Race Report: A (Crack)ing Good Time at the 2017 Red Clay Ramble

A small part of the Red Clay Ramble course.

August 19, 2017 – Red Clay Ramble – a 56 mile (the full monty course) gravel race held near the town of Milledgeville, Georgia, but in reality centered around the community of Eatonton. With a claimed elevation of approximately 2,300 feet over the length of the course, it doesn’t appear to be the hardest race on paper, but that is all relative to:

  1. Who else shows up to race?
  2. How willing are you to hurt yourself and hang in the front group as long as possible?
  3. How fast you’re willing to ride if you “sit up” / are dropped?
  4. How do you feel on race day?

These and other questions will be answered later…

My last appearance at the Red Clay Ramble was in 2014. The field wasn’t overly huge but the race was a successful one for me, taking 3rd place overall / 3rd in my age group. Good friend Brian Rogers topped the podium, while Shey Lindner took the second spot.

More remarkable that year was the destruction of teammate K-Dogg’s chance at winning his age category. Before I was dropped out of the winning move some 15 – 20 miles from the finish, K-Dogg made the fatal error of tempting fate… “you know, it’s nice knowing you’ve got the race wrapped up just by being here”. Just a few miles later, K-Dogg suffered four flat tyres in quick succession – those were the days before he recognized the virtues of tubeless tyres. Consequently, he abandoned, throwing away a race win. D’oh!

Classy hotel room – Not booked by K-Dogg or JOM (renowned tight arses).

2017 marks the fifth running of the Red Clay Ramble. It was markedly different from my appearance in 2014, in that it had grown considerably both in size and reputation. The field was markedly bigger, particularly those racing the full monty edition, and the race was now organized by Chain Buster Racing, a professionally run outfit normally associated with mountain bike racing in the Southeastern USA. Partnering with Chain Buster Racing for 2017 was Bike Walk Baldwin and Old Capital Racing.

Teammate K-Dogg was leading the Ultra Masters category (60+) for the 2017 Southeastern Gravel Cup series – Red Clay Ramble was the final race. Consequently, he was keen to finish on a high note and wrap up the series win. My other teammate, Dr. Pain, was there with no real aspirations other than to race and enjoy the experience; pretty much my mantra when it comes to gravel racing.

Race Day, Saturday, August 19, 2017

The Red Clay Ramble was scheduled to start at 9am, which is a departure from the 6am – 8am race starts we’ve become accustomed to. We ambled casually to the race venue, parked Dr. Pain’s mommamobile (aka the minivan) and set about preparing for the race.

The hosting venue for the 2017 Red Clay Ramble.

For me, that means collecting race numbers, thinking about more visits to the bathroom / toilet / bog, mass socializing and capturing video here and there.

JOM (your author) socializing with Jen Colestock. Photo by B. Watson.
JOM, Dr Pain? (never seen his face) & K-Dogg. JOM’s socializing again. Photo by B. Watson.

One notable person I spoke to was Jeff Hopkins. An expatriate Aussie like yours truly, Jeff is originally from Sydney and possibly best remembered for his days as a professional cyclist, riding for outfits like the Jittery Joe’s Cycling Team. Jeff administered the Dick Lane velodrome for a period after his retirement but nowadays runs Service Course Auto with business partner Jason Jones.

Riders line up to collect race numbers.

No matter Jeff’s current state of fitness, one thing cannot be denied. Pro level riders have amazing genetics, even when they’re not in shape. Thus, add Jeff to the list of people who would be kicking my arse once the race got underway.

Not so important note: Jeff’s accent is classic Sydneyite, whereas mine is uber classy Adelaideian / South Aussie… there is a difference people!

The VeloFix crew was at the start and on course.

Racers lined up in an orderly manner for the 9am start. I milked the privileges of media, meaning I filmed the front row (although the footage seems to have gone walkabout), then slotted myself in a primo spot at the front. Remember people, I’m there mostly to film. Typically I slip behind to my usual place in the group / peloton once things get rolling… mid-pack to towards the back. No delusions of grandeur around here! Regardless, filming gave me good opportunity to gauge the level of talent at the race.

