Carey Eskridge

CMFE was not so much born as he took form out of the early morning mist on a temperate southern California day in May 1971. If you believe the lore, and you should because not believing the lore is for crybabies and losers, CMFE has been chased by bears, climbed mountains on multiple continents, sold grilled-cheese sandwiches at Grateful Dead shows, and survived nine separate encounters with the Texas state troopers, various county sheriffs, and federal customs agents in a single day. All these character-building adventures have made him into the most feared one-lunged bike racer in the state. Other things you may not know about CMFE that he's willing to tell: 1) two parts Flemish (beer and bikes), one part French (food and love), and one part Welsh (bad attitude); 2) forced to take macrame lessons two summers in a row; 3) worked as a welder's assistant on a paper mill shut-down in DeRidder, Louisiana; 4) took a two-month road trip with five guys in a 1965 Volkswagen bus dubbed the NCC-1701E; 5) paid for college in part by playing keyboards for a hotel bar band that covered "Wishing Well" by Terence Trent D'Arby and "C'est La Vie" by Robbie Nevil - quit when the other members insisted he purchase a keytar.

Dean Blackwood

I knew that my immediate obligation was to dream. I wanted to dream a man; I wanted to dream him in minute entirety and impose him on reality. After nine or ten nights of furrowed attempts at dreaming, I emerged from my sleep as if from some sort of viscous desert and realized that I had not dreamed. I understood then that modeling the incoherent and vertiginous matter of which dreams are composed was the most difficult task that a man could undertake; much more difficult than weaving a rope out of sand or coining the faceless wind. I sought another method of work. I spent a month recovering my powers - I simply slept. If I dreamed, I paid no attention to it. Before resuming my task, I waited until the moon was a perfect disc. Then, in the afternoon, I purified myself in the waters of the river, worshiped the planetary gods, pronounced the prescribed syllables of a fearsome name, and went to sleep. I dreamed almost immediately. I dreamt that it was warm, secret, about the size of a clenched fist, and of a garnet color within the penumbra of a human body as yet without a face or sex; during fourteen lucid nights I dreamt of it with meticulous love. I did not touch it; I only permitted myself to witness it, and occasionally to rectify it with a glance. I perceived it and lived it from all angles and distances. On the 23rd night I lightly touched the pulmonary artery with my index finger, then the whole heart, inside and outside. I was satisfied with my examination. Within a year I had come to the skeleton and eyelids. The innumerable hair - now that was perhaps the most daunting! In the Gnostic cosmogonies, demiurges fashion a red Adam who cannot stand; as clumsy, crude and elemental as this Adam of dust was the Adam of dreams forged by my nights. Yet I persisted. And in the dream of the one that dreamed (me), the dreamed one awoke. Eventually I instructed him in the mysteries of the universe and the cult of fire. And finally, reluctantly (I must admit) I began accustoming him to reality. Once I ordered him to place a flag on a faraway peak. The next day, there was the flag, fluttering in the majestic morning light, atop the jagged physicality of the very peak. He was ready to be born. First, after a long drought, a remote cloud, as light as a bird, appeared on a hill; then, toward the South, the sky took on the rose color of leopard's gums; then came clouds of smoke which rusted the metal of the nights; afterwards came the panic-stricken flight of wild animals. I walked toward the sheets of flame. They did not bite my flesh, they caressed me and flooded me without heat or combustion. With relief, with humiliation, with terror, I understood that I also was an illusion, that someone else was dreaming me.

Kevin Schaefer

Kevin Schaefer will bring you a big ole box of buttery sweet cookies, lull you into complacency, then hammer the dogsnot out of you. But he's so nice he'll make you like it while he is doing it. His day job you ask? He does something related to video cameras and the state government. We are a bit scared of asking him, so we live our lives assuming he makes snuff films of the summer poli-sci interns who screw up writing speeches. He and his evil twin brother Cord Offerman are coming to a town near you to be nice to you....to death!

Drew the Strangler

Bio withheld awaiting resolution of ongoing criminal investigation...

Eric Hess

Give him an inch & he'll come around you...on the trail, inside the yellow line, in the cereal aisle at HEB. Further biographical information promised.

