Owasippe Race 2025

We’re still leading High School, the Coyotes kept the flag planted up top but Middle School slipped a gear and now we’re in full chase mode for the series lead. Elementary? Missed the win by just two points. Two! That’s basically one juice box, one stray donut, or one parent yelling louder at the finish line. So yeah, the hunt is on across all fronts.

Owasippe was not a normal bike race. It was fall break with number plates. The Coyotes set up camp on what looked like a beachfront Airbnb…minus the umbrella drinks, plus a whole lot of cowbells. There was even a pool shining in the sun like a mirage (thanks Coach Ryan, for booking us the “resort package”). Sand was everywhere. In the corners. On the climbs. In your snack bag. In your shoes. Honestly, in places Shimano never designed for. Bridges stretched over water just long enough to make every parent suck in air and do quick “if they fall, which kid owes me new sneakers?” math. It felt like Wipeout, but with bikes, Clif Bloks, and way fewer waivers.

By Sunday, the heat was cooking us like drive-thru fries. Donuts appeared like divine carb offerings. Kids snatched them with surgeon level focus, while parents loudly announced, “I’m buying these for the team” and then ate two before they even made it to the tent. (Don’t lie. We saw you. Powdered sugar on your shirt is evidence.) Snack duty has officially been rebranded as the Underground Donut Cartel. Meanwhile, somewhere in a backpack, a pack of Pop-Tarts vanished faster than a parent’s Wi-Fi when someone screams, “Netflix isn’t working!”

The soundtrack? Beach Boys floating across the pool deck…mixed with the shriek of sand grinding through gears. Imagine a pepper grinder auditioning for America’s Got Talent and not getting the golden buzzer. That was our weekend soundtrack. And when Ellie rolled past on her rainbow sparkle bike, the whole thing turned into a parade float. Parents clapped like a Southwest flight just landed on time, free pretzels included.

Kaitlyn and Ocean cooling off in the Coyotes Pool!

Meanwhile, the middle school girls started chanting “6–7! 6–7!” like it was a cult meeting. Parents whipped out their phones, googled furiously and finally gave up. We’re not supposed to get it. Maybe it’s K-pop. Maybe it’s TikTok. Maybe it’s just middle school chaos. Doesn’t matter. We survived Napster, MySpace, AIM away messages and the Facebook poke button. We are built for nonsense. Our counterattack? Just yell “Dial-Up Internet!” or “Windows 95!” and watch kids recoil like they’ve just seen a rotary phone. (Next race I’m bringing my giant CD binder to flex…don’t test me.)

The vibe was pure beach spa. Every pedal stroke came with a free sand exfoliation. Bikes made noises that would terrify an airplane mechanic. Parents ignored it, the same way we ignore Bluey looping for the 6th time while we’re “working from home.” Kids rode like pretzels were stock options and gummy worms were contraband being smuggled past TSA.

Then came the moment for the Owasippe history books…the 12:30 awards. We were told our cheering was too loud. Too loud. For kids who just wrestled their bikes through a sandbox. Who puts Baby in a corner? Not us. Not Patrick Swayze. And definitely not the announcer dude. We love you, we appreciate you, but come on…our Coyotes earn every decibel. Loud is love. We grew up screaming Blink-182 in basements. If you tell us to be quiet, we’ll just yell louder. That’s a promise.

When the sand finally settled? Owasippe delivered what it always does…drivetrains that need therapy, coolers that need restocking, kids still yelling “6–7!” like it’s the code to a secret snack vault and parents walking around with fruit snack wrappers stuck to their sneakers. We’ll remember the pool we couldn’t cannonball into (but considered), the bridges that made us hold our breath like synchronized swimmers, the donuts that saved our lives and the cheers that carried every rider across the line.

Over in Varsity Male, Ray hammered into 3rd, chasing donuts like Costco just rolled back the price. Camden muscled into 9th, personally roasting every grain of sand in his way. Easton went Pac-Man mode to snag 12th, turning other riders into pretzel pellets, while Cormac locked in 24th, already planning a snack-bar loyalty punch card. Not to be outdone, Varsity Female gave us a beachside soap opera…Reese snagged 3rd like a gummy-fueled velociraptor, Sadie wrestled the actual sun for 11th and Ocean slid into 13th smoother than warm butter on Texas toast.

