What has become my favorite annual summer gravel race has somehow not yet warranted a post, which is bananas because I've had some decent results over my 5 attempts.
I first heard of Dirty Kitten during the pandemic, and that year it wasn't a race, so much as an isolation fondo. There were timed segments, and riders rolled out at intervals. You were allowed to ride with folks who came with you, and I brought Alastair. Though he holds no love for gravel, this one got into his heart, and we haven't missed an edition since. We always do the Sunday races, which are 40 and 20 miles, as neither of us enjoy gravel quite enough to want a 60 or 80 mile race.
I've been on the podium in the 40-miler every year since 2021, and last year was the closest I've come to victory at 2nd place.
With just over 6 weeks until the 2025 event, I'm beginning my annual panic over training and equipment for an event most folks do just for fun.
The course is just a tick under 20 miles, with no pavement anywhere. Conditions change year-to-year, but generally the gravel is stable and well worn-in, so speeds are pretty high over most of the course. It's absolutely normal to see 20mph+ on the flatter sections, even with my middle-age legs. There are 2 significant climbs that will test gearing limits. The first, Cedar Mountain, is just a deep-gear slog. It comes less than a mile into the course and generally determines who's there to compete. Usually fewer than 10 people make it over the top at the front, and fewer still get a clean run through the off-camber crumble to the screaming fast descent. Last year I nearly ate it--the trail gods demanded a bottle sacrifice.
After that, you're rewarded with 10 miles of flattish gravel. A few sharp turns, a couple bits of soupy gravel, and one section that's best described as "forest road" where the ruts and conditions are unpredictable year-to-year (but I imagine this would be MISERABLE when wet).
Then you get to the signature element of the course: the lollipop of death and the kitten crusher. This 4.3 mile portion of the course is mostly exposed to unabating July sunshine and can be broken down into a few critical elements:
- the 1.4 mile approach road that pitches upward at anywhere from 3 - 11%. This thing just sucks the life out of you before you even get to the real climb, and every year somebody decides to make this road hurt even more than necessary. But I've never seen a move succeed here, and there's more than enough pain coming.
- The Kitten Crusher. "Is this the climb?" Oh you sweet summer child... The approach is 8%. The first ramp is 15%. Each blind left turn holds an even-steeper grade, but just wait until it turns right. The Strava segment shows 154.5% and goddamn it feels like it. Whatever little group you've been riding with will be shattered here. Most will walk, but that doesn't really make it easier. Fortunately (?) there's an aid station at the top, and a dude with a sprayer to cool you down. If you stop, your race is done. I've made it over 2 times in 5 years / 10 efforts.
- The Crusher Descent is quite honestly one of the scariest descents I've ever undertaken on a bicycle. It doesn't help that your heart rate is still sky-high from the climb, but the first turn is loose and steep, and while you're in blessed shade for the first time, that just makes it hard to see. Average gradient -11.4% with peaks close to -20%...in a turn. Hang your ass off the back of the saddle, squeeze those brakes as much as you dare, and just pray for the bottom--you'll get there one way or the other.
- Though there's no segment for it, the rest of the lollipop sees you climb back up to the approach road and run it in reverse. If you got dropped on the crusher, this is where the work starts. A half-mile climb at 5% back to the road, a quick breather, a 10% punch, and then a screaming 1 mile descent in 2-way traffic of yelling at folks to stay on their side. It ends with a braking zone that would make a F1 driver weep before tackling a sharp right back onto a public gravel road.