Much of the front row was represented by former or present Category 1 type roadies, including the notable presence of one Mr Michael Sencenbaugh. If you haven’t suffered at the Dirty Kanza 200 race, you may not recognize Michael’s name. Michael finished second overall at the 2015 and 2016 editions, which in itself is an amazing accomplishment. I don’t like to remind Michael of this – he would have won the 2015 Dirty Kanza 200 mud edition had he not gone off course multiple times and squandered his massive lead (he was new to Garmin navigation at the time), only to be caught and outsprinted at the line by the eventual winner, Yuri Hauswald. Moving on… sorry Michael.

Seconds before the start. Photo by J. Brosche.

Eddie the race promoter counted us down, and the race was off! Flat out! No time for warm up or conversation. I went from front row to 20th in about 20 seconds. D’oh! 2014’s more casual rollout would have been welcomed about this time, but no time to reminisce. Hold that wheel ahead of me, but don’t keep a death grip on the handlebars! These Georgia red clay roads were covered in a smattering of loose gravel – if you didn’t pay attention, you could easily lose your front wheel and take a dive.

The early miles and mayhem of the 2017 Red Clay Ramble.

My race pre-ride reconnaissance was limited to rolling up the road about a mile and back to the start. This turned out to be a wise move, as the first left-hand turn was sharp, leading into a short and punchy climb.

Left turn front view.
Left turn rear view.

I was positioned well for the turn and took the appropriate line to remain with the lead group. The elevation of the race dropped down a little from this point, so riders who were in difficulty early had a chance to find their way back. The pace remained high, all the way until the end of this gravel sector, and the first brief sector of pavement.

Michael Sencenbaugh at right.

Michael Sencenbaugh and collaborators were at the front, keeping the speed such that there was no chance of an attack, but at a speed that was putting a lot of riders into difficulty, including yours truly. I’m a bit of a slacker when it comes to training and don’t exactly put in enough high-end intensity intervals… mostly because I don’t like doing them.

Rapido pace, Wesley Garland on my wheel.

At that moment in time, I was having some regrets about that, and my ever present lack of sleep – a side effect of working a regular job, running Gravel Cyclist (my second job), trying to see my girlfriend, travel, maintaining a house, and lately, a majorly annoying f’n root canal. Remember, all cyclists have an equally good set of excuses :mrgreen:

The first paved sector.

The brief paved sector gave me a chance to take a few deep breaths and recover. My legs were feeling the effort but slowly warming up, yet I dare not look at my heart rate statistics.

The first paved sector, about to roll back onto gravel.

As it was, I was sweating profusely in the heat and humidity, adorned in a healthy glow… or as teammate Dr. Pain put it, “you were showering me in sweat”. Yum.

K-Dogg of Gravel Cyclist on my wheel.

Onto the next sector of gravel and a dip down towards a small concrete bridge, followed by a short but steep little climb. The rumbling of tyres on gravel was disturbed by a noise no cyclist likes to hear – the sound of a crash at around 32mph / 51km/hr. I flinched and paused my pedaling momentarily. As the crash happened on the descent towards the bridge I just mentioned, it was quickly far behind and out of view with a sizable gap between chasing riders. The cameras of the Gravel Cyclist crew captured the entire incident, which we will show in full in the pending race video. Much as we don’t like crashes, they are a part of reality and the gravel cycling experience.

JOM rear camera view. Not pretty.
Dr. Pain’s view of the crash.

In brief, Hardwick Gregg struck a rock, causing loss of control and ultimately, a crash. Unfortunately, his bike wandered to the left side of the road, taking out Greg Casteel in the process. Cal Till? was very fortunate to miss the wandering bike. From what information I have gathered, Hardwick has a wrecked bike and abrasions from the gravel road. Greg may have several fractured ribs. On the positive, these injuries could have been much worse, and I wish both lads a rapid and trouble-free recovery.

A momentary pause causes a gap to open. Would have happened later anyway.

The race at the front didn’t stop and I was gapped on the climb that followed the bridge. At about six miles into the course, this would be the last I would see of the front group. Ouch went my legs. I resigned myself to riding steady tempo, and ideally riding with whomever else was popped from the front group, or missed the crash.

