The Complete History of The Ice Weasels Cometh
It’s the second weekend of December. Normally, I spend 2–4 days of this weekend running around an icy and/or muddy field, at a variety of locations, putting on one of New England’s most unique ‘cross races. This year, however, there’s a pandemic sweeping the globe, so I’m using my newfound free time to write down everything I can remember about doing this race 11 (or is it 12?) times, with 6 (7? 8?) different co-promoters, at 5 different venues.
Ice Weasels 2008: What if the Season Didn’t End at NBX?
I got into cyclocross in 2006. By the time the middle of the 2008 season rolled around, I was an EXPERT in the field, obviously, and I’d even joined a team (International Bicycle). It seemed like there was a lot of enthusiasm for cyclocross in New England every year at the season finale in Rhode Island, so my girlfriend at the time (Linnea Koons) and I started kicking around the idea of trying to run a race on the weekend afterward. Of course we didn’t know anything about how to do this, or where we would do it, but we mentioned it to teammate and generally-wiser-dude-than-us Thom Parsons (whose grandmother had a tiny farm in Wrentham) and Diane Fortini (who knew everything you could ever need to know about running races in New England) and BOOM, we’re race promoters now!
Thom’s grandmother’s farm might be the smallest venue to ever host a New England cross race. I had never built a ‘cross course before, so I addressed this lack-of-space by creating a course with no less than TWENTY TWO hairpins in a row as it snaked through her garden and yard using every available inch of space.
The course sucked. There was like a 3-minute stretch where you couldn’t pass anyone because there was a hairpin every 9 seconds. Hey, it seemed reasonable when I was on foot…
But cyclocross rules, so it was still awesome.
The original name we had for the event was something utterly bland, like “Wrentham CX,” but then Thom started smashing weird ideas together in his head and “The Ice Weasels Cometh” fell out. The name is, of course, a combination of “The Iceman Cometh” (a big November mountain bike race in Michigan) and a Matt Groening quote about love.
162 people showed up. Thom was a big singlespeed mountain biker, so we ran one of the first SSCX races ever in New England. Linnea almost missed her start because she was race promoting. Thom’s grandma watched from her kitchen and declared the horde of freezing men in lycra attacking her lawn “beautiful.” I sprinted against Matt Myette for the last beer handup. Mike Patrick, may he rest in peace, dropped me every single lap by hopping the single giant uphill barrier because he was a BMX ninja.
Women’s winner: Linnea Koons
Men’s winner: Alec Donahue
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Linnea Koons, Thom Parsons
Results: https://www.crossresults.com/race/611
Ice Weasels 2009: Did you know it snows in December?
Obviously there was no way we weren’t doing this again, because I was already better at bike race promoting than actual bike racing. There was a weird winter storm during the week of the race, which left most of Eastern Mass snowless, but somehow gave Wrentham 3 inches of snow covered in an icy crust. We had no idea until we got there to build the course Friday morning, and the only reason we even got a course built at all was by sending someone to a hardware store (Lauren Kling, maybe?) to buy a spike we could hammer into the ground before placing the step-in stakes.
It took us most of the day to hammer stakes in, and then we tested the course with the sun going down, and the lap length seemed totally reasonable if you were flogging a cross bike through crust-over-powder.
The next morning, the Cat 4 men blasted the surface into an icy autobahn in less than a lap, and suddenly we had 87 dudes turning laps around five minutes long. A guy on a mountain bike won the race and half the field got lapped. It took the officials easily an hour to sort out what had happened in that race (while trying to score the next race), but eventually we got results and I promised I’d never make the course that short again.
218 people showed up for year 2, and the race was already turning to the end-of-season party that people wanted after the “serious” finale the week before at NBX. I specifically remember taking an entire cupcake handup in a single bite and being aerobically compromised for several minutes afterward.
The promoting staff had gained Kevin Sweeney, whose main skill was “knowing someone at Harpoon.” In related news, we had 2 free kegs from Harpoon and some snow fence that said “Harpoon” on it. We checked IDs and gave away lots of free beer, and found out just how fast 2 kegs disappear at a bike race.
