Category: XCFeeds

Join us at our spring fundraiser! This will be a fun event and the proceeds will be used to help offset the travel, baggage fees, and room/board for high level racing. Here is a preview of some of the items you can come to bid on: * Ski trip to Ultima Thule Lodge, Wrangell-St. Elias * Hawaiian Vacations * 4-course meal for six cooked by 6 members of the APU girls teams & boys teams *

Join us at our spring fundraiser! This will be a fun event and the proceeds will be used to help offset the travel, baggage fees, and room/board for high level racing. Here is a preview of some of the items you can come to bid on: * Ski trip to Ultima Thule Lodge, Wrangell-St. Elias * Hawaiian Vacations * 4-course meal for six cooked by 6 members of the APU girls teams & boys teams *

Join us at our spring fundraiser! This will be a fun event and the proceeds will be used to help offset the travel, baggage fees, and room/board for high level racing. Here is a preview of some of the items you can come to bid on: * Ski trip to Ultima Thule Lodge, Wrangell-St. Elias * Hawaiian Vacations * 4-course meal for six cooked by 6 members of the APU girls teams & boys teams *

Join us at our spring fundraiser! This will be a fun event and the proceeds will be used to help offset the travel, baggage fees, and room/board for high level racing. Here is a preview of some of the items you can come to bid on: * Ski trip to Ultima Thule Lodge, Wrangell-St. Elias * Hawaiian Vacations * 4-course meal for six cooked by 6 members of the APU girls teams & boys teams *

Join us at our spring fundraiser! This will be a fun event and the proceeds will be used to help offset the travel, baggage fees, and room/board for high level racing. Here is a preview of some of the items you can come to bid on: * Ski trip to Ultima Thule Lodge, Wrangell-St. Elias * Hawaiian Vacations * 4-course meal for six cooked by 6 members of the APU girls teams & boys teams *

One of the most beautiful, quickest, and underutilized get-aways in Anchorage is ocean mudflats and marshlands. And there’s rarely a soul down there….maybe because it can be a perilous place if you aren’t aware of which areas are safe, the status of the tides, mud, ice, open hours of the Rabbit Creek rifle range, or access points. But if you check the stats and keep astute, there’s nothing

One of the most beautiful, quickest, and underutilized get-aways in Anchorage is ocean mudflats and marshlands. And there’s rarely a soul down there….maybe because it can be a perilous place if you aren’t aware of which areas are safe, the status of the tides, mud, ice, open hours of the Rabbit Creek rifle range, or access points. But if you check the stats and keep astute, there’s nothing

One of the most beautiful, quickest, and underutilized get-aways in Anchorage is ocean mudflats and marshlands. And there’s rarely a soul down there….maybe because it can be a perilous place if you aren’t aware of which areas are safe, the status of the tides, mud, ice, open hours of the Rabbit Creek rifle range, or access points. But if you check the stats and keep astute, there’s nothing

One of the most beautiful, quickest, and underutilized get-aways in Anchorage is ocean mudflats and marshlands. And there’s rarely a soul down there….maybe because it can be a perilous place if you aren’t aware of which areas are safe, the status of the tides, mud, ice, open hours of the Rabbit Creek rifle range, or access points. But if you check the stats and keep astute, there’s nothing

In the days before index shifting and carbon fiber bike frames, the experimental Danish filmmaker Jorgen Leth turned his camera to cycling. Atypical to film making today, Leth films with wide angle, long duration shots that let the story come to you. In 1973, Leth made two transcendent cycling movies. Stars and Watercarriers captures the perfectionism of the professional peloton from the Giro d’Italia in a simpler time. There’s a history and a certain beauty to the Grand Tours, three week affairs of attrition and resolve that trade in names like Giro, Vuelta, le Tour de France.

The Classics, though, are where its at. Instead of having to husband one’s finite reserves over two-thousand miles of racing, the Classics come as a one day Dante’s Inferno of martyrdom, as Leth tells it. Here, riding with heightened aggression and caginess are a prerequisite for a chance at the day’s greatest rewards.