Head down – That gap needs to be closed.
Heads up. Note the healthy and sweaty glow.

Soon I was joined by teammate Dr. Pain and other lads, all of whom were delayed by the crash. We set about riding together, sharing the workload as evenly as possible. K-Dogg, also held up by the crash, soon joined our group.

Dr. Pain of Gravel Cyclist on the front? We’ve never seen his face.

The ever increasing numbers in the group were welcome, but not everyone was pulling the same tempo on the climbs, and it took a while before that message was circulated. At our most cohesive, I learned we were approximately one minute and 30 seconds in arrears of the leading group.

Directly ahead, Jean Miller leads the Women’s 40+ field.

Meanwhile, I was feeling a bit shoddy. Mentioned earlier, sweat was pouring from my pores. I was hydrating with my well-proven Gu Roctane mix, carried in two by two litre Zefal Magnum bottles aboard the Lynskey PRO GR review bike. Despite this and the two Gu gels and a package of Gu Energy chews I’d consumed, it was likely I was a wee bit calorie deficient. Sometimes, I cannot stomach much in the way of food during a hard effort, which is never helpful for one’s athletic performance.

I found myself hanging out towards the rear end of our sizeable group, effectively the second group of riders along the course. On the flatter roads and descents, no worries. But, the endless climbs were putting me into serious trouble. I wasn’t forced onto my bailout gear of 34 x 32, but I was becoming well acquainted with the small chainring and the middle of my cassette.

Another short paved sector, on the wheel of K-Dogg.

Eventually, at around mile 32 / km 51, the pace was increased by someone I temporarily didn’t like very much, just as the group ascended another of the course’s endless hills. I was unceremoniously ejected from the back of the group in the company of a few other riders.

Out the back I go! Group dangling a little ahead.

By the time I’d crested this berg (Aussie speak for a decent hill), I found myself in the company of the Women’s 40+ leader, Jean Miller. We took it upon ourselves to cut our losses and work together.

Close to the third aid station along the course, we were joined by three fellows who’d chased us down, also victims of the earlier mentioned acceleration. We worked well together until one of the riders, a bloke I refer to as riding in “Business Casual” attire – aka wearing MTB type shorts and a white t-shirt, split for the aid station.

Captured earlier in the race, at right is Mr Business Casual.

Our quartet pressed on towards the finish. Jean was riding for the win in her category, while the rest of us were happy to be there.

JOM Cam – At the back, sucking wheel.

My legs were growing more and more unhappy with each pedal stroke, and on another of the course’s half-decent climbs, I was forced to stand out of the saddle to address an ..almost.. hamstring leg cramp. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve cramped in a bike race – once – this would make ..almost.. number two. I resisted a full-on cramp but waved bye bye to my companions.

Riding solo. At least the scenery is nice.

Approximately 15 miles / 24kms remained to the finish line. I was running low on fluids, but had to coax enough performance out of myself to avoid a full-on leg cramp and ideally finish in a somewhat respectable time. What followed was riding as fast as possible on the flatter roads and descents, and babying my legs on my 34 x 32 bailout gear anytime the road tilted upward. A brief stop came at the final aid station along the course for a top up of water, before crawling across the finish line a few miles later.

Spotted on the course, #6799 towing his kiddie in a trailer. Can you say hard workout?!
The finish line!

No records were set by yours truly at this race. 15th spot in the Men’s Masters 40 – 49 category at 3:08:30 – and, I was completely and utterly shagged / knackered / smashed / cracked.

Much as I seldom upload to Strava, you can check out my ride / suffer data HERE. At an average heart rate of 172bpm for the race, it wasn’t like I was completely slacking off. Not a good day for my personal performance (chalk it up to a bad day), but a great one for my humble teammates.

K-Dogg won his race and the Southeastern Gravel Cup series, Dr. Pain scored a 3rd in the Grand Masters category (50 – 59yo) and everyone else who attended the event had a fab time!

Your author, hiding from the camera. Cracked, but in a relaxing pose. Photo by J. Brosche.
Mark Johnson (aka Care Bear), possibly cracked as well at the finish. Photo by J. Brosche.

