Here is what I do not understand about Thanksgiving: People moan about having to spend all day in the kitchen preparing so many dishes for a dinner they all agree is excessive and guilt-inducing that will be shared with family they complain about having to see. Then when it’s all done, people frantically shop for the same family members they didn’t want to deal with and kick off a month-long holiday season focused around repeating this same ritual several more times.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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FAQ for that photo.

Have you seen this photo? Of course you have. Everybody has. It keeps making the rounds and that’s fine – it’s a great photo – but I’d like to address a few things once and for all.

2015 Gastown Grand Prix

Photo by Stefan.

Wow, what an amazing photo!


Do you want to see the 76 photos I took of that same moment because I too had a camera and was there?


Hope he’s okay!

Women crash too.

You should probably work on your cornering.

Thank you. Here is some math: I raced 26 crits this year. Assuming 4 corners per course and an average of 30 laps per race, that means I raced through 3,120 corners in 2015, not counting more technical courses, road races, TTs, and training. I ate shit in one of those corners. I feel okay with that ratio.

But since you are perfect, please tell me more about your riding.

That’s badass!

Yes, the photo is fantastic. The crash was ordinary; I took the sharp turn too tight while accelerating into that crosswalk and the bike slid out. I was a bit banged up but got back in the race and finished. This happens to men AND women in races regularly. While I would love to take credit for being hardcore for getting back on the bike, that’s my job. I wasn’t seriously hurt and I wanted to be in the race. I waited until after to cry.

Did you see the photo appeared on [Cycling Tips, Facebook, a billboard on the moon]?

Probably. Is it the same photo as it was in the previous hundred appearances? Yes? Okay. Let me know when somebody starts printing tee shirts.

Will you autograph it for me?

I can be bought.

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Once more unto the breach, dear friends

And just like that, my off season has ended and preparation for the 2016 season has begun. I had to take a moment when getting ready to ride today to remember the routine – hmm, heartrate strap, oh yeah, shoes – and the first 50 meters on the bike were wobbly and awkward. But an hour later, it was as if there hadn’t been a break at all. I rode too hard, bonked a little, flipped the bird a time or four (a pedestrian clapped one of the times), and made a whole lot of promises to myself that I don’t intend to keep. More kale! Less scotch! Strict adherence to base mile pacing!

October is the season for optimism. (Mid-December is the season for the trainer and soul-sucking misery.)

It’s going to be a great year. #fyb2016 #supermintracing

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In The Wild

It’s my off season from cycling and because rest is challenging, I’ve been running for fun. Other than the constant joint aches and slight limp, it’s great! Highly recommend.

I flew out to Colorado last night for a friend’s wedding and decided to start today with a nice brisk jog. It went really well for the first minute and then the shooting pains started in my back and I had to revert to an aggressive power walk. It was discouraging – who wants to walk for exercise?! – but then the road turned from pavement to gravel to dirt and my interest was piqued. When I hit a NO TRESPASSING – GOVERNMENT PROPERTY sign, I knew shit was about to get real. My best moments in life have involved prohibitive signage.

A little over an hour of hiking and climbing later, I was at the summit. It was incredible. So much beauty and solitude…so many sweeping vistas…so much poor planning. I had no food or water, had neglected to apply sunscreen to anywhere except my face, and had abandoned my sweatshirt somewhere around the base of the mountain. #someregrets

I was slightly concerned about the situation and figured the quickest way down the mountain was over the side. That sounds stupid here but it’s not like I did a tuck and roll over a vertical face; I just sort of bypassed all the switchbacks and implemented an efficient slithering technique. After only a few missteps and some spilled blood, I was off the mountain and headed home.

Finding the sweatshirt again required using the car.

In conclusion, it would appear that I am less Daniel Boone and more Cheryl Strayed, but it was a worthwhile and wonderful adventure. What was supposed to have been a 30-minute run turned into a 2.25-hour hike and, despite being hungry, cold, and sunburned by the time I made it home, my first thought was that I couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow. With water.


These elk were sitting so casually that I couldn’t help but inch closer and closer for a better photo. By the time I was 15 feet away from the one with the huge antlers, something clicked and I finally understood how those “Tourist Gored By Bison At Yellowstone” headlines happen.


The wildlife is friendly around here!


Okay, um, HELLO. Typically I expect somebody to at least buy me a drink first.


Now he’s just being overly forward.


This tree doesn’t miss a thing.


Obligatory scenic vista. I climbed forever to get this shot and it’s not even that impressive in the photo.


More trees. Trying to pretend I’m the next Ansel Adams, only less gifted and with impractical footwear.


This moment – reaching the top of the mountain and standing amidst the clouds – was a worthwhile reward. Well, that and not getting eaten by a bear or collapsing from dehydration.

