Thursday, October 17, 2013

Half of Cyclocross Season: UCI Races and Rants, Grassroots Fun.

Let me start by saying, I love cyclocross. Its by far my favorite cycling race format. I get to be equal parts roadie (nerd) and mountain biker (Mountain Dew Slammer). The races are short, which makes them attention span friendly, and for the first half of the season, the weather is warm. 

UCI Ass Kicking:
There were 4 so far. We start at Nittany Cross. I wrote about that last time...

Charm City went a little better. The race itself is awesome, one of my favorites, despite Baltimore being about as sketchy as Bangkok. Last year at Charm I rode better than usually and found the money in a UCI race. I felt amazing that day. I tried my best to repeat that, and had a great ride on day 1, but in typical fashion finished 2 spots out of a payday, burning every match I had, and racing for a total of 71 minutes. That's a really really long cross race. One thing I was happy with was my sand pit skills. I typically suck there, but I was actually able to use it to attack my friends on the last lap and win my group. Day 2, went a little worse. Bad start, tired legs. I resorted to having fun, but still trying to make the lead lap. I found some guys to race and we moved up together.

UCI RANT: I got pulled. Normally I am cool with this,. I get the 80% rule and I do not want to get in the way of the leaders. Here's what happened. I had 2 riders in front of me. They were riding better than me and got a slight gap on me after I had made the bridge. We were entering the bell lap, meaning as soon as we all crossed the line we would never be passed by the finishing leaders a couple min behind us. I entered the 180 degree turn onto the road section with a 20 foot gap to close. I wanted to close the gap so I could draft in the headwind sections coming up, so I launched hard and started to close the 1 second gap. The pair of riders goes through. I get pulled. I literally had to ride 50 more feet and would never be touched by the leaders as they were wrapping up behind me. I obeyed the official and pull off. I realize what has just happened and sans profanity start arguing with the official with the logic I just laid out. His response "I'm enforcing the rule" in a stern tone. I told him to use his head and let me race the 2 guys in front of me. He then sarcastically said he would "mark it down that I should have beat them". If I was 100 lbs overweight surrounded by ridiculously good looking skinny dudes getting rad, maybe I would be upset too... but there's no reason to be like that. I rolled over to the officials trailer, and they also wanted none of it. I should expect this from the UCI/USAC but the blind enforcement of a rule that made no sense in the time it was executed is par for the course. 
Always time for these. Photo Dennis Smith
Town Hall: PACX, The fields are not as deep but payout isn't, so racing at the front it pretty tough. New England Holy week took away a lot of the big names which left myself and some familiar faces at the front. On a course that usually spreads the race out pretty quickly, 5 of us formed a group. I admittedly was hurting a bit and couldn't move out of 4th after taking the holeshot and leading much of lap 1. It was an exciting race. Gerry took off first, then Greg Whitney, I got gapped a few times then clawed back in it, On the top of the "St Luke's Staircase" I attacked, moved into 2nd and had a 3 to 5 second gap to catch Gerry. Gerry held me off, but my surges held off the rest of the chasers and I held 2nd. The promoters handed out Bells Two Hearted. Promoters take note. 
Men's Elite Podium


Whirlybird: A MAC race, but not UCI... a field smaller than the payout... means you MUST finish or else you are leaving money on the course. I got a last row call up... I moved half way up the field, and promptly blew my rear derailleur apart, along with messing up my rear wheel. I bounced around on my pit bike for 6 more laps, nearly killing myself to beat Hal Batdorf with Craig's roadie tactic help. I wound up 15th and broke even payout wise. This was disappointingly fun. I missed my group because of the mechanical, but had a fun time on a great course. 

 

Cooper River Cross (CRCX): This race is a prime example of how to make a great course on a difficult to work with piece of land. Dead flat and very long/narrow... but the course had flow, fun sections and obstacles. Starting in the back due to no NJCX series points, I had to ride up to where I needed to be. I took it easy the first half a lap and didnt force anything. It was too much of a shit show to be aggressive. finally it opened up and I moved forward. My one regret was watching a split in the field from still to far back and missing the junction. Instead I chaired a large group with Eric from MTBNJ which we spent 4 laps trying to break up. I threw every trick I knew at it and thinned it some, but not enough. I had to attack, often on the last lap and go way into the red to stay clear. Jack Drummond make me work pretty hard to stay clear, but I won the group... and finished... dick spot. 1 out of the money. 11th. 