In JV 11–12 Male, Kaden slammed into 2nd so hard the finish-line tape filed a workers’ comp claim, while Kellen ghosted his way to 10th, quiet as a Capri Sun straw sliding in on the first try (parents know that’s a miracle). Meanwhile, JV 9–10 Male was snack-chaos deluxe, Tristan laid down another dub in 1st like the course was his driveway, Luke hammered into 4th with Swiss watch precision, Will locked 8th powered by sketchy gummies, Tyler bulldozed into 12th like pizza rolls were waiting and Henry rolled in 26th, powered entirely by stubbornness and the promise of dessert after getting his license the day after the race (congrats! now you can run errands for mom and dad). In JV Female, Kaitlyn wrestled sand and heat into 6th, her brain running exclusively on juice-box horsepower and the mental image of salty McDonald’s fries…because no post-race recovery beats drive-thru fries eaten straight from the bag.

The Advanced Middle School Male crew went full snack riot: Sawyer blasted into 3rd with a sprint that had parents screaming, Cruz glided into 5th cool as an ice cream sandwich, Jakob clawed into 7th, Owen fought his way to 9th, Max hammered into 15th, and James muscled into 21st, each one leaving more sand than they found. Meanwhile, Advanced Middle School Female was sparkle chaos with Laila dominating in 1st, Sammy hammering into 6th, and Harper loud and proud in 9th.

On the Intermediate 6–8 Female side, Hadley soared into 2nd like she had a gummy-powered turbo button, while Ellie spun her rainbow disco-ball bike screaming “send help.” The Intermediate 7–8 Male squad brought the heat: Calvin locked 4th, Ryland hit 7th, and Michael cranked into 11th, all sprinting like someone yelled “Krispy Kreme hot light!” Over in Intermediate 6th Male, Easton nailed 3rd while Michael blasted into 6th, both riding like Pop-Tarts were dangling from a fishing pole.

The novice ranks were pure sugar-fueled mayhem. Novice 9th Male saw Robbie sprinting to 9th, parents aging ten years in the process. Novice 7–8 Male gave us William in 1st, Tyler in 2nd, Caleb in 12th, Leo in 16th, and Spencer in 21st…basically a snack parade in yellow jerseys. Novice 6th Male had Evan in 5th and Ethan in 6th, all finishing like the snack tent was closing.

The little rockets of Advanced Elementary Male kept it wild…Camden flew into 2nd, Ryder into 4th, and Raylan into 6th, racing like recess was ending. In Advanced Elementary Female, Lola grabbed 4th, grinning like she already had her snack prize.

Snack duty rolled on with Elementary 5th Male, where Simon hammered into 20th and immediately earned double donuts. In Elementary 5th Female, Anneke clawed into 4th with WWE-level intensity while Fiona nailed 9th, smiling like snack duty was already her reward.

Elementary 4th Male went deep: Sawyer stormed into 2nd, Jeremiah in 9th, Diego in 19th, Miles in 21st and Emmett in 23rd…five Coyotes making sand regret its life choices. Elementary 4th Female had Aspen blasting into 2nd and Rainey powering to 11th, both snack-fueled and fearless.

Coyotes kept rolling with Elementary 3rd Male as Bennett ripped into 4th, William hammered 5th, Caleb locked 17th, and Henry muscled into 21st. Then came sticky-hand chaos in Elementary 2nd Male, where Jack stormed into 5th, Titus in 6th, Wyatt in 7th, Zion in 17th, and Matthew in 22nd, all sprinting like juice boxes were the grand prize. Elementary 2–3 Female turned the podium into a family photo op with Gracelyn in 2nd, Lucy in 3rd, and Winnie in 11th, every parent yelling louder than the announcer’s mic.

Finally, the tiniest legends in Elementary PreK–1 Male went feral: Ryan zipped into 3rd, Layton into 9th, Ashton into 11th, Rory into 12th, and Everett into 15th, all sticky fingers and gummy smiles. The Elementary PreK–1 Female duo closed it out with Emalyn floating into 2nd like parade royalty and Mia grabbing 6th, already scheming her snack haul.

Seventy-four Coyotes. Every division, every place, every ounce of sand. Varsity warriors, JV grinders, middle-school sparkles, and PreK snack pirates. Owasippe belonged to us, loud, ridiculous and snack-fueled all the way. Parents were juggling cowbells, sunscreen and twelve half-empty Gatorade bottles, pretending to “hydrate strategically” while really just trying to find coffee. We clap like planes landing, we yell like Blink-182 never broke up, and yes…we ate more team snacks than our kids. This is our circus, these are our snack-gremlins, and we wouldn’t trade it for anything…except maybe a vacuum strong enough to handle sand and Goldfish crumbs at the same time.

Full results under the photos!