Bloodclot Team Profiles

All The Way Ray, City Forester, Time Trial Specialist, Chesterfield Liason, Balaclava Hater...

Bloodline is Being Negative

"Man-gear" is not the same as fixed-gear. But the point is moot if you're riding on equipment made of Meister Bräu cans. Doesn't matter; the Almanzo 100 will be serving B-negative cocktails all day long, come May 17. Add a plus-four to your "French 6-speed cogged freewheel," and maybe you can have your bike featured here.

Meanwhile, the Ragnarök is just around the bend. Feel the burn, rooster cogburn, feel the burn...

ALMANZO 100 Deuce- 17 May, 2008

Registration is now open for the mighty ALMANZO 100. A good-time gravel grinder if there ever was one.

This Is A Public Service Announcement

We'd like it to be known that Bloodclot Bicycle Racing is in no way affiliated with THIS GUY. While we would never post comments to another blog, using a false identity, it seems that ol' Randoneé Rosenberg is trying to stir the pot on the local scene.

Don't be fooled. This lad seems intent on infiltrating every aspect of the local bike culture. Or is it infecting?

Bloodclot Racing 2008 Schzedule...

THIS will be Bloodclot Bicycle Racing's first event of 2008. Patterned after the fine, Almanzo 100, the Ragnarök 105 promises to be a suffer fest, and coming early in the year, will be a barometer for how our "fitness" is progressing. Of course, in preparation for the R105, we do have the 40K 40oz ride on January 19, and the venerable Slick 50 Spring Classsick Mud Ride, on March 15, which, coincidently is also the finish line for the 2008 Beard-Off Exhibition.With a beard, you don't need a balaclava...

Son, You Gotta Walk Like a Man...

So this morning, the Don of Minneapplepuss Bike Bloggers made an appearance at the Bloodclot HQ. [see above photo.] A "global" minion soon followed, leaving a trail of empty macaroni & cheese boxes and Camel straights in his wake. The sad thing is, both of these "cyclists" (sic) drove automobiles to the heavily fortified compound. There was much banter about infiltrating other heavily fortified bastions of local bicycle cesspools, but I fear that the obdurate chef was forced to retreat to his suburban Mother-inlaw's home to dream about track racing.

In other nooze, we're still working on our team kit. Be prepared to be underwhelmed...