A Whole New World: Bike Commuting

Kimberley not only races professionally full-time, she’s working full-time too. So you have to get in training where you can. So she’s commuting as a part of her training. Read more! About More »

Colorado State Road Race Championships

Lanier, resident strong woman and selfless teammate, jumped in to Deer Trail State Road Race with low expectations, but you never know how a race will turn out! I decided to race More »

Pisgah Enduro 2015

Ashleigh ventured east to the Pisgah National Forest for the Pisgah Enduro Mountain Bike Race. Here her thoughts on the trail conditions and the epic-ness of this race! I am fairly new to More »

Winter Park Epic Single Track Super Loop

Nicole is crushing her first year on the dirt. Read more about this podium performance at the Winter Park Epic Single Track Super Loop. On Saturday June 27th, I raced my third More »

The Strength to Pull Through

Think one time trial effort is hard?  Try doing two or three in a day.  Read about how Katie Whidden and Gayle Connell raced the team time trials last weekend at Best More »


A Whole New World: Bike Commuting

The joys of bike commuting. You have to be prepared for everything. Some days are foretasted to be sunny and warm, and you end up under a bridge waiting out a hail storm.

Kimberley not only races professionally full-time, she’s working full-time too. So you have to get in training where you can. So she’s commuting as a part of her training. Read more!

About four months ago I entered into the previously foreign world of bike commuting. I had accepted a full-time research assistant position working on an SAMHSA-funded integrated care grant at Aurora Mental Health Center, and a primary consideration was how to maintain the level of training required to continue to race at a high level. I didn’t make this decision lightly — it was more agonizing than you can imagine, despite being what would still be classified as a first world problem. After lengthy discussions with my coach, and asking one of the more unique pre-hire questions my future supervisor had ever heard (“…but is there a shower?”), I accepted the position.

In doing so, I moved away from a fairly flexible, purposefully-pieced-together, part-time job which had accommodated a high-volume training schedule while still leaving me enough time to foam roll and watch an episode of Orange is the New Black before leaving for work. I look back on those days the way working athletes with children must look at me — with a bit of nostalgia, envy, and the wistful whisper of “she has no idea how good she really has it.” I remember when that life felt jam-packed!

The biggest challenge of this chosen transition lies in the fact that despite taking a full-time, “real adult” job, I fully intended to continue to train and race at an elite level. Which brings me back to bike commuting. I work close to 20 miles from my house, which, at the times I’d be traveling, would be either a horrendous 50 minute drive, or ~70 minute ride. For me, the choice was clear. I might as well have asked myself, “would you rather sit in a car and waste close to two hours a day and come home angry, or be on a bike for those same hours getting your base miles, and skip the car ride?” No question. I was lucky to find a fairly straightforward route, and even luckier that the answer to my odd pre-hire question was a confused “yes.”

In the weeks leading up to my transition, I contacted to friends who I knew rode their bikes to work, and began to research cycling backpacks, panniers, and other commuting essentials. Like most other domains of my life, I was approaching this whole bike commuting endeavor with the attitude of “If I’m going to do this, I need to do it RIGHT.” We’ll save the discussion on whether or not that’s a healthy life strategy for another blog post 😉

Three weeks later and a few hundred dollars poorer, I was ready. I had my cross bike repaired after cracking the frame in my first (and last) cross race of last season and turned it into a bonafide commuter, complete with fenders, a rack, and an annoying little bell for even more annoying hipsters I might encounter along the way. I bought a pretty great chrome backpack for nice days when I would ride my road bike in. I ordered ortlieb panniers so one or two days a week I could pack it full of food and clothes for the other days, so I didn’t have to carry as much. And a college friend who designed an awesome new line of high-visibility bike lights called Orfos (http://www.orfos.bike) sent me a demo pair for me to try out, in anticipation of the dusk ride home. (Full review on those coming soon).

I was all in, and strangely excited to step into this new world. In a way, it felt similar to those biologists who dedicate themselves to observing the habits of some elusive species, following them, learning about their dynamics and behavior, and then somehow, at some point, the researcher finds himself feeling at home in their world. But I didn’t feel at all at home stepping into my new found role of “bike commuter”. Despite the thousands of miles I’ve ridden, this was foreign. I was out of my element. You might point out that the bike is paramount to both bike racers and bike commuters. And yet in spite of this shared mode of locomotion, there are fundamental differences between these two species, an assertion I feel confident most racers and commuters would support.

