Singletrack
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
ChIPPs<br />
LAST WORD<br />
Event organisers and the cycle of abuse, forgiveness and eventual love.<br />
As well as writing about bikes and the people behind them, I’ve been involved in organising mountain<br />
bike events for 20 years or so. Since helping organise the very first Mountain Mayhem in 1998, I’ve spent<br />
countless weekends in random fields with my big boots on and stripy tape and secateurs to hand.<br />
The world seems to divide reasonably easily between<br />
actors, audience and backstage crew, and there seems<br />
to be a particular type of person who finds themselves<br />
called to work behind the scenes (usually unheralded<br />
and barely rewarded) for the glory of the event.<br />
The motivation of the players – the actors, the<br />
racers, the rock stars – is pretty easy to trace. They’re<br />
(often) blessed with talent and bring that determination<br />
and ambition to succeed. Performing, whether it is at<br />
the front of the race, or sitting on the drum riser, is what<br />
they live for. That drive and hunger to succeed needs to<br />
be sated. The rest, as they say, is just waiting.<br />
The audiences, meanwhile, want to be entertained.<br />
That’s a pretty simple deal to understand too. Pay your<br />
money (or don’t – but even turning up to a free event<br />
still costs your time and effort) and then expect to be<br />
amused, or enthralled. Shocked or delighted. There’s<br />
something about a live event that feels different to<br />
watching a screen.<br />
And then there are the event organisers. Those<br />
mostly hidden backstage workers who bring you the<br />
spectacles to watch (or perform in). They’re a different<br />
breed, for sure.<br />
Something like 50% of <strong>Singletrack</strong>’s readers never<br />
do events, but the other 50% do. And those riders<br />
expect to turn up on the Friday night, or Sunday<br />
morning or whenever, take part and go home again. The<br />
organiser and their team will often be on site the week<br />
before, prepping the course, bringing in the barriers,<br />
directing the toilet delivery and putting the flags up.<br />
It’s a long process – and anyone who’s seen the literally<br />
miles of course tape that flanks the course at Fort<br />
William or Mountain Mayhem, can only guess at how<br />
long that takes to put up. (Securely, so it won’t blow<br />
away, but also with the sponsor’s name the correct way<br />
up.) And just as races tend to go on regardless of the<br />
weather, so the whole preceding week of weather can’t<br />
have any bearing on getting that course up and marked.<br />
Winter cyclocross organisers will be in the town park<br />
before it’s light, wearing head torches to see where to put<br />
course markers while fielding complaints from the ‘But I<br />
always walk here on a Sunday’ dog walkers.<br />
As the riders start arriving, every event venue<br />
I’ve ever been to (save, perhaps, the London<br />
Olympics) is still taking shape. However much time<br />
you leave to get the place pitched, there’ll always be<br />
enough last minute jobs to ensure that early practice<br />
lappers will have to use a bit of common sense and<br />
course finding until the rest of the tape goes up.<br />
The event itself, for the organiser, is usually a<br />
blur of plate spinning and on the spot improvising.<br />
A rider is down, do you need to stop the race? Or<br />
reroute it? And then what about the affected lap<br />
times? There’s a dog on the course. Three riders are<br />
missing timing chips. The farmer needs to get to his<br />
gate. The inflatable finish arch genny is starting to<br />
run out of petrol. It’s a rare (or very well organised,<br />
or master delegator) organiser that will hear the start<br />
gun and think ‘My work here is done’.<br />
In fact, I’ve often been so frazzled by the time<br />
the event actually starts that I find I resent the<br />
whole thing. The thought of doing another event<br />
just makes me shudder. I’ve seen that look in other<br />
race organisers’ eyes, in the lead up to, or during,<br />
an event. That thought of ‘Let’s just get this over<br />
with and then I can have a glass of wine’. Or after<br />
an event as the VW T5s leave the car park and the<br />
organiser is filling wet bin bags with wet rubbish<br />
and muddy course tape. Ask them then and they<br />
couldn’t think of anything worse than doing it all<br />
again.<br />
Give it a day or two for the positive comments<br />
to appear online, or the messages of thanks by text<br />
and phone, and the organiser starts to forget the<br />
early starts and crappy days. And soon the entry<br />
forms for next year are drafted again.<br />
Next time you’re at an event, spare a thought for<br />
the organiser, teetering between love and resentment<br />
for their own event and remember the power of a<br />
‘Thank you’.<br />
146