Home to the National Cyclocross Competition, hundreds of miles of road and mountain biking trails and a community of professional cyclists and bicycle advocates, Bend is quickly evolving into Oregon's cycle city.
Racers line up shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting for the gunshot that will send them off into an intense, mud-filled race through Bend's Old Mill District.
Racing is just half the fun at cyclocross events where spectators of all ages are encouraged to cheer loudly for the riders speeding by.
Cyclocross courses are typically two-mile loops on gravel and muddy surfaces, with varied flat and rolling terrain. There are always obstacles, such as stairs and jumps that force riders to dismount and carry their bikes.
At cyclocross races fans are of paramount importance to the racer's performance; the cheers, whistles, cowbells and claps push weary riders to the finish line.
Meet Woody. The oversized and mobile wooden beer barrel is parked just outside the red ropes of the racetrack and serves suds from Deschutes Brewery.
A mini fan (and possibly future racer) enjoys Belgian-style french fries. They're a staple at most cyclocross races, keeping both spectators and racers well fueled during the day.
Nobody goes hungry here. The freshly baked pastries and pizza pies are from local area restaurants that set up specialty food carts for race day.
The day's events continue into night in downtown Bend where restaurants, bars and galleries stay open late and host bike-themed affairs.
At the Cross Culture: Art + Bike Love Festival, shops and businesses in downtown host art openings, live music, film premiers and parties to celebrate all things two wheeled.
Part of the Cross Culture: Art + Bike Love Festival includes multi-media interpretations of bike riding, including this life-sized mannequin of a cyclist.
The exhilaration and excitement of the five-day National Cyclocross Competition is palpable and everyone is in festive spirits, including the bartenders at Deschutes Brewery in downtown Bend.

Inside my head, worlds are exploding. Inside my muscles? Mutiny, chaos, rebellion, fire. I am racing through a snowy wonderland sliced into lanes by temporary fences and bright red tape. There are people behind the tape with little mouths open wide, shouting. Their hands are holding cowbells; their eyes are wide with urgency.

When they look at me, they see a colorful, spandex-clad racer flying precariously over frozen terrain. They see my nostrils flaring, lungs heaving, legs spinning in a frenzied cadence. When I look back I see nothing. My world is a dark tunnel of pain.

I have been waiting for this day all year: USA Cycling Cyclocross Nationals in Bend, Oregon. I will not win a championship today. I will not even podium. When I’m done my boyfriend will find me and wrap me in a warm, puffy down jacket and my season will be over. I will find my racing friends and throw my arms around them. We’ll say, “Congratulations!” and “We’re done!” and then we’ll drink hoppy beers from a local brewery until the edges of our world soften and the bright Central Oregon sky looks just a little bluer. (Don’t miss Cyclocross Nationals this year, Dec. 8-12).

Mine was the first in a long weekend of races that capitulates the season. Three months of racing bicycles through mud, grass, gravel, dirt and sand. Three months of crashes, flat tires, mud-caked gears and long hours in the shop preparing our bikes for short, arduous races. Here at the pinnacle, we are delirious, overwhelmed, amazed and ecstatic.

The next race is well underway, and a drum line is thundering up on a hill above the course. Down in the beer garden the crowd is pulsing against the snow fence. Rosy-cheeked toddlers perched on shoulders are shouting, “HUP! HUP!” There is a pirate playing sax and a man dressed as Santa Claus. Over the loudspeaker the legendary Dave Towle calls the races with the fervor of an auctioneer: “One-to-go-One-to-go-One-to-go-One-to-go-One-to-go-One-to-go-One to go!”

The racers on course enter their final lap, eyes bulging and breath in clouds like charging purebreds. Controlled panic, raw acceleration, intense grace. Spectators are zealots at a revival, running across snowy fields for a glimpse of their favorite racer taking the barriers or navigating an icy hairpin turn. At the finish line, we press into one another and lean, lean, lean over the railing to see who will rip around the final corner first.

It’s a fever pitch. And the pros haven’t even taken a warm-up lap yet.

This is about more than championships. It’s our grand finale. Our big celebration. Bend is a high-desert mountain town surrounded by miles and miles of singletrack and long, sweet road rides. It’s a city full of pros, ex-pros, soon-to-be pros and a whole mass of nonpro enthusiasts. But it’s winter now and the only bikes worth riding are of the cyclocross persuasion. So we’ve taken over. It’s our time.

At night we wander through charming downtown streets filled with cycling-themed art galleries and friendly shopkeepers. We belly up to the bar at local breweries for some of the best beer that Oregon has to offer. We drink heart-stopping coffee from Thump Coffee Roasters; indulge in hearty, creative breakfasts at Chow or The Victorian Café; and then end the night – laughing and maybe a little starry-eyed – listening to veritable cyclocross legend and three-time Tour de France finisher Marcel Russenberger tell us stories about racing Cyclocross Worlds in the ’80s.

Movie premieres, monster parties and small gatherings give us a chance to connect and bond. I’m shoulder to shoulder with pros. Heroes and idols. The fastest in the nation.

On Sunday – the final day of this event – they’ll go head to head for the honor of wearing the USA jersey. But right now? We’re here together – just a bunch of ‘cross racers celebrating our passion in the biggest little bike town in the country.

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  1. Oladuntoye says…

    There is a lot to like about Bend, and then some not-so-great stuff. Marku and I like the high desert and the Ponderosa pine forsets on the eastern slopes of the Cascades. I am a geologist by training, so wandering around whacking volcanic things with a rock hammer is always high on my list.The pluses: The outdoors. More sunny days than the other side of the Cascades (they’ll say 300 days of sun but that’s pure BS), and even with the increase in altitude the sky doesn’t seem so low overhead when it’s cloudy. Reasonable array of shopping and amenities, especially given the size of the town (Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, a great fish market on Revere St. that also serves fish tacos, many good restaurants). Some fun festivals (Winter, Summer, film, etc). Really good beer.Downside: far too-rapid growth over the last decade left the infrastructure in the dust. The traffic jam that is Old Hwy 97 and the new 97 bypass is ridiculous for how small the town is. Tourist season makes it much worse. Even during the construction boom, good jobs were scarce. Huge disparity in income levels – the big houses that went up in the hills are, often as not, part-time summer or winter places. During the RE boom, Bend had Aspen-like problems, where the people who worked the low-paying jobs couldn’t afford to live in town and had to commute from outlying communities. Short gardening season with very cool-to-cold springs.The big question is: if Bend isn’t going to be a retiree or second-home mecca, surviving on building new houses for the burgeoning population, then what will people do for a living?

    Written on June 19th, 2015 / Flag this Comment
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