiming for the same slim exit. There it was, we were both now on the street and had maybe 100m left to put it on the line. A full on sprint ensued. I pushed that 40×18 to it’s fucking limit fam. All I could hear were his gears shifting and kept thinking fuck, Fuck, FUCK!
Like that it was over, so I look up from the sprint with Shawn on my left only to realize there’s a couple walking their dogs on the street right in front of us. I moved to my right as fast as I could but when I turned around all I seen was Shawn’s front wheel wash out and him sliding on his side. No dogs or dog walkers were harmed in the entire process. Turns out he caught a pinch flat somewhere, and as soon as he started braking the front tire lost traction on the asphalt. Sheesh, he was a soldier though. Shawn and I ended up calling it a tie, while the Mtb dude pulled 3rd. Big ups to Young James for first fixed, shredding the gnar.
After the race, the C6 crew headed over to Bowlero to record the newest episode of @cat6Chismes. If you haven’t already peeped Young Pablo’s podcast, got get that here. We recorded this episode last night with him after he just raced his first CX race, NYC Jungle Cross, good times.
ps. Part 2 of my PNW trip is up on my personal website if you haven’t read enough about my life after that recap.
Yoooo first time out here writing a blog post so bear with me. First and for most the C6 Don’t Get Gassed gold sprints at the flagship Chrome store in nyc was fucking litttt!!!!! If you missed it that’s on you b, should’ve pulled up.
So typical cyclist party shit, there was free beer,prizes and mad messengers and can’t forgot the dope djstillone on the ones and twos. Shit started at 6 but we got the main event (goldsprints) started at around 7. You already know that shit was dope mad ppl in the store shit was wild crowded. I was hosting so ya tu sabe I was super lit. Cisco was running around taking pics and co-hosting making shit flow right
We had some heavy hitters pull up so it was definitely a competitive event, Moe from GodandFamous who came out of retirement and showed up ready to roast. Also the young up and comer and C6 teammate Avery aka Ave Gawd aka Mr. Take yo donut. He’s been putting in madddddd work at the last couple of goldsprints so I know he was hype to see he had some comp, some other fast ppl going nowhere showed up too but these guys stuck out, don’t feel left out if I didn’t mention you, you cool too.
At the end of the gold sprints we had two ppl win dope ass chrome bags with custom hand styles by @willpay. Go check his ig when you get a chance, dude got bars. Moe and Grace were the final winners coming in with the fastest times. It was a tough loss for Ave Gawd but my g took it well. Good job to Grace she went hard in the paint for that win. Next time we need more females to race though, for sure.
After the prizes were given out shit got real, the Dj starting playing instrumentals. Ya already know everybody wanted to spit some bars, so what did we do? We let that shit bang for like 45 mins lol motherfuckers was spitting some wild shit lol. Shout out to Rigo I think he was the only one with real bars that night.
To cap off my first blog post of all time I just want to thank everybody who made that night possible and all the sponsors Chrome, Tribe, New Belgium and of course the whole C6 squad ( gang, gang). This was one of many parties and events to come. Cat6Chismes got some more shit coming for your head top.
NSFL stands for Not So Friendly Laps a local park cycling series in NYC held by Corey Hilliard. Every thursday night for the last three weeks amateur cyclist gather to race in prospect park. This past thursday was a particularly gloomy and dark one, with rain looming over the city. Race time is at 9:20pm and guess who works till 9? Yup! Me (Buckets) lol.
Having to leave early from work, plus having to burn a few matches just to get there. I pull up at 9:10 barely enough time to catch a second wind. This is the first time I took the road bike Victor blessed me with to race in the series. It started to mist as we lined up to start the race. 3,2,1 we are off!
The first few laps of the race were pretty fast as it took some time for the rain to soak in the pavement. Having Egor dictating the early pace definitely put a hurt on the chase group. Gio and I were able to play cat and mouse with the field as I would attack from the back in full efforts to string out those who cant recover quickly. I waited for Egor to blow up again before I decided to go on a solo break with 5 to go.
Having Gio really helped! Gio has had an injury filled 2017 season but has shown the heart to keep pushing and staying focused to stay with his fitness. I was finally caught a lap after the break away as the peloton blew themselves up to catch me. Now being caught Gio gave me a heads up they were behind me on the hill. Shouts to Jesse and Egor for bridging a 30 sec gap. Gio told me he tried to hold them back as much as he could.
Now back in the group I try to recover for a lap. I sit back and let the group try to tire eachother out but again i see it’s only Egor trying to put life in the pack. Recovered, I decided to blow myself up for the final 3 laps. I relentlessly attack one after the other. Sprint, get caught, recover, and repeat! After about the 8th sprint with about two to go, I burn a super match and create a good distance between me and the pack. I take a look under my right elbow and noticed that the field is discombobulated and not responding, I keep my head down and fight through the lactic acid to keep the gap.
The final two laps were more about mental toughness. The whole time I am thinking are they going to bridge again, I did burn so many matches already. I reach the final climb and see that I am still solo and drop into my little chain ring. Finally seeing the finish line i was able to sit up and smile for the photos! Now time to see how Gio will finish.
Not to many seconds after I see Gio coming down the turn solo and scream 2nd place baby! I must say I was super impress for Gio to hold the field back when he could for me and still take second! C6Racing came to support and have fun and that is what we did! Who will take this weeks NSFL as its the series finally!! See you there!
For episode 2 of season two we had to take our show to the Times Square office of Fernando Rivera “iLL~Kid” aka Master King, to get an interview with the legend himself. This man has been in the game longer than most of you “butterflies” as he likes to call the rookies, have been alive. Take a listen and so up some OG game one time.