Evan Lambert

A low sullen moan escapes his throat as he mashes on the pedals. In a sea of lycra clad bodies he alone stands out, thick-shouldered and massive-thighed he clutches the handlebars with his ham-sized fists and attempts to transfer all of his power through the carbon fiber frame. As the skinny legs around him spin deliberately he mashes with an unknown fury. Sweat saturates his white costume and showers the poor people behind him. With teeth gritted and a steely-eyed glare his already lactic acid-soaked legs churn way past the point of failure, for he's not out there to win the race -- only to ensure the proper amount of suffering that all those who try to defy him must endure.

Jeremy Ridge - Small Jersey; Big Heart!

Although somewhat new to racing, and even newer to road racing, Jeremy Ridge has been on two wheels for most of his life. Since high school, he'sbeen actively involved in a handful of outdoor activities including kayaking, climbing, riding motorcycles, bouldering, mountain biking, and riding the road. He's since left a few of these behind in favor of two-wheeled transports. Jeremy tries to split his time evenly between his new Orca and the trusty Titus RX 29er (and his wife Stephanie, also a rider). He's been racing in the dirt for three years, and plans on having a great Spring 2010 season -- only this year, his plan is to actually train for the races instead of just showing up and hoping his legs came to play. Look for Jeremy at the Driveway crits on Thursday nights, and the Dirt Derby on Tuesdays during the fall (and in between, on beloved trails like South Boundary in Taos and Strand Hill in Crested Butte). Jeremy will join the ranks of road racing in 2010, in hopes of upgrading from his current Cat 9 status. That way, he can race without training wheels. Jeremy resides seven floors above 5th and Red River Streets with Stephanie, her dog Summit, his cat Buffy (yes, the cat is his), and way too many bicycles.

Jimmy Montreuil

Another bio withheld awaiting resolution of ongoing criminal investigation...

Jonathan Perry

I smoke, I drink, I try to stop but I caaaiin't... just kidding.. here's the real one. I grew up a poor black child... ok ok one more try.. my first words were "chain ring". I feel that everything is better on a bike. I love James Bond movies and think the only possible improvement would be to have James Bond ... on a bike. I work at the ymca downtown and often ride "my bike" to work. I also help out a friend with his recycling company every friday and appreciate the image of throwing glass bottles into a metal bin with more glass bottles and watching them break. My nickname given to me on a cool november night by Vince Shlomi (of Shamwow fame) is Lexx Lavender. I think it has a sexxy ring. Don't you. I may be one of the younger chaps on the team, but I will break you too over my knee like a rusty shotgun. I heard Austinbikes was the only team who accepted racers with tatoos....so I figured: naturally. Don't offer me anything in a can, unless you want me to turn it right back around and offer it to you after I have already opened up said can.

Josh Borden

By day, he is a real estate investor. By night, he pedals the Peloton of Freedom on his Stork Fenomalist. He is a son, a brother, and a lover.(Easy Ladies) His love for his bike is only out ranked by his love for his family, friends and art.(Tattoos particularly) Raised in Dallas, Josh moved to his favorite city to finish college and stayed like the rest. Josh is a true Austinite by heart. His two obsessions, fitness and fun, dominate every aspect of his life. Now a member of AB, he truly Lives the Dream!

Kevin Brodwick

When Kevin is not busy trying to save the world from toxic chemicals with his two companies thinkbaby and thinksport, he can be seen at the tail end of any pace line. After racing triathlons for 23 years, Kevin has attempted a few bike races and has decided staying upright is a far more fun way to finish. So what has kept Kevin from being the fastest bloke on the bloke, he has an insatiable need for chocolate. He has never met a brownie that he didnŐt like. If you ever need to know where the best ones are in Austin, you might consult with him. When not on the road, Kevin is leading his gangster spin class at Pure Austin.

Marc Mayo

A warm summer night, 1971 Marc Ramsey Mayo blessed this world at 5:00am in the morning. A long strange trip it has been. Born in Birmingham, Alabama the oldest of 2 siblings. I've been running ever since. True passion was sports where I would finish little league games and then head right to swim meets. Anything to wear a Speedo. Throughout the 1980's I lived in Virginia, Illinois, then settling in San Antonio, Texas. After a short stint at Texas Tech University I transferred to Texas A&M University were I graduated in December 1994, Gig'em ( What ever that means I have no frigin clue ) After College I moved fast as I could to Austin settling into a position in the cyclical tech market. For the first time in my life, I knew what I didn't want to do! After 2 years of slowing dying on the vine at the hands of corporate America, I packed up and moved to Mexico City where I taught English and traveled. After coming to the conclusion I do not like to teach, I returned to Austin. About this time, Separately, I ran into 2 chaps, Eric Hess and Solomon Frost. From there our common interests lead us down the same paths. Many years later I still hang with those two. It has been great seeing them evolve into what we all are today. AB.