Now almost four months later, I have been accepted into the commuter tribe. There’s something communal and warm about seeing the same people almost every day as we make our way to wherever we all go. People I feel like I’m starting to know but have never talked to. Some are going the same direction, and we pull up to the same stop light around ~7:45 each morning. Others I pass on the trail, with a curt head nod, or friendly wave. Like the woman whose bike is so heavily loaded with packs I first thought she must be riding across the country, but after seeing her every morning and evenings for months, have come to infer she must actually need that much stuff every single day. Or the man who pulls a cart behind his bike, carrying an aging rottweiler curled up in a bed. Then there’s the youthful mom, who rides with a small backpack and glances back every few pedal strokes at her son furiously spinning his legs behind on his pint-sized piccolo. These people, and more, are becoming endearing.

The balance has been tough, don’t get me wrong. After my commute home, I drop my bag or switch bikes and am back out for another hour or two of intervals or steady riding. I get home, shower off, eat dinner, and pull out my Trigger Point kit while we watch an episode of True Detective. Almost every night I am in bed by 9:30. Getting in bed this early is a more difficult task than I expected, but experience has taught me that insufficient sleep makes everything harder, and turns minor challenges into insurmountable obstacles. I now deeply regret those days of childhood when I refused to take my naps, and instead sneaked out the window to play outside instead, so proud of evading something I now see as an indulgence.

I would be the first to say this is not an ideal schedule for someone pursuing high-level racing goals. But it’s what I have, and every day I do the best I can. When all is said and done, the fact that I get to ride and race my bike makes me pretty darn lucky, and I never want to forget that. The sacrifice, meticulous planning, and balance required are tough, but racing my bike is glorious and strangely restorative. I do not make that statement naively. I know crashes and illness and injury, broken bones and broken dreams. But there’s a reason I keep coming back. When I am racing I feel free. My soul is happy. My heart is light. And that makes everything that it took to get there worthwhile.

I have found a certain sense of serenity in choosing not to allow one or even a few things to define who I am at my core. I race my bike, and want to keep doing it at a higher and higher level, but my identity should never be solely tied to being a bike racer. I love training hard and pushing my body to new levels, but a Sunday ride to ice cream is not without merit. Sometimes it’s ok to release a bit of self-imposed pressure and trust the journey. Something you take a chance on something that feels scary and uncertain. And sometimes you enter into a new world and find yourself feeling more and more charmed by the people who inhabit it.

Colorado State Road Race Championships


Lanier, resident strong woman and selfless teammate, jumped in to Deer Trail State Road Race with low expectations, but you never know how a race will turn out!

I decided to race Deer Trail the day after the City Park crit primarily because my coach urged me to get some high intensity miles done. The race is east of Denver, an L-shape on narrow empty roads with cone U-turns at each end. I haven’t raced it in a couple of years, and remember liking the rolling course as a Cat 4. But racing as a Cat 2 is a whole different ball game.

I had such low expectations that I left my saddle bag on (intentionally this time) so that I wouldn’t get stranded if I got a flat. Surprisingly for the State Championship Road Race, it was a small group – only 9 of us started. We joked at the start that we should give everyone else a hard time. Looking around, all of them seemed serious about getting the state championship vest. I decided this would be an excellent time trial effort for me after they dropped me at mile 10.

The race began. After a slow start, the attacks began. They would drop me on the hills, then I would catch up on the flats/downhills. At first I thought, why work to catch up? But I could hear my coach in my head, and decided it would be good training. This happened probably 4-5 times. One rider was dropped, then another got a flat. Two others were dropped. So it was 5 of us left. At this point, I was wondering what the hell I was still doing in that group – ha!

At mile 50, a crash in the oncoming SM4 field sent bikes and riders sliding into our side of the road, and another rider and I went down. She was in front of me, and I had slowed but not enough.  Her handlebar was bent and our bikes were tangled up together, but mine was fine so I got going again. Another racer caught up with me, and we started chasing the first 3. They saw us at the turnaround, and they were gone. It came down to a sprint at the end, and I took 4th. Just goes to show, you truly never know how a race will turn out. So get out there and race, my friends!

