So, yeah, I haven't updated the blog in a year. Plus I moved it back to its original blogspot address, so now no one can find it, even if they wanted to. Which they don't. I mean, with Prolly and Kyle and Andy still putting up such great stuff, and with amazing pro-centric blogs like Cycling Tips, what the hell do you need me for? You don't. Exactly. And in the meantime I've been busy finally writing that dissertation. Soon you'll have to call me Doctor, and won't that be nice for all concerned?
Anyway, I live in the Lehigh Valley now. It's been a big change from Chicago. But, what this place lacks in certain things (walkable amenities, coffee shops, shops of any type) it more than makes up for with its cycling scene. When I moved here I had a vague sense that the area was good for cycling, but I didn't know it would be this good. You want varied terrain for road riding? We've got that. You want world class mountain bike trails? Got 'em. Want a ridiculous cyclocross scene, complete with weekly beer-fueled night races? Yep. Want the best fucking velodrome ever? Yeah, we've got that too.
|The T-Town crowd watching a Pro Women points race. (photo by me)|
The Valley Preferred Cycling Center, colloquially known as T-Town, was founded in 1974 by Bicycling Magazine publisher Bob Rodale. The track has produced a ton of Olympic talent over the years, including its current Executive Director Marty Nothstein, winner of the sprint Gold at the 2000 Olympics and a bunch of World Championship titles. There's a lot of history at this track, and it is an incredible track: 333 meters long, steep but smooth, and fast as hell.
|Pro Men line up. (photo by me)|
|Two riders make a break for it in a Pro Women scratch race. (photo by me)|
|A rider makes a move on the outside during the Pro Men scratch race. (photo by me)|
|Men's Keirin start, with the riders fighting for position behind the motorbike. (photo by me)|
If you live anywhere nearby, and I mean if you live anywhere within a two-hour drive, you have to check out T-Town. If not to race yourself, then to watch some of the fastest track cyclists in the world while getting tanked on cheap micro-brews and eating gourmet hot dogs. That's right, even the hot-dogs are fucking phenomenal. Guess it's not so bad here after all!