Rapha

Continental

    It was 2007 and Lance Armstrong had just killed what was left of cycling in America. The people needed something very big and very compelling immediately or our sport would be defined by endurance freaks in spandex LARPing Tour De France β€œStage Wins” in the margins of Sport and Culture and Society until the end of time.Β 

    Rapha, a collection of best-in-class luxury goods & services reflecting aΒ  truly game-changing approach to design and aesthetics, was born. The only thing missing was a story. Inspired by Rapha’s product offering and brand proposition, 1000% created the most emotionally resonant campaign in cycling since Eddie Merckxβ€”The Rapha Continental; an episodic multimedia GuideBook to Epic Riding in America. What started as a an ambitious blog based in Portland, Oregon ended as a Global Movement and the creation of the hottest category in cycling (Gravel) for the last 12 years.

    9 EastCoast Riders.

    8 WestCoast Riders.

    36 Epic Rides Across America.

    15 independent Frame Builder Collabs.

    5 Gentlemen’s Prestige Rides.

    13 films.

    1 New Category: Gravel

    1 Global Movement: Gravel; the hottest most important category in cycling, is literally and metaphorically the future of the sport.

    The Continental was one of the first, largest and most successful Brand Content Campaigns of its kind.

    IT ALL BEGAN WITH A REFERENCE TO ERNEST SHACKLETON’S FAMOUS-THOUGH-POTENTIALLY-MYTHICAL RECRUITMENT AD. *OG ACTIVATION

    Dufer, Oregon

    127.4 MilesΒ 

    4,610 Feet

    When I’m about to pop and basically explode for the rest of the day and the ride, I like to go out with a classic bath salts-type of attack performance. You know, like a fatally wounded alpha predator lungingΒ  recklessly at anything and everything in a pointless and counterproductive attempt at survival. Just raw, unfocused rage and panic. One last stand, like a suspect on PCP charging through mace and shotgun shells like sprinklers on a hot day. I’ll sprint and charge and spit and foam and bury myself.

    That’s why despite the grim forecast issuing from my body, despite the debilitating cramp looming on the horizon, just before lunch and the town of Dufur, on a series of long rolling hills and straights, I jump. At first my effort is strong enough to be marginally convincing but the group answers swiftly and definitively. In less than a quarter mile on a steeper section I’m dropped, left to scramble up the road alone. On the downhill section I catch-up with a struggle and when the road levels out I resume my attack. Once again, I start a fight I can’t finish and my right hamstring begins to seize for real. This goes on for several miles but I can see them smirk and smile, they know. Every new attack is more diminished than the previous one, a little more pathetic. I’m riding myself into the ground. Ten miles out from the town of Dufer, inspired by my increasingly spastic and desperate desire to force the issue the group counterattacks in earnest and I’m literally left to roll into town on my own.Β  Road Cycling’s version of theΒ walk of shame.Β Β 

    Fremont Peak, CA

    118.5 Miles

    7,413 Feet

    Inland, the first set of rolling wooded hills are shallow but persistent and steep. We stand and sprint and shuffle through them. Eucalyptus crowds the narrow pavement. We come to the Elkhorn Superrette and reprovision under the low light and the flicker of fΓΊtbol on tv. Back on the road, we watch for several hundred yards as two kids ride a burro down a gravel road parallel to ours. We spin and stare as they bounce and bob. Then six, maybe seven miles go by in tattered flags, busted cowboy-style ranch signs and driveways lined with machinery and trucks in various stages of disrepair. Small pockets of caravan homes, chickens and tricycles scatter the hills off to the side.

    The lower third of Fremont is shaded and hot but cooler, much cooler than what’s to come. Growing views of the valley below fade and pop. Moisture is sucked, stolen, lost. We are riding into the sky on a metamorphic path edged in craggy granite and marble. T i m e b e g i n s t o d r a g a n d b l u r w i t h n o e n d i n s i g h t. Cruel double digit grades rush to one-up each other with each next pitch. Tick-tack, pant. It’s not a mountain it’s a mount, this climb is a pilgrimage. A paved catharsis.

    Chris King, SRAM, Specialized, Continental Tires, Fizik, Brooks, LOOK and Reynolds.

    Independent Frame Builders; Ira Ryan, Moots, Independent Fabrications, Blinky, Tony Pereira, Sycip, Davidson, Richard Sachs, Circle A, Hunter, Jeffery Lyon, Signal, Seven and Igleheart.

    Photography, Concept, Ideation, Creative Direction, Video Direction, Video Production, Engagement, Activations, Events, Collaborations, Product Direction, R&D, Team Management, Writing, Copy.