Lap 1. Dave Casale yard sale on the stairs.  Kelpius Helmet cam footage

Friday, September 13, 2013

Nittany.

I love grass crits. They are like normal crits, but when you fall down, you are not picking asphalt our of your hip for a month. I have never raced Nittany in anything other than dry conditions. I missed 2011's mud bog due to some... circumstances
#steeze Photo: Drew Armstrong
Since falling down is so fun, everyone took ample opportunity to fall down in the first minutes of lap 1. I missed the fun on the first two crashes, but managed to find the party on the 3rd. I got my foot tangled up in somebody's wheel who had crashed in front of me in a wide turn, and instead of riding through it and destroying their wheel and breaking my ankle, I stopped to get untangled. And got yelled at. Dude crashed in front of me and then got mad. He obviously didn't realize crashing is fun. 
Now that I was in dead last, I figured I would burn all the matches! and catch up. Well that worked great until I was like, "oh haaaaayyyy nice shaded grass corner. Lets take a nap here". Boom. Crash. A rarity for me as I escaped 13 cx races last year only crashing on the last lap of my last race. I didn't get lapped. I didn't make any money. I didn't break my bike.

Day 2 was a bit more calm at the start nobody died in the first fenced in corner. (COUGH, ANDREW MILLER, COUGH) I got the dead last call up on the grid, but despite that got a great start and settled in the 30's.
Photo: Dennis Smith


While moving up past the pit, I hit a large root (I guess) with my front wheel and spun my bars down quite a bit. Since I was 20 feet past the pit had to wait a lap to go in. The Sram guys hooked me up fixed my bars, and after a 1/2 lap riding my pit bike (named #swag) I was back on tires not inflated to 40 psi.
Sadly my inopportune pitting made me miss out on all the fun the groups were having riding together. I chased mostly alone for 25 minutes, watching the "you are this far behind the guys winning" clock. I knew we were doing 6 to 7 min laps. So when I saw 4:xx with a few laps to go I knew I had to ride a bit harder. Instead of pedaling harder I just started doing tricks. There were a bunch of kids and drunk adults standing by small jump. I started doing x ups, mainly because that's the only trick I can do.

Finally with 2 to go I found some friends. I rode with them for a little and then tried to beat them all. 1 did escape but I did move up a few spots. The most important thing you can do at Nittany is ride the log over.
MTB SKILLZ Photo: leisterimages.com


Photo: leisterimages.com

People stuck around and cheered/drank/heckled all weekend. It was very rad to see all my CX friends again and start the season. See you out there.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Rattlin 50.

Steve, Craig, Wester, and myself all set out to do the Rattlin 50 mtb race in Lykens PA. Last year, Craig. Steve, and I rode the race for fun, had an awesome time, and still finished with respectable placing. We ride this like a TSE Duo/Trio/ group ride thing and don't drop one another. 

The start takes us on a short paved climb and right into the wood for a brief but painful hike a bike. Being a jackass, I took a fake flyer on the road. Cole Oberman came with me, so I immediately sat up. As dumb as it was it got us to the singletrack in the top 5 and we missed the bottleneck. We rode a little harder than we normally would have for the first hour. I wasn't pumped about this, but we were doing ok. Eventually one of us would mess up and we would slow down. 

That person was Steve. Steve's trusty 10 year old Shimano pedals went into "Imma release.... NOW. mode" Sadly "now" was during a turn... over a log... through a rock garden... basically any time you didn't want to unclip. Over a larger log over Steve's pedals let go and he landed square on his man pieces. We stopped. People passed us. Steve took a short walk. Steve sat down. Steve then pissed to make sure blood didnt come out... Giving his teammates a play by play every step of the way. Remember communication is key to racing. 

We got going again, cut the throttle a bit, but still were moving. We realized in typical fashion Kuhn's race distances were off. We hit CP1 a few miles past where it should have been. No biggy, the next trail was like 20 minutes of awesome swoopy DH. We all rode it and had a ton of fun.

About 30 min after and say 2.5 hours into the race, we all took a turn for the worse. Nothing happened, we all just stopped having fun. Nobody talked, except to curse at something. Craig crashed hard, tried to quit. Steve unclipped at random, I endoed into a pile of rocks slamming a knee on the ground. A bee stung Craig in the ass. I sucked the poison out. 

