I mentioned in my last post that I would really like to hear from the women that raced in Stupor Bowl. Luckily for us, Christina was willing to write something for us.
For those of you that don't know Christina Peck, a quick google will confirm that she is the real deal. She rides with the Chicago Cuttin' Crew and has some major accolades for being fast as funk. She won first place overall (!!) at the North American Cycle Courier Championship (NACCC) in 2009 by a landslide, and was the first female in at the NACCC in 2010.
Read Christina's Stupor Bowl XIV race report, below.
My third stuporbowl. The first year I tried to ride the speed race with other non-locals and spent most of the race wildly lost, no where close to finishing.
Last year I planned to slowly work my way though the stupor race, and after ending up at the wrong Grumpy's, we completely let go of any attempt at even following the stupor manifest. This year I was determined to actually complete the race, but was convinced to compete in the stupor version. I was mildly afraid of ending the race completely wasted, so I ate a big breakfast. Once I learned bets were being placed on my behalf, accompanied by pre-race jitters, I realized how nervous I actually was. Luckily, I partnered with Sean and my other non-drinking buddy, Matt. Sean, an ex-Minneapolis resident& ex-Stupor Champ, routed us. After sprinting through snow, stuck toward the back of the pack, we headed to first bar Halek's, and stuck with schnapps for most of the race, aside from the (awesome) free PBR checkpoints, and a whiskey shot. Oh and some awful cinnamon something...We blasted through the first manifest, with only one slight misroute over to Nick G's house. I didn't feel that tired after the first manifest--but running up the stairs at Trash Bags just about wrecked me. At Trash Bags, Allison and Erica yelled that we were only a little bit behind the first place contender for stupor champ, hurry hurry HURRY. Luckily, the second manifest was short and sweet. Boosted my adrenaline and some of the alcohol was starting to kick in.
We ran up the stairs for our third manifest, and it was probably for the best I didn't realize exactly how far we were going to have to head out. Following Sean and Matt, we started to hit traffic, weaving in and out. Going up a slight hill over the freeway, I thought I had really hit the wall, but it turned out I picked up some glass, and my rear tire slowly going flat, shoot. Unfortunately, this really pulled Sean out of the running, but I fixed it up as fast as possible and we kept on. The third manifest was far out but pretty clustered together once there. There were a couple super fun houses checkpoints with awesomely friendly checkpoint workers. And farther out, and more ice. And then it started to get dark. We hit the last one where a bunch of friends were hanging out, was bought a vodka and cranberry, (So not chug-able!) and was cheered on and got another wind. Just had to finish up now. Sean and I ran into Nomad's finishing up 5th and 6th, respectively first female Stupor and first out of town. &surprisingly wasn't destroyed like i thought i was going to be. &then ate lots of good food, Triple Rock, mmmmm.
With the Stupor race, I imagined it to be shorter and not as fast paced, but we really pushed through it. Overall, a well-planned race with a lot of fun stops, and more free beer points than I thought. And of course even in the dead of winter, as always, Minneapolis was a total blast.
Photos by levi mpls.