By Matt Dinsmore
Last Sunday Dylan, Evan Wynn and myself attended the Hilly Hellacious. Asheville Youth Cycling–the region’s premier youth development program promotes the event for the benefit of its highly successful and well-established non-profit organization. Why, our very own Asheville native and Category 1 heartthrob Evan Wynn once occupied a spot on AYC’s roster! Needless to say we eagerly anticipated getting out for a ride through Western North Carolina’s mountains, giving homage and support to a cause from which we all benefit.
We lined up in sunny but chilly fall temperatures around 50°. For the first time this year we donned cool-weather clothing. I personally wore two of our DNA Cycling jerseys over a DeFeet UnD wool undershirt, arm warmers, full-fingered Duragloves, and possibly a pint of my very own recipe of Sweatpants® Embrocation! You could hear teeth chattering over the speakers’ pre-departure instructions. Upon the whistle, the massive field rolled out together, myself starting out very far behind Dylan and Evan who wisely posted at the front under the guise of discussing strategy with adolescent allies they’d secretly marked as dark foals. As the field floated along the winding roads of Fletcher for a few miles I slowly made my way to the front end to join my teammates, cheerfully chatting with friends new and old. It wasn’t long before we were at the foot of the brutal Bearwallow Mountain–one of the ride’s major attractions. Though we decided on a modest ascent prior to rolling out, Evan took AYC’s bait and fell victim to the blistering pace of the thirteen years-old, sixty-five-pounds “‘Waller Brawler”, Colton Brookshire. As I approached him, I heard him deliriously blathering about his 190+BPM heart rate and I feared he’d already done himself in before we even approached the first intermediate sprint point. As so many times before, he sought shelter beneath my wing and recovered enough to keep the band of merciless toddlers in sight with hopes of catching them at the first aid station where they would surely stop for quartered PBJ sammiches—crust-less of course. Upon our reunion we called a truce so that Evan could recuperate prior to pedaling together toward the next significant climb of the day. After a few minutes of chatty spinning we began the beloved Slick Rock Rd. and Rt. 64 descent into Batcave (the basecamp of my anonymous evening hobby). As we rose up and over Route 9’s undulations, we caught Evan’s awesome father John Wynn, who had shrewdly refused the first rest stop in order to stay ahead of Evan on points. Blood is thicker than water, and apparently that’s what fills John’s bidons. Another fact worth noting: John’s amplified iPhone pumped ‘Jock Jams’ (The infamous ‘Disc 7’) as we left him in the wake of Grayson Brookshire and Charlie Hough. The two were determined to catch Charlie’s dad, who must not have shared interests, musical or otherwise with Mr. Wynn. Slowly they reeled him in, and with a few shakes of his tail feathers Dylan flew the coop countering and only Charlie chased. Fortunately the second rest stop was just ahead, and Evan’s tempo had allowed a group of very tiny children including Asheville favorites, little Izzy-Bella Brookshire as well as the father-son-duo of Robert and Shawn Watkins to catch us. Since our fallen sprinter needed protection, we decided to roll with them for the rest of the ride, using the pretense of assisting the kids on the hills as a mask for our face-saving.
After another round of PBJs, we forged on to find Dylan waiting for us a few minutes later. As always the kids impressed, pushing on without complaint for the next twenty miles. Shawn shares his father’s zestin’ for aggressin’, and drove the pace himself a few times. Bella demonstrated the aptitude common in her family, dancing on the pedals when the roads turned up and bombing windy descents like Lil’ Falco. As we approached the finish, Bella called attention to my loose shoelace and stomped her pedals in my moment of distraction, snatching the sprint between us after we’d dropped our breakaway companions on the long slow drag up to Howard Gap. Clever girl!
While enjoying the post-ride merriments with the kids, I mused on their by now deeply ingrained positive behavioral patterns and hoped to see them carried on via the tradition of Asheville Youth Cycling. As we passed by my own home thirty minutes before finishing, Bella told us that this edition of the Hilly Hellacious was to be the longest ride she’d ever completed, her prior P.R. being sixty miles. Shawn stated he would achieve the same milestone. As EarthFare/Industry Nine riders devoted to the promotion of healthy and active lifestyles in children, we greatly appreciated the honor to witness their accomplishments firsthand. Soon they too will be tasked with the responsibility of guiding the next generation toward healthy living and I genuinely hope that our influence contributes to their continued impetus.
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