Pisgah Enduro 2015


Ashleigh ventured east to the Pisgah National Forest for the Pisgah Enduro Mountain Bike Race. Here her thoughts on the trail conditions and the epic-ness of this race!

I am fairly new to the Enduro racing world, but have done a couple of races in Colorado. While traveling in the South, my husband and I ended up in North Carolina the weekend of the Pisgah Enduro. I thought this would be a fun way to check out the biking scene in the Southeast. I had never biked in the south or east before this trip and did not know what to expect. My few expectations were that the trails might be rooty, slippery, and technical. Coming from Colorado, I expected the climbing to be no problem. Boy was I in for a surprise!

The Pisgah Enduro puts the endurance back into Enduro racing. The few enduro races I have done in Colorado were on ski areas with lift access that cut out the first 1,200 feet of climbing. On the other hand, the Pisgah Enduro is located in Pisgah National Forest, with no lift access, just surprisingly steep mountains. The pedal to the top of the first stage had us climbing over 1500 feet in a little over 2 miles on paved and dirt roads. That woke my legs right up! We continued to ride 30 miles (including the timed downhill portions) and climb 4,300 feet the first day. Between the climbing, the heat, and the humidity I was about as tired as I remember being in a long time! I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through day 2, with the daunting climb up Heart Break Ridge!

After an early dinner, a late dinner, a lot of Naked coconut juice, some time wearing my POD Sox compression stalkings, and a good night sleep, my legs felt better than I expected. I woke up ready for day 2. Initially, I was worried my quads were not going to get me up the 4,000 feet of climbing to the top of Heart Break Ridge for stage 1. Turns out, I should have been more worried about getting blisters on my heels because we did a lot of hike a biking! After riding about a third of the way up, it became obvious by the hoards of walking racers that the best way to save my legs for the rest of the day was to push my bike up the steep single track. So I joined the line and pushed my bike too…for a long time, but it was tolerable because I was not alone. Everyone was pushing their bike, having a good time yelling “Enduro!” and “Strava!” as we slowly pushed our bikes up through the temperate rainforest canopy. By the time we reached the top of heartbreak ridge it was 2 hours and 2,800 feet later.

The second day was also much more technically challenging, with larger rocky drops, a lot of slippery roots, some very narrow trail sections with close trees, and alarmingly steep drop offs. When all was said and done, the second day came to a close with lots of smiles, 28 miles on our bikes, and over 6,000 feet of climbing. The 2 day total for the race was 56 miles on our bikes and an impressive 11,000 feet of climbing!

The Pisgah Enduro was an incredible weekend with some amazing scenery, great people and great biking. This race is a true test of all around biking ability, needing to be a cardio killer and a downhill badass to compete. It is a true Enduro race.


Winter Park Epic Single Track Super Loop


Nicole is crushing her first year on the dirt. Read more about this podium performance at the Winter Park Epic Single Track Super Loop.

On Saturday June 27th, I raced my third ever mountain bike race. I have been racing now for two seasons, mostly on the road. I wanted to branch out this year to experience more disciplines and see how I would enjoy them and adapt. Saturday’s race was the Winter Park Epic Single Track Super Loop — marketed as a cross country race, I would be doing about 13 miles in the novice category. I was excited to race this as a prep for the following weekend’s Firecracker 50, as I wanted and needed to see how I would feel on my mountain bike at altitude. My start time was 10:55, giving me plenty of time to drive up that morning, get registered, and warm up.