Women’s winner: Karen Potter
Men’s winner: Alec Donahue
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Linnea Koons, Thom Parsons, Kevin Sweeney
Ice Weasels 2010: The Mess Gets Hotter
The third year was really where the Weasel “flying by the seat of your pants” brand started to take off. Linnea and I broke up about a month before the race, so I spent most of my race-prep time drinking instead of doing work on the race. Thom got sent to Bend, Oregon at the last minute to work CX Nationals for the Pedro’s CX team… so wait… who is running this thing, exactly?
Surely unrelated to drinking for a month, I managed to lose the 400 numbers I’d bought for the race and not realize it until 24 hours before the start— but MRC delivered me all their extra numbers from their race the night before the race, I reassigned a bunch of bib numbers, and we were good to go — the first, but not the last, time that a major Weasel promoting crisis was solved via the “beg on social media” method. [It has since been pointed out this begging actually started in 2009]
With Thom away, his wife Miriam stepped up to be the “person who knows the grandmother whose farm is overrun with increasingly intoxicated cyclists,” and if you think that’s not a crucial role, think again.
An army of Goguens [a local racing family with like 9 kids] showed up and built us a flyover for a criminally low cost. I don’t know why we needed a flyover, but we did. Toby Wells broke his seatpost descending it, because when you’re speed building flyovers for cheap, you aren’t spending extra wood smoothing out that transition.
The course was the best it had ever been, because a flyover allows you to create a “hey buddy!” section — a spot where two parts of the course parallel each other and have the same direction of travel — so you can heckle people a half-lap ahead (or behind) you while racing. I remember exhorting Kevin, half a lap ahead, to beat Brian Wilichoski and get back our prize money. But he didn’t, because no one beats Brian Wilichoski.
Women’s Winner: Catherine Sterling
Men’s Winner: Brian Wilichoski
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Kevin Sweeney, Thom Parsons, Miriam
https://www.crossresults.com/race/1614
Ice Weasels 2011: We Are Officially Out of Control
By the 4th year, things were going TOO well. Turns out that a party race with free beer just outside Boston was a pretty easy sell to the masses of NECX. The race grew to 423 riders, and we completely filled the field across the road from farm. There were so many people crossing the road to get to the race from parking that we hired a police officer who stopped to investigate on the spot to direct traffic.
The course was once against the best it had ever been. The flyover was back, Kevin turned into a badger and dug out a whole new back section on some property you couldn’t prove we didn’t own, and I built like 4 different hey-buddy sections now that I knew how much fun they were, and there were new hoppable barriers.
It was also the first year we had LEGIT riders show up — the men’s race was a battle between Curtis White and Nick Keough, and the women’s race came down to Crystal Anthony vs Sally Annis.
We had our first brush with drama as well— the USAC officials decided that the party was officially getting beyond the realm of bike racing, and started DQ’ing people for taking beer handups — and I DQ’ed a 15-year-old Peter Goguen from the top 10 of the elite race, despite his protestations that riding through an untaped gap between some bushes to cut the course and save 10 seconds was “clever” and not “cheating.”
Women’s Winner: Crystal Anthony (who also won the 3/4 men!)
Men’s Winner: Curtis White
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Kevin Sweeney, Thom Parsons
Ice Weasels 2012: Flying Too Close to the Sun
After the getting our racers DQ’ed by USAC for drinking and getting a strongly worded letter from the head official after the race, we decided to become unsanctioned in 2012. The biggest problem with not being sanctioned is having no one to score the race, which was a terrifying proposition with over 400 racers expected. Amazingly, I found a program called CrossMgr on the internet that was made for this exact scenario, and my girlfriend Christin agreed to type numbers into a computer as fast as her frozen fingers would allow, accidentally signing herself up to be the timing crew at every event I’ve run in the 8 years since then.
We made the huge mistake of buying the flyover from Gloucester (why rent a flyover when you could own one? I bet Paul is still laughing that he managed to make us pay him to take that pile of lumber away) and hiring “Johnny the carpenter” who had built it at Gloucester to build it for us. It cost about 3x a Goguen flyover, and Johnny and Kevin spent 2 straight days building it. On the plus side, it was solid enough you could have parked a car on top.
We also ran headlong into the inevitable loss of weather roulette that every cyclocross promoter must face some day: after 3 sunny years and 1 awesomely snowy year, we got 40 degree rain on race day. Chandler Delinks donated a 4-way hose splitter to our bike wash so he could get his bike clean before 2013, and that splitter has lived in the back of my car ever since.
