Somewhere in Kane Co.
Squint HArd Enough it looks like Belgium.
Welcome to the land of long, straight byways, no shade, and multi-directional headwind. Sure, we get the occasional postcard afternoon, but the rides we remember, with miles that get longer every time we tell the story, these happen in an eternal Midwest April-of-the-mind, when grey and chilly becomes sideways snow and your front derailleur snaps off on the downstroke in the middle of nowhere.
Way out beyond the burbs, where the state road crosses the old highway, at the unmarked intersection of Randonneuring and Gravel, that’s where you’ll find Midwest Allroad Cycling, the biggest, best, mostly fictional, Faux Flandrien cycling club you’ve never heard of.
We look grim, but we are happy.
We ride hard to stay warm.
We are Midwest A.C. and frankly…
We’re living for this shit.