We also realized all of the doubletrack in 2012 made the course fun. It was absent this year due to a conflict with a horse jamboree... thus making the race basically 95% singletrack. Rocky singletrack. It also made the course sort of a 2 lap race, so we knew exactly how much rocky goodness was left. 

The last few miles trended DH, so Craig and I ripped that, me basically holding on for dear life. We hit the final section of trail, which is -28% and the same hike a bike from the start. Craig went full #yolo and I followed, trying to perfect our TSE Duo form. 

We rolled the last few hundred meters together and crossed the line 3 wide I tossed an epic bike throw but the blind officials awarded the "win" to Craig. 14th, 15th, 16th. Not dead. 5:16 moving time 50 ish miles. 4400 ft of climbing. Our finish time last year was 35 minutes faster... doubletrack...

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

USAC Mountain Bike Nationals at Bear Creek.

Typically, when I write about Bear Creek, I do my absolute best to mention how much fun I do not have there. Last Saturday more than made up for 1/2 a decade of poor to mediocre levels of fun there. 

I got my ass kicked in my race. I started in the back... and I stayed in the back most of the day until the inevitable happened and I got pulled as the leaders flew on by.  The course was challenging. Anyone who says its "dumbed down" or not technical isn't riding it fast enough. Its shorter than the big lap. That's it. It had some nice flow and a nice downhill to reward you for the entirely single track climb. Simply put, I loved it.
Lauren shoving stockings filled with ice down my back.


I had pre rode it a bunch during the last few weeks, figured out the lines and had a good idea of exactly where I needed to be on the tough spots. All that went out the window at race pace. Instead of having the luxury of picking and choosing my way through the rocks, I was just trying to hold the wheel in front of me. That put a lot of emphasis on sprinting all the time and less on line choice. Being in the back meant a lot of yoyoing and some more running with my bike on normally ridable sections due to jam ups.


I knew at the top of the descent a large crowd has amassed. I purposely didn't go up there before my race as I wanted to experience it for the first time in the race. I knew most everyone up there, and by that late in the day they were pretty drunk loud. I was a little late to the party (slightly dropped) but I eventually made it to the Wall of Sound. it was overwhelming. So many people yelling, sirens, bells, music, people screaming my name. Even some heckling "GET OFF THE BRAKES!" I got goose bumps. I almost crashed on the stair step rocks due to the noise causing me to go a little more rad than my skill level can handle. (Video below)
J Rock... keeping MTB weird. Photo: Pat Engleman
Mr Abram Landes somehow continues to take the most awesome pictures.  You can even see adult beverage being thrown on me.
The weirdest part, if you asked me who was up there after the race, I wouldn't be able to give you 3 names. There were so many voices coming at me, I couldn't pick out individuals. The trail required most of my brain power anyways. Everything else was a audio and visual blur. 
Deep in the heckle pit. Photo Beth Fayant
I was fortunate enough to pass through the heckle pit 3 times. On my last lap I yelled "Thank you" as many times as I could at 190bpm. After rock drop 1, I pulled aside to let the lead moto pass. Instead he yelled "GO GO GO GO" I took off, launched off the log pile and ripped the last descent one more time.. with a dirt bike chasing me. The 63 minutes I got to spend in the PRO national championship were truly an honor, and I look forward to spending a few more next year. 
Switchback: Photo Kyle Centrella
Thank you to all that yelled, cheered, threw beer at me, or gave me a little push on the hill. Thanks to my family for standing out in the heat to yell at me. Thanks to Lauren for missing all the fun and staying in the feed zone all day to hand me bottles. Thanks to USAC for putting this on. Pay attention to the fun parts, it seems the party at the top of the hill is getting as much press as the serious stuff. Thanks to Bear Creek, for finally proving to me your course doesn't completely suck, and it is in fact possible to have fun on your mountain. I will return. Oh, your bar is awesome too. 

Proof I rode the drops, Thanks Bear Creek for the photo
video



Monday, July 8, 2013

A String of Unfortunate Events

In this post I aim to detail out the chain of first world problems I have encountered over the last several days. Feel free to find humor in my misfortunes. 