Meanwhile, the event was so big now that EVERY SINGLE FIELD SOLD OUT. We had an 85 rider field limit because the venue was so cramped, and even the women’s race (Jedi + Beginner in one time slot) was full.
With the rain, a “mere” 388 people showed up. We got cars stuck in the field. We got tow trucks trying to pull cars out stuck in the field. We destroyed the farm and had to hire landscapers to try to put Thom’s grandmother’s farm back together. Patrick Cochran put his kit down on some haybales in the farm and got ringworm.
We spent an entire extra day building a singletrack-ish section in the woods, so the course was extra extra awesome and I was extra extra tired. Near the end of the race, I saw Curtis White approaching, and slowed down to make sure I got lapped because I had work to do anyway. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the last time I’d ever race in the event.
I also made a DISASTROUS math error calculating lap times and the women’s race was only 27 minutes long, proving that there might be some value to having experienced officials running the show.
Women’s Winner: Mo Bruno Roy
Men’s Winner: Curtis White
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Kevin Sweeney, Thom Parsons
https://www.crossresults.com/race/3071
Ice Weasels 2013: The First Venue Change
After 5 years of getting bigger, crazier, drunker at Thom’s grandmother’s farm, and doing a legitimately significant amount of damage to the fields, gardens and lawn in the rain of 2012, it became clear that we need to go somewhere else with our shenanigans before Thom got written out of his family’s will.
We spent most of the fall thinking that we were going to run the race at Adams Farm in Walpole, MA, based on some connections we had there. We were definitely going to have no trouble securing the permits to use it, or serve alcohol there… until about a month before the race when we found out that the reality of getting approved to run the event there was actually a project we should have started at least 6 months earlier then we actually did. Which was kind of a problem, since over 500 people had already registered to race in Walpole with us.
Enter the legendary Paul Boudreau, promoter of the Gran Prix of Gloucester, a huge UCI race on the North Shore that had walked a fine line of nearly losing its venue after a rainy year in 2011. Paul had a backup spot all scoped out for 2012 that he ended up not using — so he put me in touch with his guy, who had a weird farm property north of Boston 19 days before our intended race day.
I signed a contract with him 12 days before the race and officially moved the race location and emailed everyone to offer refunds. 8% of people took the refund.
The race, by this point, was one of the biggest races in New England, and even with the refunds and a race-day high of 19 degrees, 418 people turned out in Rowley for the coldest edition of the event, and to tackle the biggest runup in New England history.
Despite the temperature being in the teens, Vickie Monahan was not dissuaded from racing in the angel costume she had acquired. For obvious reasons, this became the most viral photo we’ve ever had at the race.
We continued to have some spicy rulings, despite the absence of officials — I DQ’ed a masters rider for preriding during the women’s elite race, and Ellen Noble claimed she was DQ’ed from the singlespeed race for having a number that no one could read. I, of course, argue this is not a DQ, because if you don’t have a number on, you were never Q’ed to begin with! In any case, Ellen may or may not have stood on a podium, but she definitely never got onto the results sheet.
Expecting 400 people in a windswept field on a frigid day, we rented a large, heated tent. The tent got warm enough that if we kept the free beers (still sponsored by Harpoon! Up to 6 kegs now!) close to the heater they didn’t freeze. We had to sign a contract with the tent company stating we’d pay for any damage to the tent — not because of the race’s reputation, but because of the nor’easter that was coming in on the afternoon of the race.
We tore the course down in record time as snow dumped down, cleaned up what we could, and hightailed it out of there. The next day there were 12 inches of snow where the course had been.
Women’s Winner: Nicole Cyr
Men’s Winner: Peter Goguen (not DQ’ed this time!)
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Kevin Sweeney, Thom Parsons
https://www.crossresults.com/race/3952
Ice Weasels 2014: And You Thought Last Year Was a Late Venue Change
We planned to go back to the weird Castle/farm in Rowley (did I mention the weird barn/house/turret thing where the owner lived? No? Ok, click that link). But our plans were thwarted by Mother Nature dropping 5 inches of rain on Rowley, Massachusetts on race week. Thom and I showed up Thursday morning and sloshed around the field we thought we were gonna park 400 cars in… and the owner made it clear that the only way we were parking 400 cars there is if we were towing out 400 cars and paying to fix all the damage.
