An aficionado of proper sock length, noodle-like arms, and slipping through a crowded peloton, Ryan manages to keep us mostly in-line (some of the time) as our team director. Follow him in a corner sometime, and you'll be wishing you had been a little less generous with your tire pressure.
When Robert isn't looking up component manuals to determine the stack-height difference between Ultegra and Dura-Ace pedals (1 mm), he's probably blowing up your phone about the Cavs, your latest ride on Strava, or something mildly offensive.
A veteran of all styles of U.S. road racing, Chris is also an Aerodynamics Engineer, and begrudgingly answers our incessant "How much faster would I be if..." questions. Chris is also our only previous World Champion (well, kind of...)
Our resident bike-shop employee, John is our self-proclaimed expert on all things bike fit, maintenance, training, and Budweiser. Most of his advice is actually pretty good, just don't expect him to follow it all himself.
“McDawg fell off." “McDawg don’t train enough.” “McDawg ate a whole DiGiorno pizza by himself last night”...
These are just a few of the things one might hear in “the streets” about Jack McCann. We'll tell you one thing, you don't want to let him see the finish line.
Paul has been racing bikes more than some of our team has been alive and has done stints on some of the old U.S. professional squads of lore. When you see him at a race, you might be tempted to think he's slowing down in his old age - that would be a mistake.
Catch Jarret pounding down "buddha bowls," yelling at Robert for not refilling the coffee pot, and actually having a real job. He and his lovely cellist-wife Anna reside in Chicago, which they thoroughly love (except for the parts they don't.)
At first glance, Ben appears like your average calm, mild-mannered, friendly Midwesterner. But don't expect this temperament to extend to the bike race itself. In fact, Ben is a fan of going very fast, be it on the road, on the trail, or behind the wheel of the team sprinter van
Stephen gets it done, plain and simple. It might be some insanely hilly ride near his home in Knoxville, it might be getting his 6th selfie of the day dialed, or it might be polishing off YET ANOTHER jar of peanut butter.