





I'm curently deployed in lovely Montreal, Quebec, Peoples Republic of. Whilst enjoying a particularly rare and balmy winter day by strolling along the river, I spied a group of wheeled denziens ahead of me, and followed thier somewhat obvious path towards what appeared to be the local skating rink. Upon closer inspection, the true nature of roleur madness was revealed; an ice race.
The formula for this insanity: take a set of perfectly good clinchers, spend the night consuming Sleeman's while poking between 60 and 130 machine screws through the tires, seal with ample quantities of ductape, lower tire pressure to sub-6 bar levels and head to the nearest frozen pond. The racing went down like this - four riders to a heat for qualifying, four laps per heat. Semi's would run six laps and the finals would be eight. A special category was set up for the nutcases who opted to just race rubber - that is to say, studless, normal tires. The start was delayed several hours by the need to repair tires, consume beer, roll smokes, show off frozen track stands, no-hands skids and the occasional proactice lap. I stuck around through heat's one and two before my toes started to feel like the ice beneath them and I packed it back to my lodging. You can probably find results here, if that sort of thing matters to you.
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