A few weeks ago I went down to Danielson Adventure Sports Fat Tire Fest with my good friend Greg Paraskos. It was his first mountain bike race ever and DAS made a good impression on him. It was a grassroots event where we were urged to put our numbers in our pockets and hand them to the timer at the finish…wherever that was, and if we wanted to know our time we could “Strava it or Garmin it or whatever.” There were two classes: Fat Bike and Singlespeed, “fat and single,” as Liz Chabot Allen put it.
The “race” started at the shop (which is a really cool space…reminded me of a boat) and went up and back along a river. It reminded me at times of the Patapsco 100 just outside Baltimore in how it transitioned from what seemed like pristine Wilderness to areas of industrial decay. The landscape was dotted by graffiti-covered crumbling foundations of old factories and buildings. The course was a little snowy, a little muddy, and ‘a lot’ technical and fun.
When it was all over we headed back to the shop for beer, a pasta dinner, and more beer. The beer was brewed by Black Pond Brews right in the basement of the shop. A bike shop with a brewery in the basement…that’s the dream right there.
It was altogether an awesome event. Thanks, DAS!