The Weather. It has sucked. It rains literally everyday, exactly 5 minutes after I get off of work, no matter when I leave. Riding in the rain is ok, but riding in a thunderstorm is substantially less satisfying. Its also a great way to get run over. 

MASS GCC gets postponed. My favorite MASS mtb race, gets pushed back till 8/4, due to you guessed it, the rain. No pre nats tune up race. No confidence booster.

Chesco Road Race. I got number 13. I wore it upside down. I was pumped. I made it 4 laps (1/2 way) last year before getting dropped. Determined to finish the 92 mine race this year... especially since saving energy for GCC was not a factor, I was a bit dismayed when I found myself pushing 500w at 30mph when the rider in front of my was costing. I later heard my brake squeaking on a climb. "OMG I AM SO DUMB" I reached back and swatted at the brake to recenter it. Something still wasn't right. The race wasn't hard but I still was burying myself to stay on. Finally, I got dropped early in lap 2. My HR was 198. I stopped, stepped off the bike, and calmly reentered by break... only to find it was the only thing holding my rear wheel in place. The skewer had come undone somehow, likely by my own negligence... Relived I hadn't crashed myself our, but disappointed I was done. I soft pedaled back to the start to drop out. Riding was much easier without the wheel flopping around. 

Training ride after Chesco:  I went for a ride after the "race". Pulling out of my driveway I saw a car far in the distance. As I neared a stop sign, I saw a car in the oncoming lane. I sensed the other car behind me, not slowing down, at all. The car int he oncoming lane basically stopped and pulled over as the car behind buzzed me,  with 6 inches to spare, while I was a foot right of the white line, in the gutter. 
I pulled up next to her at a stop sign she was busy rolling through, she tried to ignore me but I knocked the window. She slowed and rolled it down which must have been tricky with with the dog on her lap. Here is the following conversation: 
Me: "Did you even see me?, What was that?"
Driver: " Yes I saw you and you were going TOO FAST"
Me: "Are you fucking kidding?"
Driver speeds away.

Training ride after that was uneventful... Silver lining: I made the front page of the local news with some friends.



NJ State Road Race. I went to support Lauren and feed for PB&Co. I also wanted to ride a little. I forgot all of my clothes. I had bibs and shoes though. I borrowed, after much wondering around, a helmet and a women's size small jersey. I looked fabulous. 


Bear Creek pre ride for Nationals. I am going to do my best not to rant... but I don't have fun here. I have documented it on this blog, quite a bit. Its the opposite of what I enjoy in MTB. There is no flow, the course is straight until a  90 to 180 degree turns, and a lot of the time it leaves me saying "Why am I doing this?" it takes an awful lot to get me to that point on a bike.
Then I found the drops. I simply couldn't ride them. It was embarrassing. My skills, I think most peoples skills can get you down the new, somewhat already eroded, man made rock drops... but my mind had checked out.  4 times I got to the edge and panic braked out. Stupid. I rode a mile long decent at TSE as steep as this. Couple more days to get my shit together. 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

How To Be Awesome at The Trans-Sylvania Mountain Bike Epic

Once again my last week of May was dominated by the awesomeness that is TSE. This post is going to read a lot like the last installment in the How To Be Awesome Series. It will not contain too much race report content as you can read race reports at cyclingnews.com and on the TSE blog. Instead I will offer you, my misguided reader, an insiders look into what exactly it takes to rock out at TSE. 

First off:  Know what the hell you are getting into. I am not talking about the courses, reading doesn't make you better at rocks, sadly riding road bikes doesn't help either, but we'll get to that. Instead look for info on how to win the week. For example, whats the best lodge? Where is the nearest beer store? Do you know how to 'rassel a rattlesnake? I didn't think so. Fear not we will go through it all in this IPA, Pale Ale, Oatmeal Stout induced guide. 