I was excited to run into a friend, Gina, from another team when I arrived. She and I suffered through our first mountain bike race of the season, the PV Derby, 4 weeks prior. We set out to ride the first part of the course as a warm up prior to the first group’s start. Now, I have skied at Winter Park for many years, so know this mountain like the back of my hand….but I will tell you, it is much different without a few feet of snow covering the ground. The start was at the base of a dirt fire road and pretty quickly went from flat to rather steep. We were both huffing and puffing pretty quickly. It quickly brought back memories of Beti Bike Bash where I blew up pretty quickly after going out too hard on the climbs. The road felt as though it dragged on forever, so I made a mental note to take it easy come race time, and not make the mistake of blowing up quickly again. We couldn’t actually make it to the single track as the pro men were about to start. So we finished the rest of our warm up on the road around Winter Park Village.
Cut to the start line. There were not too many women signed up for the novice category, maybe about 14 total across all of the age groups. We were the last group to go. When the whistle blew, I was purposefully holding back a little knowing I had to pace myself. Several of the women took off pretty fast up the road, and I didn’t feel pressure to chase them knowing I could make up some time later on. Then to my surprise, our trip up the road was cut off early and we made a right hand turn onto the single track! The other women were off and I felt pretty far behind already. There were one or two sharp switchbacks early on, then we cruised along some single track in the trees for a while. Some of it was smooth and fast, with other sections having a few more technical rock obstacles with some large roots mixed in as well. There was one section that I went for on the downhill, but my tire slipped on a root and I had a fall early on, but shook it off and back on the bike. This single track continued for a little while until we got to more fire road. At this point I had passed about three people that had been ahead at the start, but I knew two of the women in my category were likely well ahead of me.
The fire road was a good place to make up some time for me, and I felt surprisingly good at altitude during this climb. I even caught up with a few more folks, including some of the Novice men who had started a ways ahead of us. We eventually turned off of the fire road to the right up another wide, steep road that was littered with loose shale and some “monkey skull” sized rocks. I tried to stay on my bike as long as I could, but eventually took a bad line, and ended up walking the bike for a while like several people up on the trail ahead of me. Eventually this led back to a smoother fire road, and I made up some more time again, passing one more novice male rider. This climb up the road finally led up to another single track trail where the other groups (sport, expert and pro) converged onto the same trail. There was a bit of a downhill break, and this section of trail became a bit rockier. I hit a section of rocks that I had to put a foot down for, and a Sport woman and a Sport man passed me. The woman took off, but I was able to catch up to the male ride and stay on his wheel for a while. It was good to have a line to follow, or change if I didn’t quite like the way he would take it. After a bit of a climb, the trail started to descend and a there was a section that he stopped at, and I had to stop short. Having lost my momentum, I ended up having to walk this section, and then two other folks passed me. This is where the trail started getting tricky for me. It turned into a series of very tight switchbacks with close trees. Switchbacks are my nemesis, and while I could put a foot down on some, there were others that were just too steep and sharp. I was feeling tired enough that I didn’t want to make a mistake and hurt myself this late in the race. Eventually it straightened out to some very fun single track that was tight and slightly uphill, but you could see far enough ahead that I could take it pretty fast and had a blast.
Down through a few more switchbacks and some more fun single track, I eventually got out of the trees and the trail started descending rapidly. There was a sharp left turn onto a little wood bridge, and a kid yelling, “youre almost done!!!!!” and there I was on the road to the finish line. I geared up, turned my legs on, and sprinted to the finish. My new mountain bike friend was waiting at the finish having finished minutes ahead, as she kicks butt at the more technical aspects of mountain bike riding :)
At the end of the day, I had a lot of tun, felt like I could have done more — i.e. did not blow up!!!! — and managed to get the 3rd place spot on the podium. Gina secured a 3rd place spot as well, which was a repeat from our respective finishes at the PV Derby! Can’t wait for the Firecracker 50, although that will be a whole other animal!

The Strength to Pull Through


Think one time trial effort is hard?  Try doing two or three in a day.  Read about how Katie Whidden and Gayle Connell raced the team time trials last weekend at Best on Hess. 

Sometimes all we need is a little nudge to push harder or finish something that seems impossible.  Other times you just need a wheel to suck.  This past weekend I experienced just that, the need to just be dragged through a course.  I found myself in a really tough spot, and slightly in over my head.

Last weekend I thought I was taking on the Hess time trial.  Instead I took on the hills of Hess road.  With 600 ft of gain over 9 miles this was the most challenging TT course I have ever competed in.  Fellow teammate Gayle Connell suggested that we form a Naked womens cycling team for the team time trial.  We asked Katie Harrer to join us and of course she wanted to race both retro and aero.  So I signed up for what felt like the Ironman of time trials.  I competed in 3 time trials in the same day: the individual aero category,  team aero and team non-aero.  At 9 miles in length one might expect this task to be doable but with temperatures in the 80s and a hillier course than expected it was quite a challenging day.

Due to poor timing of the races we were scheduled to do two back to back team time trials and Katie had signed up for two individual TTs which she had to do back to back.  Unfortunately, she was not feeling good after her back to back individual races and had to go home.  After the first TT I  didn’t think I could make it through two more all-out efforts on this course.  I knew with the two hour break between the events that I would get in the shade and recover as best I could.

