May 29th: 5th Year Best Year

The weather is betta, the crew is chill. This season’s slogan might just end up being “Frankly, Tuck your Penis.” Or, “FTP.” I dunno, we’re still workshopping it. Whatever it ends up being, turnover is abound in Nacho-Land this year. No Danny (Boston), Cat (Bay), Sean (Bay), Jeff (Colombia), Bontner (Hamburg), and ZMan (Butt Implants) is a lot of power dropped out of the front group, but a new crop has popped up.

Matt, other Matt, Luke “Champ*†” Hileman, Will, Connor, Ralf, Rob, Hannah and Travis all made Nacho Debuts in the last two weeks, proving once again that Beijing Hip Hop brings the crowds in cycling.

This week saw Waters rd get… kind of graded a little. It can now be described as, “probably a bad idea to ride fast.” Instead of last weeks, “bring a diaper.” The group was smooth. Everyone pulled through, even Matt who pulled through like it was a sprint effectively towing the whole crew up to Fletcher, and also fucking himself completely.

The group trimmed down a bit going up to Parker, with everyone resting while Old Jay pulled. On the Falsest of Flats, everyone was making fun of NQNS-Stephen’s dumb fender being dumb in his wheel, but then he ripped it off and stuffed it in his shirt like a barbarian. He said “samurai” … maybe. Show us your not-cut-off-nipple and we’ll talk about “samurai.”

Nipple or not, NQNS didn’t quit, or spit, and made it to the top of Zeeb, and even held on to the kick over the horse-sex††-club, but then sat up! You were there! you had it! Anyway, whatever, Al n’ Connor rolled smooth the the finish and the whole group finished within about 2 minutes. Everyone was rolling fast and smooth. Way to go.

*short distance


††only a theory


Twenty Ninteteen

This is 2019. is five. If Nachoride was a human baby it may have finally have stopped shitting its pants. Unfortunately weekly-rides tend to move in the opposite direction on the shitty-pants continuum. On this fifth anniversary of Nacho Classique it is important to remember the core ideals of, and why it’s grown into what it has:

  • Nachoride is as Nachoride does.
  • Slow, then fast, then Bulgogi Fries.
  • Nachoride is not a club ride.
  • Nachoride is not a public ride.
  • Nachoride is not a race.
  • There is no placing on Nachoride.
  • You cannot win Nachoride.
  • You can lose Nachoride.

Nachoride started as a small group of friends riding on Wednesdays and then drinking a lot of beer afterwards. It has grown into a large group of friends, and that is wonderful. However, a wise, very, very, fucking old man, once said, “just because we both ride bikes, doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

So, like, be cool or go kill some other ride.





May Nachoz / NPL / Various / Bloodlungz / Bullshit

What the hell is going on? Is there a May NPL? Where is the scoring? Who is running this shit show? Well, karma finally caught up to Al for subjecting you to these videos every week. As an obese, sedentary, smoker, his lungs filled up with blood, he spent the weekend in the ER, and will be off the bike for a few months. This is not a joke. Well, it’s funny, but it’s not a joke. That asshole had a pulmonary embolism; it’s an affliction that can only affect an active, healthy person if you really, really, piss off whatever force/luck you believe in, by, say, writing an entire nacho-post about Seth’s dick. He’s alive, but still coughing up blood here and there. He’s definitely not enjoying these 65-and-sunny Nachorides. Whatever. I’m sure he doesn’t care all that much.

Cool, nobody cares, what about my Nacho Points? Danny, NQNS-Stephen, Jay and some others will be helping keep score and get things updated. Word on the street is that JeffAC has a line on some hott automated scoring shit. So GAME ON… Man U might have to forfiet with their GC rider out and the Kanton Kittens making up their sprint squad and being suspiciously absent.

We’ll get this updated ASAP. In the meantime…

Enjoy your days in the sun. Get on the bike. Things can go sideways fast.

May 6th: Seth’s Birthday, he’s a great dude

We don’t have a lot of information on this the May 6th Nachoride due to an event now know n as “The Chickening.” However, using advanced sensor techniques, satellite imaging, lasers and dentaldams, we have put together the following analysis within an acceptable margin of error.

The group accelerated quickly onto waters, with birthday-boy Seth and his entire krew of Kanton Kittenz taking the pace high. Coming up to the sprint at Fletcher, it looked like birthday-boy Seth wasn’t going to take it but his birthday-erect penis leaped forward from his bibs and he won by a head.

The Parker section saw the group split, come come back together, split again and eventually approach the sprint with all of the hitters still gunning for it. No Quit No Spit Stephen was perfectly set up for an easy win on the uphill sprint, but Seth’s Birthday Boner actually used its boner-cleat® to clip in and pedal him across first. Dick watts, amiright?

With the lead group established, and frankly, everyone terrified of Seth’s autonomous appendage, there wasn’t much (non boner) related action on the falsest of flats up to Zeeb. Nobody even bothered going for the sprint because they didn’t want to see what Seth’s dong would do next. Seth rolled across in first with everyone else covering their eyes and holes.

From the satellite it looks like Stephen won the final sprint, however, on further analysis it appears that Seth’s dick actually won.

Then everybody won because the legend, Brian Adams, showed up at HOMES. Note: That’s not another joke about Seth’s dick! That’s true!