After the race, much socializing followed, including food provided by Eddie the promoter and his extraordinary crew of volunteers. All good stuff and why I am a Gravel Cyclist. For me, racing isn’t always about a placing or amazing performance, but more about the experience, camaraderie and friendships I make at these races – and gravel events.

Thanks so much to Chain Buster Racing, the fabulous team of volunteers, my fellow gravel cyclists and everyone who stopped to say hello. Congratulations also to the winners and podium getters of each respective category.

Michael Sencenbaugh, first and fastest!

Special mention to Michael Sencenbaugh – Michael won the Men’s Open category and broke the course record at 2:41:58. Yikes!

I keep it classy with white saddle and bar tape. After the Red Clay Ramble, err…

Coming soon, the Red Clay Ramble race video!

Thanks for reading…



  1. Avatar Jim Rice

    JOM – thanks for the write up. I saw you and K-Dogg there but didn’t get a chance to talk. I enjoyed the race very much (my 5th RCR) and like you sweated a great deal while getting spit out the back (of the back). Thanks for coming – you guys add a lot!

  2. Thanks for the write-up. It was great having racers to work with and talk too. This was my third and best year at RCR and having you guys help was the ticket. Though I was having my fair share of cramping at the end too.

  3. Avatar Larry E. Brenize

    JOM of course another great write up thanks. Curious of the hotel name in the pic as it looks sweet and might want to do the race next year and book it.

    • JOM JOM

      Comfort Inn – Milledgeville. I drew the short straw on the accommodation deal, mostly because I didn’t commit to the race until late. Consequently, I ended up sleeping on the couch… and my back is now a bit knackered. Should be good in another week.

  4. Great coverage, JOM! Thanks again to you and your gravelcyclist.com posse for coming out and joining the fun AND for sharing your excellent pic/ vid footage with everyone. Things indeed have come a long way for us since partnering with Chain Buster Racing, Eddie and Adam really know how to get a crowd of great riders together. It all comes back to Benny Watson who so lovingly crafted the routes that riders of all skills will find something challenging in them. I never wander those roads without thinking of the joy he has putting those together. I missed saying Hi Saturday, you and Betty Jean Jordan were chatting and I didn’t want to interrupt but was happy to see you and your mates there. Until next time: Cheers!

    • JOM JOM

      Thanks Tamara! Benny has supreme tribal knowledge of the area… fab job on the courses. Hopefully, the video will be ready later this week or early next week.

      Look forward to seeing you in person sooner, rather than later.

      Jayson (aka JOM)

      • Thanks, Tamara and Jayson. You are too kind. I love riding those roads It was a pleasure to map the routes and a thrill to see so many racers and riders on them every year at the RCR.

  5. I think it was actually my teammate Van Mixon that somehow missed going down in the crash, he said he “magically rode over the downed bike and kept moving along”. My other teammate Robert Jordan wasn’t as lucky and found the ground and became a cushion for another falling rider.

    • JOM JOM

      Damn, so another rider down. Hopefully Robert isn’t too banged up? Wait until you see the video. Van Mixon somehow – “magically” as he says – unclipped and completely missed the stray bike.

  6. Avatar Bob Chambers

    You mis-identified the female overall winner. It was Jen Nielsen of Clemson, SC (co-owner with her husband of Southpaw Bicycles in Clemson).

    • Avatar Bob Chambers

      Nevermind. I see you ID’d the women’s 40+ leader, not the women’s overall. My bad.

  7. Avatar steve in TLH

    great review. thanx!

  8. Avatar Greg Casteel

    Great coverage. I unfortunately I suffered 8 fractures of the ribs and a collapse lung. All which resulted in a 4 day stay in the hospital. I’m out now and the healing process has begun.

    • JOM JOM

      Greg, thanks so much for writing in! I’d heard you were recovering but wasn’t exactly sure how that was coming along. I’m so sorry to hear about the extent of your injuries. I’ve busted 3 ribs at once, but 8 and a punctured lung, ugh. I sincerely hope the healing process goes well.

      The race video is finished and will be available very soon. You can see slow-mo of the crash and how hard you hit the ground. Rest and recover well, hope to speak to you at some point in the future.

      Jayson (aka JOM)

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