Matthew Mahon

Shaman, dream catcher, Matthew Mahon is The Total Package. Winning local pie eating contests in Midland, Matthew was able to earn a small sum of money, and bought his first bicycle. He cycled his way to Austin, Texas, where he found a job as a construction worker, and perfected his infamous cat-calls. Craving artistic release, he became a talented etch-a-sketcher, doing portraits for 5 bucks a pop, which he spent foolishly on bootleg armadillo meat and moonshine. While working, Matthew discovered his next passion, the camera. Exhilarated, Matthew grabbed his bicycle and took off cycling with camera slung about his neck, and never looked back. After 27 days, he suddenly stopped when a young girl with jet black hair stood in his path, and pointed at him ominously. Aware that this little girl was causing him to experience an artistic epiphany, Matthew let out a rawkus yell, threw off his clothes, and collapsed on the ground losing consciousness. From that moment on, Matthew Mahon was determined to become the nation's most famous cycling photographer.

Nate Dog Miller

The crusher of bones, the wearer of women's glasses. We know there's more to him than that, but this is all we have to go on...

Noah Wright

Noah Wright was raised in the wild forests of Tasmania. With only his wit and cunning skill did he survive this apple state of Australia, moving to the US in later years only to learn that people here don't eat vegemite or grow up watching Agro on the tele. Noah enjoys every food item known to man and yes, Men at Work, may be the best band ever. His custom-painted Ridley Noah is a darn sexy machine. His credo: Enjoy life, play hard and love family.

PJ Sullivan

Patrick James rides a 22lb steel road bike. He once convinced his AB teammates to drive to Ft. Davis in an old truck that would eventually break down in the middle of nowhere. Lucky for him, his teammates are pretty cool. Lucky for his teammates, Patrick packed some cheap beer, lots of it. The team threw rocks at empty beer cans for the rest of the weekend. If he's lucky, they'll do it all over again next year, break-down included. Patrick does not like lined paper, car horns, or airports. Patrick does like P.Terry's double cheeseburgers, cheap sunglasses, good handwriting, funny helmets, clever design, and building cool things with, you know, cool stuff. He's still trying to figure out how to be half-Asian like Scott, half-Mexican like Jake, and half as tall as Shadow Eagle.

Richard Swords

Richard "Baretta" Swords. Cagey, steely, and apparently too busy to submit a bio.

Mason Quintana

This says it all...

Sam Frost

Sam is not only the sibling of co-owner Sol and a master wheelbuilder, he's also the former service manager at AB, and as equally adept at fixing anything on your bike as he is at tearing off your legs.

Scott Veggeberg

A legend in the Texas peloton. A dead sexy man. A connoisseur of life. An asymmetrical coiffure. The world's most interesting half-Asian.

Shadow Eagle

AKA Michael Carey, don't let the boyish good looks fool you. Try and put this tall-boy into a paper bag and he'll unleash all his 75-plus inches on you like a wrecking ball through a Chuck E Cheese.

Sol Frost

In case you care to read more than his bio on the "About Us" page, here are a few more tidbits about this modern day renaissance man. Sol likes oranges, his fab-5-freddy family, cutting loose, cutting up, and all his buddies (many featured on this very webpage). He doesn't have any time for grumpy pantses. If you're alive, healthy and living in Austin then you probably don't have much to complain about. Don't bring him beer if he does you an alcohol worthy turn. He prefers Mexican Martinis or Cab/Pinot. If he half wheels you, don't worry. He means to do it. He wants you to do it right back.

Tyler Cutbirth

My name is Tyler Cutbirth: I am an adrenaline junkie! I enjoy outdoors and anything action packed. I am currently cycling, doing triathlons, and rock-climbing. I'm all about taking the win, but more importantly winning means nothing to me unless I'm having FUN!!! It's all about enjoying life, living in the moment and absolutely loving every minute of it for me. but.... I don't see anything wrong with having fun and being the best! ;)