After the riders leave the hard early spring racing from Italy and Belgium behind, events that trade in names Fleche Wallonne or Amstel Gold arrive. The crown jewel of them all is the Paris Roubaix. The name denotes the race’s 166 mile route from start to the finish north in Roubaix. This Classic presents a special challenge summed up in its alternate moniker, The Hell of the North. After 100 miles of mostly traditional riding, the roads give way to the Pave du Nord. These cobblestone pathways are so old – some trace back to the Romans – and so poor they are open only to farmers driving cattle, along with a certain bike race. It’s a race exclusive only to the hardest of men. Leth captures a young Eddy Merckx. He looks so dapper driving up the day before the Roubaix in this baby-blue-on-blue travel suit. Then, the next morning you see why Mercx is still known as the Cannibal.

My introduction can only do it so much justice. Here’s Jorgen Leth’s A Sunday In Hell. It’ll send shivers down your spine.

In the days before index shifting and carbon fiber bike frames, the experimental Danish filmmaker Jorgen Leth turned his camera to cycling. Atypical to film making today, Leth films with wide angle, long duration shots that let the story come to you. In 1973, Leth made two transcendent cycling movies. Stars and Watercarriers captures the perfectionism of the professional peloton from the Giro d’Italia in a simpler time. There’s a history and a certain beauty to the Grand Tours, three week affairs of attrition and resolve that trade in names like Giro, Vuelta, le Tour de France.

The Classics, though, are where its at. Instead of having to husband one’s finite reserves over two-thousand miles of racing, the Classics come as a one day Dante’s Inferno of martyrdom, as Leth tells it. Here, riding with heightened aggression and caginess are a prerequisite for a chance at the day’s greatest rewards.

After the riders leave the hard early spring racing from Italy and Belgium behind, events that trade in names Fleche Wallonne or Amstel Gold arrive. The crown jewel of them all is the Paris Roubaix. The name denotes the race’s 166 mile route from start to the finish north in Roubaix. This Classic presents a special challenge summed up in its alternate moniker, The Hell of the North. After 100 miles of mostly traditional riding, the roads give way to the Pave du Nord. These cobblestone pathways are so old – some trace back to the Romans – and so poor they are open only to farmers driving cattle, along with a certain bike race. It’s a race exclusive only to the hardest of men. Leth captures a young Eddy Merckx. He looks so dapper driving up the day before the Roubaix in this baby-blue-on-blue travel suit. Then, the next morning you see why Mercx is still known as the Cannibal.

My introduction can only do it so much justice. Here’s Jorgen Leth’s A Sunday In Hell. It’ll send shivers down your spine.

In the days before index shifting and carbon fiber bike frames, the experimental Danish filmmaker Jorgen Leth turned his camera to cycling. Atypical to film making today, Leth films with wide angle, long duration shots that let the story come to you. In 1973, Leth made two transcendent cycling movies. Stars and Watercarriers captures the perfectionism of the professional peloton from the Giro d’Italia in a simpler time. There’s a history and a certain beauty to the Grand Tours, three week affairs of attrition and resolve that trade in names like Giro, Vuelta, le Tour de France.

The Classics, though, are where its at. Instead of having to husband one’s finite reserves over two-thousand miles of racing, the Classics come as a one day Dante’s Inferno of martyrdom, as Leth tells it. Here, riding with heightened aggression and caginess are a prerequisite for a chance at the day’s greatest rewards.

After the riders leave the hard early spring racing from Italy and Belgium behind, events that trade in names Fleche Wallonne or Amstel Gold arrive. The crown jewel of them all is the Paris Roubaix. The name denotes the race’s 166 mile route from start to the finish north in Roubaix. This Classic presents a special challenge summed up in its alternate moniker, The Hell of the North. After 100 miles of mostly traditional riding, the roads give way to the Pave du Nord. These cobblestone pathways are so old – some trace back to the Romans – and so poor they are open only to farmers driving cattle, along with a certain bike race. It’s a race exclusive only to the hardest of men. Leth captures a young Eddy Merckx. He looks so dapper driving up the day before the Roubaix in this baby-blue-on-blue travel suit. Then, the next morning you see why Mercx is still known as the Cannibal.

My introduction can only do it so much justice. Here’s Jorgen Leth’s A Sunday In Hell. It’ll send shivers down your spine.