I thought we had no choice but to cancel the race. Thom, however, is a man with connections. One of his connections was a guy named Chris Nichols, who had some pull at a little park down in Rhode Island called “Diamond Hill.”
Next thing I know, we’re driving 2 hours south to Diamond Hill with a U-Haul full of CX race.
We got there at 3pm, rode around once, discuss a possible course design, turned on Strava, rode the prospective lap. 1.5 miles long. Totally viable. SEND IT.
Portapotties got rerouted, insurance certificates got changed, racers got emailed. THE RACE IS HAPPENING 2 HOURS SOUTH, LET’S GOOOOO.
Did we have permission to use the park? Maybe. Kind of. Chris knew the grounds guy. We put the town on the insurance forms. I sent a very polite and formal letter to the mayor requesting permission for the event and outlining why it was legit, because that’s what Chris said to do. Never got a response. So Friday morning came along and we started locking down a park in course tape and stakes, wondering if the cops were going to show up and tell us we had no business doing it. They never did.
About 20% of racers took the refund option, because driving to freakin’ Rhode Island when you were planning on racing in Northern Mass is kind of a big change. But 456 riders made it, for what might have been my favorite Ice Weasels ever. The course was one of the funnest we’ve ever built (not bad for a 30minute sketch in the dark!), the racing was competitive, the weather was PERFECT (low 40s, sunny, dry) and everyone who DID make it was super psyched to not be mud-boggin’ in Rowley.
This was the first year that we had the JRA Cycles Bad-Idea Ramp, which was surely the baddest idea we’ve ever had. Nearly a BMX-quarter pipe, 4 foot transition to a steep short ramp? Yeah, you could make it look GOOD if you were a retired BMX stud like Brian McInnis (owner of JRA). For the other 99% of riders, it was a deathtrap, and there was a crowd of 20 people going crazy at it all day, begging people to overestimate their abilities. That no one was concussed (or worse) on that feature is a damn miracle.
Women’s Winner: Mo Bruno Roy
Men’s Winner: Adam St. Germain
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Thom Parsons, Chris Nichols kinda sorta?
https://www.crossresults.com/race/4897
Ice Weasels 2015: To Insanity and Beyond
We wanted to use Diamond Hill again in 2015, but getting permission through official channels turned out to be more or less impossible, which only made me further question if we ever had permission to use it in 2014. But by now I was used to spending October searching for a new place to run the race, so it only seemed natural that Rob Stine and the NECT guys approached me mid-season and said “we’ve been building a semi-permanent CX course south of Providence, would be cool if you ever wanted to move Ice Weasels there…”
FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK!
Maybe I just love every venue and course, because Riverpoint CX Park was awesome, just like Diamond Hill, Rowley and Wrentham. Rob’s a crazy-good mountain biker, so it was littered with berms, whoops, drops, sand and brambles. The kind of stuff that would be fun on a mountain bike, but even more fun (and sketchy) on a cx bike. So we hired some extra EMTs and got on the hype train.
(Ironically, the EMTs had exactly one incident on race day: A fat biker clipped another fat biker’s bars on a smooth grassy turn in the soccer field, and broke his collarbone. Fat bikes: THE SILENT KILLER)
This year was also Global Warming Weasels, with race day highs nearing 60. There was a hoppable log down in the woods, far away from the prying eyes of the authorities (and promoter), and that’s where the party started… and built throughout the day… until people got OUT. OF. CONTROL. I didn’t know until the pictures came out the next day, but there were Roman Candles placed on the log during the singlespeed race… so you couldn’t actually compete in the event unless you were comfortable with the very real, yet small chance, of getting burned by fireworks.
(The following year’s prerace email contained a “NO F-ING FIREWORKS AT THE RACE” request)
We set a new record for attendance, almost as if not having to refund a non-trivial portion of your customers due to a venue change helps turnout.. 520 people showed up to race in short sleeves.
We took the crazy lip off the JRA Cycles Bad Idea Jump (tm) which meant that it somehow got more dangerous… because now you could easily overjump the landing ramp and basically huck-to-flat on a CX bike. There some slipped handlebars, but somehow, no injuries once again.