Gayle and I had a great first race but I finished the race exhausted and not sure my legs could sustain another effort like that.  Of course, Gayle would not let me quit. Without any other teams competing in our category she suggested that we just go out and ride it as best we could. Not only was she a great teammate to push me to complete it but she also did most of the work.  I was just trying to hold on and make it through.  As expected after the race I was happy that I decided to complete the challenge that I set for myself but without Gayle there I wouldn’t have made it through that last one.  Having teammates who know that you are capable of more and help you fight through the hard moments is what makes this team so wonderful. It’s true that we are capable of more as a team than as individuals. This series of races will stick with me for a while to come, while pain of racing has subsided I am still basking in the afterglow of our efforts. We were rewarded for our efforts with some of the best prizes cash, plenty of beer and the best part was the ice cream at the end of the event.

Mountain Bike Clinic Recap

Erin Quinn recaps one of our many clinics and one of the most popular with our team, the mountain bike clinic! Read all about here.
One of the things that the Naked Women’s Race Team is great at is providing all of it’s members the access to do clinics for the seasoned pro to people looking to find a place to jump in. For the mountain bike skills clinic we met at the top of Mt. Falcon and split into three groups: beginner led by Dawna, intermediate led by Nadia, and advanced led by Lisa. There were about four to seven of us per group. Still nursing a back injury I decided to hop in with the Beginner group, since any skill work is good skill work.  There were about four of us in this group. Most of the women in the group hadn’t done much mountain biking before at all, so it was exciting for me as a mountain biker to be reintroducing myself to mountain bikes after being injured and to watch my teammates get to know the sport better!
We started off by working on moving on the bike, moving our weight behind the bike (helpful during steep descents/drops) moving our weight more towards the front of the bike (helpful for steep climbs) and side to side (helpful when cornering). We also worked on our ready position as well as our attack position. Once we got used to moving our body around our bikes we worked on breaking. Dawna had us do the stop box drill, so we would accelerate towards the box and try to stop within the box without any skidding. Moving the body behind the bike was emphasized and was very helpful in getting a quick and efficient stop.
As the day progressed under the watchful helpful teachings of Dawna we progressed from learning how to do wheel lifts over sticks to riding over water bars to riding off rocks that had about a foot drop. We even worked on descending some more technical rocky steep bits of trail that had a water bar as an exit. At the end of the day  the beginner skills clinic had turned into an intermediate one, I was watching my teammates who were new to mountain biking riding things considered intermediate, flawlessly and fearlessly.
Every opportunity I get to work on skills I always am able to walk away with something new learned and more excitement about riding bikes. The team clinic was no different, I was reintroduced to riding my mountain bike again after taking a hiatus due to a back injury, which left me excited to get healthy. But more importantly I watched my teammates who had been timid beginners hours earlier fearlessly and flawlessly riding sections of trail that were deemed as “scary” just a little bit earlier. It is always amazing to see what a clinic can do and how a great teacher like Dawna can help people enjoy the dirt even more.

The Race that Never Was


Heidi Wahl and Katey Martus attempted to take on this year’s 12 Hours of Mesa Verde.  Read about the conditions they experienced and the fun they had.

Sometimes even with all the planning and preparation, things just don’t transpire as you had hoped. This was certainly the case with this year’s 12 Hours of Mesa Verde. Hold on, I am already jumping to the punch line…. Let’s go back to the beginning.

I have raced this exceptional event for the last 5 years and couldn’t wait to race this year’s event with some amazing women teammates that surprisingly have never raced the famous Phil’s World course in Cortez.  Continuing with my “racing for fun” strategy for 2015, the Hoochie Coochie Mamas was comprised of women that were strong (and beautiful) but also were there to have fun regardless of the result: Katey Martus (Naked), Laurel Arndt (Vitesse (AZ)), and Lauren Costantini (Kappius). It had been raining all week in Denver, and the weather was forecasted to snow on Mother’s Day leading to many of the local races being cancelled. Our team virtually high-fived each other as the weather in Cortez was to be cool but dry, and we felt like we were escaping to warmer and dryer race conditions.

