We know you love mountain bike racing and this Saturday Dual Slalom racing will take over the streets of Sheffield. The most exciting form of mountain bike racing is going to be the centre piece of the Outdoor City Weekender.Continue reading
The most exciting form of mountain bike racing comes to the streets of Sheffield to celebrate the Outdoor City Weekender on the 18th MarchContinue reading
Words: Nick Hamilton. Video: Richard Baybutt
More than once last night I uttered “Lots of fun has come from stupid ideas”. This was in response to many riders disbelief in the ‘great new finish feature’. This feature was exaggeratingly called the death drop which was dreamed up to test racers commitment to crossing the finish line first. Normally riders are peddling as hard as they can or showboating with a wheelie if they’re out in front. Then its massive skids for kids followed by knucks from the gloating winner and a push back to the top. As an antithesis to this we raced on a slope which culminated in a very steep 10 foot fade away where a park bench used to reside before some little shit decided to vandalise it. The finish line was positioned about 6 feet back from the edge giving our dear racers a choice: brake or press send. Play it safe or commit. Don’t or Do. It just depended on how much they really wanted it. A lot it turns out.
Finding the perfect grassy hill in one of our local parks the course criss-crossed over a couple of paths and a decrepit tennis court each covered in decaying tarmac. All surfaces were loose and promoted plenty of slideways action. The grass was pretty water logged in places and rutted up quickly. This didn’t prevent a masterful display of two wheel drifting by some and tail slapping three sixties by others. Honestly, some of the riding last night was unbelievable and required tyres to be checked for the word mud or spike. The control of some of these lads display, even in the heat of battle, needs to be seen to be believed. I bloody love racing on grass.
With the introduction of the Pearson rule all entrants were ranked according to their current standing in the points. This put Timmy and Willy in the gate straight off. As they sped off down the hill one Oscar Monk piped up “It should be called Pole Dancing rather than dual”. As I watched two of the best riders tango from corner to corner I delighted in his insightful statement. A feeling which was soon forgotten as his twin brother solidly beat me in the next round.
We had several new riders join the party last night, all friends of racers and coming highly recommended. We’re only picky about who races to protect ourselves; this isn’t a proper racing, its mates racing. We’re kinda putting our lives in each other’s hands (nearly literally last night) and if you’re the one that lets some dick in to ruin the party for everyone, you may never be forgiven. Amongst the new racers was one rider who’s very familiar to all the dual family. Steph Mug-Em Anderson, our long time timing angel who’s blown the starting whistle more than anyone else combined. She finally brought her bike down and committed to race. She drew Abi in the first round and declared “I’ve never raced so fast in my lift”. Get in Steph! Abi went on to face Chrissy P in the next round and smoked him first leg.
The rest of the racing was proper elbow to elbow. Some of the rides of the night came from Dave Camus and Will Swinden as they faced each other in the semis finding grip and pace where there should not have been. Will got an extra prize from the pile for ‘Best send off the end’ for his accidental scrub to oblivion which looked horrendous but thankfully left him not worse for wear. Unlike Ruari, who’s return to dual was marked with a very bloody knee and an early exit. Pity as he was looking quick!
Our collective thanks go out to Willy’s better half Holly who manned the timing buttons alongside Steph and Timmy after their early exits. Thanks also to the Baybutt for chopping together some memories of the event for our enjoyment. Much obliged! The star prize of the electric meat carving knife was also eagerly received. See you in a couple of weeks.
As we’d received a month’s worth of rain during the morning, it just had to be the opening race of the winter dual season. Traditionally as soon as the clocks go back we rendezvous on a Wednesday night somewhere in Sheffield to continue a tradition that dates back to 2010. This is when we first attached our bike lights to trees, stuck some posts in the ground and raced flood lit and loose. These events are for some the most competitive racing they do; they matter more than winning trials competitions or national DH rounds. For others, this is the only racing they do making it even more important. For everyone, it may be a laugh but as soon as the whistle sounds the elbows are out, the race face is on and friendships forgotten.
The first race of the season is always a good one. It’d been over 6 months since we’d met up for a dual race and the old friendships and rivalries soon fire up. The community that has grown up around dual speaks for itself; Sheffield is put to rights and plans for world domination formed between those trees. A lot of the doers of our scene bump knuckles and trade shite prizes through the winter, trading as many compliments as insults. It’s a reet laugh.