While riders were lining up for the singlespeed race, a 4-piece marching band showed up and marched around doing marching band things. Someone paid them to do it. I have no idea who. It was absurd, and in retrospect, might actually have topped the “CX with a Butler” costume from 2013. Maybe it was even the same guy. Of all the things I remember, who did this is not one of them. [UPDATE: holy crap it was the same guy]
This was also the year that our portapotties got delivered with only TWO ROLLS in each portapotty, and we didn’t notice until they started running out at 9am. I sent an “anyone driving to the race who can stop and buy TP, I’ll pay you triple what it’s worth” tweet and crossed my fingers. By the end of the day I owned a LOT of toilet paper.
Women’s Winner: Sally Annis
Men’s Winner: Peter Goguen (once again, not DQ’ed!)
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Thom Parsons, Rob Stine
Ice Weasels 2016: Dialing In Riverpoint
Ice Weasels 2015 had been nearly perfect, and my only complaint was that the DANGER ZONE was down in the woods and about a million miles from the Team Tent Zone and Announcing Zone. And as someone who has to stay relatively near the latter zones for the entire day, I really wanted to get the DANGER ZONE closer to home base.
Luckily, Rob speaks Rhode Island townie, and there was a parking lot full of school buses near the DANGER ZONE — so he just got all the bus drivers to move their busses for that one day, and now we had everything cool in basically the same area. Finish line, team tents, danger zone, hoppable barriers, hoppable log… all within 100 yards of each other. I was thrilled.
Of course one bus driver was MIA as the sun went down on Friday…so that’s why the finish straight snaked awkwardly around a lone school bus.
We rerouted the 2015 course a bit because some guy was living in the middle of the course down by the river in a tent.
Rob got in an amazing yelling match with park staff because we staked the course across the edge of a soccer field, and it takes a townie to handle a townie.
The race day weather was savagely cold, and Riverpoint had no indoor space. We upgraded from the 2013 “lukewarm tent in a field” solution to “hot trailer in a parking lot,” but only the registration staff got to enjoy it.
503 people showed up. Fireworks were on the banned list this year, so the crowd resorted to almost fully blocking the race course in the Danger Zone and throwing a yoga ball at innocent racers just trying to get their Weasel on. Someone made a fathead of me, and there were signs reminding people who to sue if they felt so inclined.
Women’s Winner: Turner Ramsay
Men’s Winner: Peter Goguen
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Thom Parsons, Rob Stine
https://www.crossresults.com/race/6898
Ice Weasels 2017: The Conditions I Dream Of
For the tenth edition of the race, the course was unchanged (except for the school bus… I think we got all the buses moved this year), but the weather changed massively. Instead of 40s and sunny, we got 33 and dumping snow — the worst conditions you can ever drive in, but the best conditions you can ever drive a ‘cross bike in.
The snowstorm was hell on attendance (“only” 398 people showed up) and it’s possible that mountain biking around a decrepit town park in Rhode Island was starting to lose its luster for some people — but it was another year where I thought it was one of the best events we’ve ever done, just because the riding was so damn good.
You might think that snow and ice on top of one of the gnarliest CX courses in New England would be dangerous, but this was one of the years where my EMTs had literally zero business, proving once again that if things actually LOOK dangerous, people slow down and no one gets hurt.
Women’s Winner: Alli Mrugal
Men’s Winner: Tyler Clark
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Thom Parsons, Rob Stine
https://www.crossresults.com/race/7923
Ice Weasels 2018: It’s New Venue Time Again!
Rob moved away from Rhode Island after the 2017 race, and suddenly the brambles reclaimed our race venue. Back to the drawing board! But we had months of warning on this one, so no big deal.
Enter Greg Bonnette. There was an abandoned mental hospital in Medfield, and cyclists had been saying “that would be a cool place for a cross race” for years. Greg was under the impression that the Ice Weasel brand was NOT a huge liability that could lead to someone getting run out of their hometown, so he made a PowerPoint presentation, put on a sweater with a tie, and went to a town meeting to sell the fine citizens of Medfield on a m̶o̶n̶o̶r̶a̶i̶l̶ cyclocross race. Did he know what cyclocross was? We’re still not sure.
After 10 years of this crap, Thom retired from the official promoting team (but still made the promo videos), and Chip Baker (who I had been running Night Weasels with for years) went with Greg to the town meeting, and that implicitly placed him on the promoting team, whether he wanted to be or not.