Katey and I drove down to Cortez together and enjoyed are road trip jamming out to a combination of dance/electronic and old 80s big-hair band music while sharing stories. We got our camp setup and were able to get in a pre-ride of the course before another wave of rain came through. Knowing it was recently forecasted to be below freezing that night with a high percentage of precipitation, 3 out of 4 of us wimped out from sleeping under the stars and stayed in a hotel that night to stay warm and dry while our 4th teammate was cozy in a RV at the race venue.

Race day arrived and so did the inclement weather. The temps were in the 30s, rain was turning to snow, but the race director reiterated that the course could handle a lot of water and the race was going to start as planned. We elected Katey to be our first person in rotation since she mistakenly mentioned that she had been jogging as part of her weekly training regime. She staged her bike in the corral and then jogged up to the start, but quickly realized she forgot the baton and ran back down to the car to grab it before returning to the start just as the gun (sounded more like a cannon) went off! As the racers ran an abbreviated course to avoid the mud, they were quickly on the single track vying for a position. With Katey on course, the rest of us watched the near-blizzard conditions start and started planning for the next lap realizing we didn’t bring enough warm winter riding gear.

The first racers came through with much slower lap times than normal, and a few teams were able to send out a second rider before they instituted a weather delay. The trails were slick as snot forcing racers to walk and carry their bikes over many of the obstacles, and the normally outrageously fun whoop-de-do sections (Maxxit, Vertebrae, and Ribcage) turned into a slip-n-slide mud fest. Drivetrains were caked with clay-like muck and racers were finishing looking like they had partaken in a cold, total body mud spa treatment. Katey came in and just looked at us with a resigned expression and said, “You couldn’t pay me enough to do that lap over again!” We laughed, expressed how awesome she was for being such a good sport about it, and quickly got her changed into dry clothing.

Race directors eventually (and regrettingly) cancelled the race to protect the trails and our bikes for which all of us were very thankful.  Our tribe gathered and we enjoyed a pasta meal from Lotsa Pasta and beer from Oskar Blues, while we laughed about the situation and swapped stories with old and new girlfriends while planning the next biking adventure – hopefully with a more successful outcome.

When the rubber hits the road…


Multi-sport athlete, Dana Platin,  faces some challenges in the weeks leading up to and during her first race of the season.  Read about how she overcomes this adversity and races to a 15 minute personal record at Galveston 70.3.  

It was my first triathlon of 2015, 70.3 Galveston, Texas.  The 70.3 triathlon consists of a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile time trial followed by a 13 mile run. I was doubting my ability as I had missed a handful of trainings due to work, nasty colds, a strained hamstring and throw in some snow days.  At one point, I considered not racing and then put myself ‘in-check’ with a ‘it is what it is’ and regardless of those setbacks I shifted my attitude from ‘you aren’t prepared’ to ‘bring it.”

I kicked off the race swimming noticeably slower than normal due what seemed to be a current that I was swimming against.  Faced with my first obstacle, I turned up my mental skills training, found my sea legs, persevered and pushed on.

I take off on the bike and felt good; real good. I know I am aiming for a negative split and have rock star cat 4 teammate Katie Whidden’s voice in my head ‘maintain 19-21mph for 28 miles and then go get that negative split.’  I followed the plan and was feeling strong at the 30 mile marker.  It then began to rain, rain hard.  I am usually a conservative rider and racer. I am the first to pull back and ‘call it a day’ when faced with rain or snow.  As the rain was coming down, I noticed that my confidence went up.  I was wondering ‘where did Dana go?’ I got more aggressive, determined and focused on the road and the goal.  I  left all fear on the race course. I increased my cadence and speed and went for it. I passed people one by one and kept going through the downpour.  What is it that allows this confidence to shine through and crush the inner critic when rubber hits the road and we need to perform?

Thanks to Specialized and Turin bikes for my Shiv Race rocket as it brought me confidence, calm and speed.  Thanks to Naked Women’s Cycling race team for the encouragement, support and training rides.  Thanks to Inspired Training Center for providing sanctuary and insane power training sessions on the snowiest of winter days as well as Naked Juice and that kale blazer juice!  As I stepped out of my comfort zone, took a calculated risk,  I raced the 56 mile time trial the fastest time I had ever raced.  After the rubber hit the road, I finished strong with the run.




Race Report: Louisville Crit & USAFA Road Race


Junior rider Ava Hachmann recaps her first time racing with her Naked women’s cycling team mates.  Read about her best career finish ever.  

