I bike commute from my neighborhood (Montrose and Damen) to my work, at the Adler Planetarium. Usually I take the bike path, because it’s faster (so I can sleep in longer.) It’s about 9.5 miles each way. When it snows or is icy the park district can’t always keep up with the path so I’ll typically take Damen down to Lincoln, then that to LaSalle south to the loop, then just bop around until I’m either at Roosevelt or over by 11th st and Michigan to take the bridge.
While on my ride home last Thursday, I noticed a bunch of people with bikes down by the Shedd Aquarium. And I mean about as far down as you can go, which is not an easy place to get to on a bike. They were riding around, so I met them on the other side and asked them what was going on. They gave me a flyer for their upcoming race, called ‘Stairmaster’. It was the sixth and final race in the Tour Da Chicago 2007 alleycat series. (I wish I’d have known about the Bricklayer… I coulda been a contenda…) So they invited me along for the rest of the ride.
From that much of the ride, I was interested to do the race, but wanted to see the rest of the course first, just to make sure I could hack it. I’d just got my new nerdy GPS cyclocomputer and thought that this would be a perfect way to try it out. I figured out a way to load the course in, so it’d help me in case I got lost. Didn’t work out that way.
I went to ride the course on Friday night, and found the first few locations just fine. But when I got to the stairs at the SE corner of Adams and the river (just west of wacker), I found myself in this weird little narrow space. And it got pretty tight, pretty fast. I ended up pushing my bike in front of me, on an angle so it’d fit under the bridge supports… on a narrow plank walkway, rotted in places, with a rickety railing. In some places the boards below had rotted out and someone had just laid a newer board across the top. I got out from over the water and the path wound behind a bunch of industrial cooling equipment, then through some new construction and over a bunch of newly mulched trees. I wound up at a dead-end; the next bridge had one of those starburst gates on it (like down at the marina) to keep anyone from going around the outside of it, and off to the left was a fence, most of which was covered with barbed wire. D’oh.
I ended up considering my options, then ended up heaving my bike over the fence and going over after it, in the only non-barbed-wire bit. The whole while I’m thinking, “Man, either this race is a bit too hard-core for me or I took a wrong turn somewhere — I didn’t see any of this crap in the video that guy posted of a pre-ride…” So I tore up my pants really well, which sucked (they were Burley rain pants, and those guys stopped making clothing). And I ended up on Lower Wacker, which if you’ve ever been on it… is like a racetrack. The 30 mph speed limit signs are just there for decoration, everybody goes like 55+. So I got to bike out of there and try to find my way back onto the course. Anyway, I ended up figuring it all out, went back to the Adams / Wacker thing and figured that out too, etc.
Saturday rolled around. Had a nice big breakfast with the Jeskeys at the Heartland cafe, then we went looking for some stuff to patch up my pants, but it was looking pretty hopeless. So I got some other stuff together and headed down there. Stopped by this place at Racine and School called Higgins (packed with drunk green-wearing morons) to meet up with Mike and Brian (who was in town to get looped) for a few, then threaded my way down through that garbage … people puking, people trying to hail cabs (standing in bike lanes, not looking, etc), pedestrians starting fights with people in cars… fun times.
I got down to Garfield park, tossed in my five bucks and got a manifest. Glad I brought extra safety pins, I put it on my sleeve. There were probably about 100 people there and I figure maybe about 70 of them were racing, it was hard to tell. We went on the pre-ride (neutral lap) around 7:45, and between having 70 people walking down the same circular stairs at Roosevelt and the lake (to the Amtrak service drive) it took a while.
We got back to the start point around 9 pm and the race started about five minutes later. I stayed in a decent spot but I think I was just being fairly cautious about lights and oncoming traffic (staying alive has its pluses), so I fell back a bit. For the most part I felt I did okay because I don’t think I got passed much, and managed to catch up to people here and there. At some point the GPS thing shut itself off, oh well. I got a bunch of bruises from banging into stuff too. Ended up finshing around 10:30 (I think) which I figure is pretty good because I normally do 9 miles in 30 minutes, averaging around 19 mph. Add one minute for each flight of stairs (there’s 15 of them or so) and that’s 45 minutes. So I consider that decent.
I finished 23rd, though like I said I’m not sure out of how many — maybe 70? I’m happy with it for a first race and want to stay tuned for upcoming stuff.
There was a party afterwards, but a bunch of us went to a taqueria first — good thing because I only had $7 on me — so I missed hearing who won and all that. Free beer, whatver. Interesting to see how different groups of people knew each other, what they do in real life, etc.
Then I rode home, straight up Damen. I figure it was like a 50 mile day, 18 of which were the race.