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By STEPHEN REGENOLD

It’s a Friday evening and the air at Grumpy’s Bar & Grill in Minneapolis is abuzz with the electricity of weekend release. Friends backslap and crowd six to a booth. Coats and bags and bike helmets pile up on the floor. “Take note of the puke bucket,” someone yells as I elbow through the crowd, stepping over cords and onto a little stage.

It’s my turn to pedal the stationary bike hooked up to the computer. I have 20 seconds to sprint and spin along an imaginary 500-meter course. “GO TIGER!” the screen flashes. And thus I start my ride.

photo: TC Worley

This is goldsprint racing, a rising offseason cycling activity that melds a stationary bike trainer with a videogame. Riders pedal to move wheels on a computer-connected roller system, transferring power output to its virtual equivalent onscreen, where an animated biker ticks along.

Faces go beat red in seconds, nostrils flare, and rubber literally burns as riders start up and spin full bore on aluminum rollers. Each 20-second session provides a great physical test for the rider as well as an entertaining spectacle for bar patrons in the crowd. The puke bucket stands ready for both causes.

“Come on, come on!” the emcee screams. I’m halfway through my session, an elimination round where riders go solo to prove their worth. My head is down, body leaned out over handlebars. I’m gasping, heart racing, the room fading in and out, bursts of light and audible flashes. “Five seconds to go,” someone shouts.

photo: TC Worley

Goldsprints — which were popularized in cities like New York and London in recent years — have a historical connection to roller racing, a similarly obscure format that’s been around for decades. Roller racing employs a mechanical system to move clock arms on a large dial face. Each revolution of the roller under a rider’s wheel transfers to gears that measure and pace off speed and distance traveled.

For goldsprints, computer code and magnet sensors are used in lieu of gears and clock dials. At the Grumpy’s event — which was the first in a series of four “ColdSprints” held last year at the bar — a plasma screen over the stage revealed riders’ distance traveled and virtual speed in miles-per-hour readouts.

None of the equipment for goldsprints is available commercially. The Grumpy’s setup was assembled ad hoc by volunteers from the local bike community and Little Guy Racing, an area cycling team. Local bike shops donated the rollers and other cycling equipment. Racers paid $5 to ride, and proceeds were donated to an area food shelf.

photo: TC Worley

Behind the scenes, Landon Bouma, a 30-year-old computer programmer, spent two months creating a custom program for the ColdSprints series he calls “Dash, Minneapolis!”. An IBM laptop, a cannibalized bike computer, a magnet sensor, some lead solder, and a networking COM port to connect the analog rollers to the digital interface rounded out Bouma and crew’s Frankensteinian creation. “It was a ton of work,” Bouma said.

Race night drew about 65 riders and more than 150 people to watch. The action started at 7p.m., Bouma manning a laptop upfront while Tim Hayes of Little Guy Racing served as emcee. “Let’s give it up for Jake!” Hayes shouted, signaling Jake Helmbrecht, one of his teammates, to come forward and ride.

Helmbrecht straddled the stationary bike. He spun a couple revolutions to warm up. Then the screen flashed: “R U READY?”

“Go!” screamed Hayes. Helmbrecht gritted his teeth, leaning far forward to put force on the pedals. He spun into a blurring cadence, grunting, breathing, wheezing as his animated vestige blipped onscreen along the course.

photo: TC Worley

The crowd alternatively watched Helmbrecht and the clock, cheering, hoisting beers, straining to see, then counting down in unison at the end: “Five, four, three, two, one!”

In 20 seconds, Helmbrecht had traveled a virtual 1,318 feet, averaging speeds above 40 miles per hour, enough to put him in first place for round No. 1 — a position he held through advancing rounds for the rest of the night.

My effort yielded a 1,200-foot distance in the first round’s allotted 20-second time slot, a middle-of-the-pack score. Physically, the goldsprint format was not like anything I’d ever done, as you’re forced to go from a resting heart rate in the crowd immediately to your max physiologic output on the bike.

photo: TC Worley

For 15 seconds, my legs and lungs held out. Then things got weird, the room going quiet, lights flashing, on the verge of blackout.

I fizzled through the final 2 seconds then leaped off, pushing into the crowd lightheaded and woozy to clapping, backslapping and cheers.

Hayes grabbed the microphone. “You got it, nice work,” he shouted. “Now who’s up next?”



(Stephen Regenold writes The Gear Junkie column for eleven U.S. newspapers; see www.THEGEARJUNKIE.com for video gear reviews, a daily blog, and an archive of Regenold’s work.)

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