A couple weekends ago I drove the 370 miles from my hometown of Durango up to Denver for Saturdays criterium, and for the USAFA road race on Sunday. Being a junior racer means my “mommy”/soigner/chauffeur came with me. Racing so far from home tends to be more stressful than when the race comes to you. Making sure to remember every piece of gear, equipment, charging cords, food and bikes is an art. And it was a good thing that I had all my cold-weather gear for my 8:30 am start time on Saturday. It was cold on the start line, but I had two teammates in the race to help get me going. The pace wasn’t too bad the first couple laps and the uphill part of the course broke up the field. Taking the opportunity to set the pace I moved up to the front and lead for lap after lap, never getting a gap but staying strong and confident and having fun hearing my team and name announced when I went across the line. In the final lap straightaway there was an attack and my small group became very spread out, due to poor timing we happened to be finishing at the same time as the chasing riders, so the finish line was very chaotic. I lost track of who I was trying to out sprint, so I just passed as many people as I could before the line. I ended up in fifth place, my best career finish. I am thankful for my teammates who stayed after their race and cheered me on!

The next day we drove out to the Air Force Academy for the Pro-open category road race. The course was rolling and hilly, with quite a bit of descending. There were five of us Naked women in the race all ranging from cat 4 to pro1/2’s, giving the race some depth. The race started slow, with Naked taking turns pulling the pack and keeping the pace down on the climbs. The finish line was on of a sustained climb and there was an attack before lap one was over, the field was blown apart and three groups formed. I worked hard to solo-bridge the gap between the third and second group, I worked hard to stay on the wheel of Katie Harrer, but I couldn’t hang on any longer after we began the final climb for the second time. I worked together with one of the Masters women to finish the race. After grabbing some lunch (and ice cream!) we drove all the way back home, thankfully I didn’t have school Monday. Overall I had a really good weekend of racing, and met more of my teammates! Looking forward to the Clasica De Rio Grande after an upcoming weekend of mountain biking in the desert!

I Found my Juice

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 New Naked Womens Cycling rider, Dana Platin, describes how she is adjusting to life back in America after 17 years in South America.  Read about her journey and how she has found her place as part of this squad.

A couple of weeks ago, I was telling some work colleagues how excited I was to go pick up my new juice for cycling, I got a few empty stares.  I go home that day and tell my husband the same ‘my juice has finally arrived, I am going to get so strong this cycling season.’ Another 3 second stare.  That would be Naked Juice as I am a newcomer to their cat 4 Naked Women’s Cycling race team for the 2015 season!

Impressions and aspirations of a cat 4 ‘newbie’

I moved to Colorado a year and a half ago after living in South America for the past 17 years.  While living in Ecuador, South America I was working with the Peace Corps, scaling the Andes Mountains, racing triathlon as well as discovered my passion for cycling. After some wear and tear from a running injury, I bought myself a road bike and found myself cycling in a velodrome and with the peloton at 9,000 feet elevation where the air was of so thin. I fell in love with cycling and spent my weekends riding long distances with girl friends and later raced road races on a women’s team. I found the camaraderie, community, and teamwork exhilarating, I was sold!

After being out of the country for so many years, coming back to the U.S. was at first scary, confusing and a bit overwhelming. I will never enter a Super Target again :). It took some time to readjust. As part of my readjustment stateside, I decided to set two goals and make ‘em happen in 2015:

  • Find a women’s cycling team that I could race with and
  • Surround myself with strong women who would help me grow as a cyclist

Thus far, I have accomplished both as I recently joined Naked Women’ s Cycling to race cat 4. My first impressions have been so positive.  I know I am surrounded by some of Colorado’s toughest gals; they have all been so welcoming, supportive, encouraging and humble!

My goals for this first race season are to work hard for my team, learn and continue to help women’s cycling grow and flourish.

As I continue to adapt and adjust I am re-learning cycling language in English.  As I first picked up a road bike living in Ecuador and learned all about cycling in Spanish, I still require a second in my head to translate that ‘plato grande’ is actually the big gear and ‘piñon’ is the cog, and when I want to yell ‘libre’ I need to actually say ‘clear’.  Crossing borders and crossing finish lines have taught me that you can adapt, overcome and achieve.

And yes, I have found my juice!