Clunker Classic II
"It ain't Bloody Rocket Science"
by Charlie Hobbs

Racers prepare for the 2003 Clunker Classic

The 2003 Clunker Classic was held in Porlock, Somerset, during the best weather of the year so far. The event attracted an international field of around twenty racers on old or inappropriate bikes, and an entourage of a dozen or so spectators and picnickers, most of whom chose to camp overnight near the course. After a late start and a morning's play on bikes that included a penny farthing, a bedstead, and a reverse steering bike, we gathered in the pub for several hours of carbo-loading, followed by a climb to the summit of the 1750 ft hill which marked the start of the course. The climb took two hours, including frequent stops for more refreshment, so we eventually reached the top at around 5pm. Time for a picnic before the race...

We opted for a Le Mans-style massed start. After much shoving the field headed into the dusty singletrack, soon dividing itself into "serious competitors" and "that'll never get down there!" racers. Chunkolini was the first to retire, following a near-duplicate of the notorious Jarod's Chopper Fiasco from CCI, the collapse of his long and unbraced chopper fork. Jarod himself had clearly learnt from that incident, and had installed the front end off a motorcross bike onto a cheapo sus frame. He crashed off down the hill in a contending position, payback for hours of pushing the weighty beast.

Jarod flies downhill at the 2003 Clunker Classic

Dan, the defending champion--who had cycled only five miles since last year's event--suffered a front flat in the rock gardens. He was soon passed by Dennis Thorne on a beach cruiser (with 20 inch wicker basket), Jerry on Klunker League Now's monster moto bike, Jarvis on a BMX and Shaggy on a Raleigh Bomber.

There was only one good crash in the race: Chris's flying bellyflop down a six foot drop on to a rocky riverbed. I heard shouts from back up the trail and ran back up to see him sitting on the rocks claiming he was "OK" and we should all "race on dudes!". He blamed the endo on the brakes on his £1 Puch Calypso.

Chris and Jay at the 2003 Clunker Classic

Richard Vickery gets a honourable mention for racing the new Giant recumbent suspension commuter thing, complete with SPD sandals. He flatted but still went on to place near the front. I learnt that the crappy rod brakes on my postman's bike were useless when the first of the creek crossings washed the cola off the rims. (The cola was a desperate attempt to slow the rate of acceleration. I'd already given up hope of deceleration.) Next year I'm going to create a bike on which I can win, rather than just survive.

The racers got a good cheer as they passed the spectators. A few miles of roller-coaster fireroads, more stream crossings and a foot-out corner into the high street bought most of us back to the finish line--the bar at The Ship. A trail of broken bikes marked the entrance for latecomers.

Times varied from 15 minutes to several hours. The results are a little sketchy, but I think they went a bit like this:

1st place and current World Clunker Champion--Dennis Thorne (Beach Cruiser)
2nd Shaggy (Raleigh Bomber)
3rd Jarvis (BMX)
4th Jarod (Klunker League Now's Moto Clunker)
5th Ian (20" shopper - and a cunning shortcut through the pub front door to pick up one more position)
6th Martin (beach cruiser)
7th Richard Vickery (Giant Recumbent)
8th Charlie (1930s postie bike)
9th Roly (Pashley Princess)
10th Steve from Bikehotrod (Kona/Bikehotrod prototype)

Back at the campsite, Dennis was handed the golden glitter 32 tooth medal on a chain for being world champion. He also won the communal prize stash, to which everyone had contributed, but then gave it all away--even the home-made carrot cake. Roly won the 63xc.com Magic Sprocket and certificate for best time on a fixed wheel (or nearest thing to it--he's a courier). Chunkolini won a nice sculpture--which he himself had made--for mechanical devolution. Jared won something because he's leaving us to go home to the states, I think it was for services (through lack of servicing) to the clunking world.

We were then treated to Jon and Tall Martin's insane display of mad northerners playing with fire. I've seen fire breathers before, but never with 20 foot towers of fire flying out of their mouths and arses. This was followed by the launch of the Bikehotrod Rocket Bike, complete with electric ignition, a rocket engine and a braking parachute.

After that, it all went a bit hazy.

Fire eaters at the 2003 Clunker Classic

 

Charlie thanks
...everyone for being good sports, racing, drinking, crashing, lounging and burning. Thanks also to Gil the sticker man at Cycleshed, and to the locals for not calling the fire brigade.

CCV
The Classic is ongoing, and details of the 2006 meet are here.

Related
Bike choppers? See the Bikehotrod Dark Starfish.
Or the Peruvian Tallbike

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