Mothers make TEAM work

Team Zane clicks into shape.

Under a roof, in the rain, a cycling family group clearly became a team.

Supported by their attentive coaching staff, they munched snacks, and heard news of their newly won Portland Art Museum tickets by their Development Director, Rispa Wambalaba. (pictured 2nd from right)

Master of prep, and facilitation.

Always in motion behind the team is her father Kennedy, placing cones on the course and picking beautiful tasty apples from the known nearby tree, as this was the school he raised his daughters in.

Support coaches are everywhere in this team's periphery, as many watch their progress and take periodic action on their behalf. Media was organized by Hall of Fame baseball coach, Mike Clopton and his pal Nick Krupke at KPTV 12. 

Volunteerism is rewarded, helmets, safety, and Nurses Talk Tough mentality, is nurtured by
Rick E.  

Mothers lead two columns.

Tech cycling is directed and protected by the Lore of Cyclisme, Tim Tebo Bergmann, Nils Liason Not, Mike Mann, Denzel Fitness, Yalchin Steady, and Sarah Joy.

By the end of the Bus Station Cycling Salon (see here) in the formidable heat of August, the children were engaged in building a cycling team, but after having shared in the televised glory 

Mother Mattie has been here before.

(see here) of their young coach, Oregon Ironman and National Champion, Zane Moore, their  lights really went on.  

They wanted more. They wanted more championship.

Digging in after Zane went off to college, they began to race each other, and form up cycling team formations. 

First, "Two Columns" was the call for action. 

Before the moms got on their bicycles, the children were diligent and glorious in their efforts, but hilariously chaotic. Training safely on grass on the last warm day of summer, they emulated a comedy skit from the Monty Python Show of the 1970's.

Reaching their parental limit, agonizing in supportive observation, mothers took to bicycles, and formed up two columns.  Suddenly, the troupe looked like a squad.  Movement was orderly and exciting. 

Big brothers' names were called out to attack and lap the field. Little sister chased, always under the watchful eye of mothers, friends, and coaches.