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This is how it feels to be last at Worlds.

When Richmond was announced as the location for the 2015 Road World Championships, I slapped a RICHMOND 2015 sticker on the wall in front of the trainer as a motivator. It seemed like a long shot, but the thought of competing at Worlds in my home state – I could drive there in less time than it would take to watch a movie – was incomprehensibly awesome. Unfortunately, my dreams were grander than my results in the following years and it looked like I’d be drinking on the sidelines in Richmond.

Then the idea of racing the team time trial (TTT) at Worlds came up last fall and my response was something along the lines of HERE TAKE MY ORGANS AND FIRSTBORN KID IN EXCHANGE. It seemed like an actual possibility and I spent many long rides last winter thinking that just maybe I was preparing to compete at Worlds.

Things didn’t go according to plan this year, though, and more and more it seemed like that dream wasn’t going to come true. My teammates and director wanted to go, but we lacked the necessary budget and as the weeks went by and Worlds drew nearer, it seemed unlikely that we’d be able to attend. It wasn’t until three weeks before the race that we received confirmation that yes, we were going.

So, okay. That was cool – HOORAY FOR WORLDS – but by that point, we didn’t have six riders available to race, we didn’t have TT bikes set up, and we’d never trained for or raced a TTT together. As much as I wanted to be part of Worlds, I didn’t want to just go for the sake of going, unless there would be free tee-shirts.

It was hard to get motivated in the face of what felt like overwhelming obstacles and I briefly considered calling in sick, but couldn’t bail on Jono (our team director), the sponsors supporting our adventure, or the other four riders. Instead, I packed the car and drove to Richmond the Wednesday before the Sunday race filled with a mix of excitement and skepticism. Maybe it would be incredible. Maybe we would crash out spectacularly. The only way to find out would be to go.

BMW Happy Tooth Coffee Stop

Team bonding over coffee after a training session.

We practiced as a team on Thursday and Friday. There were moments of fear and frustration as we learned to ride together but also times where excitement prevailed and it felt like we might just pull it all off. On the Saturday before the race, we did a full dress rehearsal of the event, complete with an official start and police escort on a closed course. There were crowds lining the course cheering as we went by, and suddenly my last doubt disappeared. We were competing at Worlds. WORLDS!

BMW Happy Tooth In The News

The local newspaper featured our team during the dress rehearsal.

The night before the race, I drove to the finish line and wandered around the empty VIP tents soaking up the atmosphere. In the choice between resting my legs for an extra 30 minutes or basking in the insanity of being an athlete at Worlds, there was no contest.

Lindsay Bayer and Jamie Smith

Trespassing in the VIP tents with the famous Jamie Smith.

Evening at TTT Worlds Finish Line

Enjoying the finish line before the chaotic moment of actually crossing it.

And then it was race day. Worlds. The last race of my season. A morning like any other and also uniquely overwhelming. We got to the start and warmed up on trainers surrounded by spectators and photographers, which only added to the excitement and intensity of the day. By the time we rolled to the start house, I was so nervous I couldn’t pee enough times but there was barely a moment to think before it was time to go on stage. The announcers called our names and the starters got us settled on the bikes as cameras filmed our final preparations. Then it was time to roll.

2015 TTT Worlds Start

It was so incredibly cool to be with my teammates in this moment. I may have taken that opportunity to recite the chant from Cool Runnings.

Hell Yeah Worlds


The race itself was a blur punctuated with moments I will never forget. Screaming crowds. The sound of our disc wheels. Flying at 50kph down a smooth, flat road. Looking at my teammates around me and thinking, “Holy shit, we are doing this.” I’ve never felt more like part of a team.

Sure, there were things we could have done better. From a technical perspective, we needed more practice to iron out kinks that would have saved time and energy. It would have been nice to have a sixth rider like almost every other team. But when we crossed the finish line upright, still friends, and with our dignity intact, it felt like a victory. We had raced the World Championships and given it our best.

It didn’t matter that we were last; there was so much to celebrate anyway. Jono had worked incredibly hard to help us be the best team we could and to give us the opportunity to race Worlds together. We rode our hearts out and did everything possible to make the best of what we had been given. It was wonderful and unforgettable and I’m so grateful for the experience and memories.

BMW Happy Tooth After TTT Worlds

Our trip to Worlds would not have been possible without Dr. Larry Moray of The Happy Tooth.

Lindsay Bayer Worlds Team Car

Driving to the start (in a skinsuit, so I get there faster).

Worlds Team Cars

A team sponsored by BMW rolls in style.

TTT Worlds Group

We’d spent four days staring at each other’s butts, so why not end with a rearview photo?

BMW Happy Tooth Team at Worlds

This amazing experience would not have been possible without the tireless efforts of Jono and the team staff.

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