The Squad.
Ray Jones
Team leader, ride instigator, and part‑time chaos coordinator. Ray’s the guy pulling the crew together, pushing the pace, and then blowing past you in the sprint like he never promised to keep it chill. Off the bike, he’s almost always got a camera in hand, snapping the glory, the grit, and the questionable fashion choices that make this team what it is. If there’s a good story to be made, Ray’s probably in the middle of it — and already planning the next one.
Shawn Cooper
Owner of Halfway Crooks and the alchemist behind the beer, Shawn is the reason our post‑ride pints taste like victory. When he’s not brewing magic in the tanks, he’s somewhere in the world chasing the next ride — one week it’s Finland, the next it’s Flanders. Whether it’s on a climb, in a paceline, or pouring from the tap, Shawn’s got the good stuff dialed.
Evan Milliman
General Manager at Halfway Crooks and proud owner of an epic moustache that could win its own category at Nationals. Evan keeps the HC ship sailing smooth, making sure the beer flows, the vibes stay high, and the post‑ride hang is always on point. On the bike, he’s as steady as they come — until someone mentions a sprint, then it’s moustache in the wind and game on.
Caitlin Friesen
Multiple‑time Fried Clay champ (iykyk) and living proof that you can be both the nicest person on the team and an absolute savage on the bike. She can suffer with the best of them—grinding through mud, gravel, and whatever else the course throws her way — while somehow still smiling and cheering you on. Ride with Caitlin and you’ll learn two things fast: she’s always down for a suffer-fest, and she’ll probably wait for you at the finish line.
Christian DiCenso
The mastermind behind most of our routes and the guy responsible for your “favorite ride ever” (or that time you swore you’d never trust him again). If you’ve ridden a killer local trail, there’s a good chance Christian helped build it — he’s a driving force in the MTB Atlanta community and knows every inch of dirt worth riding (and plenty that aren’t worth riding). He’ll never be caught dead on a bike with electronic shifting, and he rides disc brakes only under protest. Whether it’s winding singletrack, sketchy shortcuts, or all‑day epics, if Christian’s scheming the route, you’re in for an adventure.
Spencer Caratti
Founding member of Team Lager, Spencer is smooth on the track and sharp with the one‑liners. He is dapper on and off the bike — just as much at home in a tailored kit as he is leaning into a hairpin in the high country. When he’s not on two bicycle wheels, he’s out in the mountains on two motorized ones, chasing turns and wide‑open views. (Note: if anything on the bicycle needs to be plugged in to charge, Spencer’s not riding it).
Phil Siegelman
We call him Phil the Drill — because once he’s on the front, he just keeps driving the pace until the rest of us crack. A classy rouleur with smooth style and a soft‑spoken demeanor, Phil lulls you into thinking he’s just cruising … right up until he slides the knife in and steals your prized KOM. There’s a good chance Strava has already emailed you to let you know he’s taken one of yours. A connoisseur of Nerds gummy clusters, Phil is also the team member most likely to pull an espresso shot for you from a machine plugged into his EV (and most likely to wear a speedsuit and aero socks to the social ride).
Jonny A
Jonny loves MTB, but in a “let’s spend all day on the trail” kind of way, not a “pin on a number every weekend” kind of way. Splits his time between dirt and the velodrome, where both his style and his pedal stroke are dialed. Quite possibly rocking the best leg sleeve on the team and definitely holding the crown for best watch collection. His garage? Probably the most organized in the entire southeast—every tool in its place, every bike ready to roll.
Bradley Wallace
ER doctor by trade, pain‑dealer by bike. Whether it’s gravel, road, or MTB, Bradley’s just as comfortable stitching you up as he is tearing your legs off. He’s comfortable racking up monster days at Unbound or The Rift, but don’t expect him to ride “easy” — he’s not entirely sure what Zone 2 is, but whatever it is, he hates it. He’ll join you for a café spin, but don’t get too cozy … the attack’s coming the moment you drop your guard (or your latte).