We were very concerned about how Medfield State Hospital, an actual, highly visible, public property, frequented by many dog-walkers, would mesh with the shenanigans that were integral to Ice Weasels by now. Greg made tons of clip-art signage warning the dog-walkers (we were terrified of the dog walker lobby!) about the race. We negotiated a “tailgating allowed after noon” permit with the town. Ryan Kelly, longtime race announcer, told everyone not to drink on the PA, every five minutes, for the whole morning. Much to my surprise, people were 100% compliant. At 12:01, a wave of pop tops could be heard across the grounds, and the party was on.
As we were moving from the woods of gnar to a field of grass, it seemed like a good idea to create our own gnar. Rich Pirro built us a set of barriers that allowed riders to skip dismounting if they could ride an 8-inch wide skinny up and over the top.
It seemed so easy in practice, I was arguing that we cut it down to 6" wide to least make it interesting… but then John Schuster broke his fork on it in the first race of the day… and someone concussed themselves out of the lead in the following race… and it became clear that we’d actually managed to build something even more dangerous than the JRA Bad Idea Jump.
The elite men’s race came down to Ben Frederick and Bobby Nash sprinting at the skinny full blast (you better believe I put it one turn before the finish line), Ben getting there first, Bobby missing the ramp and EXPLODING, and me making a mental note to never ever create a feature with that much penalty for failure that can be ridden at 20 mph again.
With a newer, bigger, wider, and honestly more beginner-friendly course, we raised the field limits and hit a new record for turnout: 552 people made it to the results sheet in 2018.
Women’s Winner: Lizzy Gunsalus
Men’s Winner: Ben Frederick
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Greg Bonnette, Chip Baker
https://www.crossresults.com/race/8902
Ice Weasels 2019: C’mon, it’s not even a Venue Change
2018 was smooth. Too smooth. After his first year, Greg probably thought that promoting a ‘cross race was fun and easy, so for 2019, we turned back the clock to good ol’ Hot-Mess-Weasels.
The weather forecast got bad. Real bad. When we met Friday morning to build the course, the forecast for Saturday’s race day was for 3 inches of rain at the venue with winds gusting to 40.
But…. what if we just didn’t do the race on Saturday?
By noon we’d made enough phone calls to confirm we could delay the race by 24 hours. So I emailed everyone — hey, that race you thought you were doing tomorrow… you’re not. See you Sunday. Or not and take your money back.
About 20% of people took their money back, but only 2 out of 500+ sent me a passive aggressive email implying we should have held the race Saturday, so it felt like a pretty big win. Conditions on Sunday were great, the ground soaked up those “3 inches” of rain (in reality, it was a mere 2" that fell) and while some ruts grooved in, we didn’t need a bike wash and we didn’t need to spend thousands of dollars in turf repair.
Greg worked real hard building course with us on Friday, and even did some test rides of the course, because he was STOKED. Then Sunday morning at 5am he called me: his back was totally locked up, he couldn’t get out of bed, and if he did, he was going to the hospital, not the race. The most influential man in Medfield was out, and Chip and I were on our own.
After last year’s skinny barrier debacle, we changed the course so that they came directly off a corner, so hurtling yourself into them at 15mph wasn’t an option — plus, since you had to line it up while turning, it got a LOT harder. The failure rate went up, and the injury rate went down. Huge success!
What wasn’t a success was the burn barrel that some fans ran throughout the day, with people blissfully shoveling wood into it without a care in the world, until at 4pm we discovered there was a 55 gallon drum full to the top with hot coals that suddenly belonged to… us. And the sum total of on-hand water was a collection of half-empty water bottles.
The detail officer helpfully said he’d call the fire department. “They love this kind of stuff,” he said.
The fire department arrived, and it became clear that they most definitely DID NOT love this stuff. What they did love, however, was reading me the riot act about the incredibly irresponsible fire hazard we had created. 100 gallons (seriously) of water later, they left and we were left shoveling soaking coals into trashbags in the dark. Race promoting: it’s glamorous!
Women’s Winner: Emily Curley
Men’s Winner: Patrick Collins
Promoters: Colin Reuter, Greg Bonnette, Chip Baker
Ice Weasels 2020: Finally a Problem We Can’t Solve With a Venue Change
There’s a goddamn pandemic. So I wrote 5000 words. See you in 2021.
