This will be my last post of the season.
Huge thanks to Trophy Cup for having me back to photograph again this year.
If you’re racing this week—soak it in.
See you next time. ❤️
📸 @bclarson
We could have been anywhere else—doing nothing in particular, forgetting the day as soon as it ended. But instead, we chose this: a loose circle of light in an otherwise unlit park, where people ride in loops not to get anywhere but because something in us says, this is the way.
And yes, it’s a race. But it’s also a show. A gathering. A game we all agree to take seriously but not too seriously. We cheer for the one who wipes out and gets up smiling. We heckle lovingly. We clap for the kid who keeps going, even when the chain drops. Every lap means something because we were here to see it, and because together, we made it count.
With admiration,
@bclarson
Summer’s ghost showed up one last time, and you all raced like you were chasing it. Shout out to every rider for making these Tuesdays the best day of the week. And huge thanks to the brilliant folks at Trophy Cup for having me (@bclarson ) back to photograph a race this season.
There’s a peculiar charm to the sheer absurdity of spending 45 minutes riding in circles on a weeknight. It’s not so much about the fitness as it is about embracing the madness, the addiction, and that inexplicable joy that keeps us coming back.
📸 @bclarson
An evening when dust becomes a seasoning, sunsets are the applause, and everyone grins through the grit. Thanks, Trophy Cup, for letting me witness—and capture—this weekly ritual of beautiful madness. More photos coming soon.
📸: @bclarson