Pamela Vickers
Former fixie punk turned road and gravel slayer—but don’t be fooled, the track is still in her blood and she will light it up when the boards call. Founder of the famous TGIF Ride and monthly WTFNB rides, Pamela’s been building community on two wheels since before it was cool. If she disappears for a bit, it’s probably because she’s off pedaling somewhere around the globe—Japan, France, Iceland … who knows where she’ll turn up next. She’s also in the running for having the cutest dog on the team (but don’t tell Spencer and Bradley).
Andrew Hetherington
A damn good cyclist and a monster at the velodrome, Andrew is also the official Team Lager photographer and the reason 89% of the good shots on this site exist (the bad ones definitely aren’t his). Part man, part pig, and 100% the most Irish lad in the crew. The second most cultured European and probably the second‑nicest person on the team, which still makes him dangerously cultured and nice by cycling standards.
Darren Kornas
The brains (and hands) behind AHHA, building it from the ground up into one of the most clever pieces of kit in cycling. A master craftsman who can design, weld, and tinker with the best of them, Darren’s the reason the AHHA Toaster shows up at gravel start lines and crit courses all over the country (and if you’re lucky he’ll have brought a batch of his famous freshly-made scones as well). If you’ve been to a cycling event in the U.S., chances are you’ve racked your bike on one of his creations. When he’s not in the shop, you’ll find him rolling the gravel roads around Serenbe, where both the riding and the ideas come easy.
Rob Downs
Our official team meteorologist, Rob can tell you exactly when the rain will start, stop, and start again — down to the minute. But get him on a bike and he doesn't just predict the storm -- he becomes one. And we're not talking light showers and some thunder — we're talking a Category 5, run-for-shelter, make-peace-with-God-because-the-end-is-coming type of storm. And yet, he still somehow manages to (mostly) stick to his training plan … which is probably why he’s always ready to unleash hell come race day.
Lee Redfern
A legend of the Atlanta cycling scene and undoubtedly the best bike mechanic on the face of the earth. If you’ve got a bike, odds are Lee has worked on it — or trained the person who did. Small in stature but huge in skill, he’s as kind off the bike as he is ferocious on it. Whether he’s wrenching in the shop or tearing it up on two wheels, Lee’s the guy you want in your corner. But if you’re on a climb and Lee passes you, it’s already too late to grab his wheel.
Erick Carlson
Flowing locks, fearless on the descents, and a race résumé that goes back longer than some of you have been riding — maybe even alive. Always down to ride, Erick has at least one diesel engine inside each leg and brings Mack-truck-power to every climb, sprint, and all‑day epic. If he’s on your wheel, you’d better be ready; if he’s off the front, you probably won’t see him again until the regroup.
Philipp Hammond
Born in Germany, raised in the UK, and fluent in the universal language of going fast. With a background in professional motorsports, Phil eventually swapped the motor for the bicycle—most of the time. He still has a soft spot for motorcycles, but now it’s just as likely you’ll find him hammering tarmac, punching it over gravel, or crushing the soul of anyone trying to hold his wheel. One thing you’ll never catch him doing? Clipping in with SPDs. It’s road shoes. Always. Also proudly tied for Best Phil on the Team—a title he’s not giving up without a fight.
Casey Kaufman
After laying low for a bit Casey has been easing back into more miles — but you’ll find him at the biergarten whether he’s ridden that day or not. Modern superbike? Not his style. Give him an old‑school rim‑brake Allez and he’ll turn it into a fully‑loaded bikepacking rig. Somewhere between sips and stories, he’ll slip a lyric from Idles, Public Enemy, Outkast, or anything in between into casual conversation, like it was meant to be there all along.
Chuck Adkins
Always in a cycling cap—on the bike, at the bar, in a tux, doesn’t matter. Chuck rides in secret, logging stealth miles you’ll never see, then turns up in Flanders like it’s his local loop. He can throw back lagers with the best of them and roast you without warning—but you won’t mind, because he’s got a point.
Slusher
No one knows if Slusher is his first name, last name, or his only name. His beard is older than the trees, older than the trails themselves. Some say he simply appeared one day, already astride a bike, already riding. No one knows where he came from, or where he goes between sightings. He’ll ride anything on two wheels— but always incognito. You don’t find Slusher. Slusher finds you.