Conditions were almost unbelievable. Despite the deluge Endcliffe was dry and running fast, but unpredictably loose as always. With a track that featured a massive right drifter and Timmy’s death corner finale there were some spectacular crashes. Matt had a huge high side, Baybutt double punctured and even the mighty unshakeable Chrisy P drew blood from a nasty gash. Sam and Willy’s coming together off the line was one of my favourite moments, neither of em giving a shit about the other and both ending up in a scrambling heap on the floor. Classic Dual.
The results tell their own story, which misses out the technical issues of dying laptops and Chris not being anywhere near as good as Steph at timing.
At the micro pub afterwards a new rule was discussed which will be known as the Pearson Rule. These trials riding brothers have dominated or races throughout the seasons with their unbelievable skills and consistency. Chris was barely off the top spot all last season and Tim was only just behind him. In an attempt to open up the overall a little and also to give some of us slower riders a chance to advance beyond round 1 we’re trying out a new t’ing. Rather than being a random start order, riders will be seeded based on their position in the overall. The fastest will face the fastest in the first round, meaning only one can continue. With slower riders also facing their own. Let’s see how this goes… we’ll report back.
Although the lack of light in the evenings may depress us, at least we have dual to keep us sane. See you in a fortnight.
Massive respect to my fellow semi finalist Rich Baybutt for Chopping together the videdit and Rhino for shooting in portrait. Never one to conform.
Word and Photos: Nick Hamilton
I was a bit nervous about asking people to spend their hard earned cash on a kid’s bike they may only ever race four times, but I needn’t have been. Like the wheels, the cost is very small and like the us, the fun is very large. The arbitrary set of rules I can up with were:
- Wheels must be no larger than 16”
- The frame must be designed for 16” or smaller wheels
- Bike modification is encouraged and may be rewarded.
- The races shall remain secret until just before the event
It was quite the weekend for Sheffield racers last weekend at the first UK Gravity Enduro of the year. Ae played host and Pocket Rocket Carrie Poole came away with 3rd place in Elite Women. Not bad for a 4 footer.
The boys did good too; Local Pinner Craig Evans also came away with 10th in Elite men, reet good for his first ever Enduro race for the On-One Team. Team mate Freddie Oxley picked up 23rd in Elite as well. Josh ‘LooseDog’ Lewis is now riding for Stif Cycles and picked up 14th in Elite, pretty good for a lad that blew his knee out 3 weeks ago. The Cotic-Steel City Media Whores were also out in force. Chays has moved up to Elite this year and took 22nd on the day. New Recruit and wannabe hipster, Rich Norgate, took 4th in Masters but both of them said they were somewhat disappointed and wanted better. Watch out for them all in future rounds.
62 people have raced this Dual season but it is finally over for another year and we went out in style. Employing the fast grass at Jacks we rendezvoused in day light! I do love BST. It makes for an unusual atmosphere at the race but also makes for some great practice. To say conditions were prime would be a bare faced lie. We had thick fog which meant that even in day light you could not see one end of the track from the other. Steph was once again kind enough to time the race but the only sign of her was her whistles and hollas. When racers dropped of the edge of the steep hill they disappeared in to oblivion. At times it got so bad, you couldn’t really see the next post. As ever, this did not dampen spirits.
Considering that any of the top three in the overall could have taken the win, stakes were high and the determination palpable. The course was fast bar one killer left before the lip of the hill. Watching everyone overshoot it while they got its measure was most amusing. Once over the lip, it was nearly a straight line down the steepest part of the hill bar a sneaky chicane which got some tanks slapping later on. Watching the lads pedal as hard as they could down this section was unreal, seeing who could carry the speed in to the final right hander was even more impressive. D.R.I.F.T.
This was supposed to be a series of 10 dual races over the winter; it just became 11! With the advent of Farmer Jacks 40th Birthday we persuaded him that the best way to celebrate would be to have a dual race on his farm, then go to a big beer festival. He agreed.
When I turned up to Farmer Jacks last week just before dual he became a bit flustered; he’d forgotten to move the horses out of the field we were going to race in. I tried to placate Jack as it I knew we’d have just as much fun over on the Dual track… however, I didn’t quite expect that much fun.Continue reading