04/19/2026
The dust has settled….actually no! Barry Roubaix 2026 didn’t have dust. It had mud. A lot of mud. The Racing Greyhounds showed up with a vengeance and dove straight into the chaos like it was a buffet.
This wasn’t a race. It was a mud wrestling match with bikes trying their best to stay emotionally stable. Puddles, canyons, peanut butter mud, and cold that questioned everyone’s life choices.
Across 18, 36, 62, and 100 miles, our riders didn’t just compete. They fought, slid, laughed, and kept moving. Podiums earned. Chains sacrificed. Brakes decorative. Teamwork everywhere.
Barry Roubaix tried to break the pack. The pack slid sideways and kept going.
Greyhounds strong. Greyhounds muddy. Greyhounds proudly unrecognizable.