April 25th: Sean is Dead to Us

Sean is gonna be Dr. Sean shortly, and as such, is dead to us. As his last NachoRide, he wanted to go out hard. Unfortunately, he went hard too soon, and couldn’t keep it up until the finish? Really? That joke? C’mon.

It didn’t seem like there was enough crosswind for proper guttering on Waters, but that never stopped anyone. Much like that terrible joke up there, the group went straight into the gutter after the turn. As “dude go around me” was heard, a small gap opened and Sam, Sean and Al started working together. With Danny left in the group, ready to not do any work ever cuz Danny, it looked like that might be the move. Then Al slammed into a giant hole and dropped his chain, like an asshole.

A bit of chaos ensued, with the crosswinds on the open bit of the Parker section splitting the group into three. Through the rollers the groups stayed fairly compact, with the lead group content to ride tempo and avoid the gaping craters that is Waters rd. in April. In fact, they were lazy enough that Al and the rest of the 2nd group nearly caught them at the top of the falsest of Flats – but you know what they say, “nearly” only counts in horseshoes and hamsters. Or something.

Danny pulled a small gap over the top of the Zeeb hill and held it to the end, with the rest of the front group; Sam, Stephen, Cameron, Jay sprinting it out. Oh yeah, Sean sat up and got caught by Al on the line. C’mon Sean. No quitting on your quitting ride! Seth sprinted the 2nd group for best of the rest and everyone else finished up there… making this years team-setting for NPL pretty easy….

WHAT?!?! OH RIGHT – NPL Starts MAY 9th! We want to get one in before Danny takes off, because fuck that guy. It’s a little different this year (Nachoride = always learning) so details are clickable on this page… somewhere… internet!

April 4th: Jay loves Candy Ken

Michigan has been a real dick about Spring this year, postponing it indefinitely. Wednesday was cold with a chance of bullshit, but Jay, Ron, Dan & Jeff Colombia were so into this hott Candy Ken track they had to go ride a loop.

Maybe next week will be as hott as Mr. Ken.

Is Ken is last name? I dunno. It seems like a first name.

March 28th: Go to town, yeah is off to a great start. The second week was muddy and cold but Glen showed up in a slightly less enormous but still solidly huge jacket along with about 30 other folks. Even Khao made the start! Also, heavy consideration was given to just leaving this Doja Cat video up all season. Honestly, with the posting of Go to Town, we’ve peaked.

We avoided the Nature Cut again this week due to mud and ruts, unfortunately the entire ride was mud and ruts. Who knew. Jay and Danny disappeared for some mud wrestlin’ on their own and showed up about an hour later with wry grins. We’re not making any assumptions, but they definitely fucked.

This week saw another surprise entry onto waters, not to be confused with the “surprise entry” from the previous paragraph. With a few newbies on the ride, the waters turn caught most folks by surprise. Luckily it rolled up to speed steadily and the group stayed together until Fletcher.

Sean took a turn on the front, then Glen, and Andy “what, I thought you lived in Traverse City Now” Weir, and Ian. Every now and then we’d catch a glimpse of a fluo lazer helmet and Knuck Tats. Oh crap, KNUCK TATS IS HERE.

The falsest of flats was hard, as always, and there he was… Knuck tats. Still there. Glen started his sprint for the Wagner sign in southwest Kentucky. We’re not even sure Glen knows where the sign is at this point. Knuck Tats cranked up the speed with Ian on his wheel who sprinted around Knuck Tats for the sign… but as a newb didn’t know about Al’s “no-pedal from the back” move. Oops.

Will next week be the first, actually, really nice Nacho? MAYBE! Probably not. Whatever. Come anyway.

March 21st: More Folks than Degrees F

March 21st means two things: the first day of Spring, the first nachoride and three things, the Persian New Ye four things the 50th anniversary of Micky Mouse’s first auto-erotic asphyxiation experimen… five things it was also Al’s birthday.

We’re not exactly sure which of those factors brought the crowd, but at best guess over 40 people rolled out in 35 degrees for the first of the year. A lot of Micky Mouse kink fans out there. With scarce daylight the route was shortened, the potholes were massive, but everyone made it through unscathed. The slow part was a bit harder than past years, but the shorter ride kept the group together.

Those who aren’t geographically gifted were surprised by Waters as we approached from a new angle, which is really the old angle, and immediately hit the gutter for some Nacho Classic. There was no warning, just straight into the crosswind. The grey-beards had their chance to shine as the young & dumb got caught out in the wind and David “DP” Palin & Alan “ZlutMan” Zoltowski knew where to sit.

Once across Fletcher and into the open fields, the gaps opened quickly as effort crossed the 5 minute mark. Al’s Di2 came unplugged and Adam said “Coming Through” which will be ridiculed for at least a month, possibly into May at which point we might let it go. He did a solid job of hanging off the front a few meters through the Parker stop. Glen & Z were still hanging in there, which is amazing since Glen was actually wearing an EZ-UP tent. So aero.

Eventually Danny & Al tricked Adam into taking the first pull on the Falsest of Flats which he fell for because, well, those flats be false yo! It’s harder than it looks. Danny let Al stay on the front across the final as it was the least he could do for someone turning ten years older than him. Like a goddamn decade.

Will this season be HUGE on LOOKS LIKE IT. C’mon out.