Lodging:
Rimney: It is scary there. Wissell is there. He beat me in a wrestling match and pushed me in a lake. Fear the Wissell. 
Eagle: Dicky is there. Not scary per say, just, well, Dicky. Don't do it.
Single cabins: The really cool Panama riders took them this year. Seems like an ok idea. 
FEMA/Katrina trailer: Reserved for Kuhn and the Louisianian black mold that shipped with it. Has AC.
Tent: I don't do tents. No advice here, you dirty hippy. 
Go back to college dorm life. Flips flops on at all times when inside. Lodges get "dank" as Lindine would say.
Chillin at the Eagle. A E Landes/TSE
Now that you are sufficiently screwed on lodging, lets talk about food. 
Meal Plan: I have never done the meal plan at TSE as I like to escape camp for a bit and go to State College to eat sometimes. Every night I walked into the dining hall for awards and regretted my decision. Desserts EVERYWHERE. I love cookies.
No Meal plan: Get some friends (preferably one with a Costco membership) buy some stuff and plan meals. Works very well. Only problem is noted above.
Snacks: Bring too much. Share.
Breakfast: Chocolate Chex. Whatchu know about this chocolate cereal game playboy? Nothing. There will be at least one coffee snob in your lodge, make friends with them. Hit the redbull lounge to supplement. 
Pizza: Nobody delivers to the scout camp, at least that Lauren and a smart phone could find and she "procures" things for a career. 

Beer:
State College: Safest bet but also 15 miles away but has a drive-thru beer store. Even after all of PA's stupid blue laws, you can drive-thru for beer. An experience not to be missed by the out of stater. 
Brownies: 2 miles from camp, use only if desperate  If you want a "I'm going to get shot" moment, go there. I asked for 30 "kinda cheap" beers. When the bartender asked me what cheap was, I answered PBR. 3 locals started screaming at me in central PA English, explaining how PBR was the most expensive beer they had. Bartender can't add 9+7. Be warned. Dont go with ID -less Derek Bissett.

Create a Catch Phrase:
This year was dominated by "piece" such as "Yo check out my new LEFTY piece" Or "Hey lemme get one of those beer pieces." Laughs were had when a warning of  "Don't look this way or you might seem my D piece." was cast when changing pre stage.
Lodges can have catch phrases too. "EAGLE" was heard every time a Eagle lodge member climbed the podium during awards. If racing duo, every time you assist your teammate, like passing the salt at dinner, state "Duo" as a form of bonding,

Picking a Duo teammate: 
I already stake claim to Craig "Imma Do Me" Lebair, so you are already at a disadvantage. You can't have my Craig piece, but you can do the following:
Find somebody who faster at stuff you suck at. I went down a cliff 3 min faster than last year because I knew Craig would make fun of me if I sucked. Motivation. 
Drop in to win. Craig only had time to pee this year on R B Winters penultimate descent, instead of the nap he took in 2012. A E Landes/TSE
Racing Etiquette: 
Don't be an asshat:  
A) Let the GC women's leaders do their thing if they are faster than you, they probably are and they have cash one the line. 
B) Don't yell at people. Yelling when you can ride a section but 9 people are walking in front of you makes me angry. Matt Harris pre-oatmeal angry. 
C) Don't pass unannounced or in stupid place. Finish times are over 17 hours 1 second isn't going to kill your week. A crash might. 
D) Be fucking nice. Say thank you. Say good job. We all ride bikes. Chill, ha. You will see these people again.
E) Have respect for those better than you. You will be amazed at some of the things you see people ride. Learn from it.

Unofficial Stages:
Wednsday Night: Go up to the field and join in the Hammer Nutrition (they buy the beer) Wed night stage 4a. Wheelie contest (Props to Gunnar Bergey) skid contest, relays for socks, bunny hopping, lighting shit on fire... go hang out. Don't get pissed when lights out is not at 9:30. You are not pro, you are sleeping in a tent, dirty hippy. 
Ripping up on my coach's bike. A E Landes/TSE
Stage 8 Three Beer Derby World Cup Eliminator" DJ will shoot fireworks at your head, the race promoters will break all of the fine print of their insurance policy, and Sue Haywood (dressed as batman) will DQ your team if you don't finish your beer. It will be filmed, embrace it. 
#YOLO, DJ. #YOLO.  A E Landes/TSE out of the line of fire. Coward. 



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Photos:
Make friends with Abe Landes. Not only is he really really funny and an all around awesome dude, he will make you look way cooler than you really are in pixels. Looking cool leads to all sorts of other cool things. If cyclingdirt interviews you, have a personality. Dig deep. You got this. 
Get a signature look. I do x ups, Craig Lebair does Blue Steel. Perfect it, do it all week. 
Blue Steel captured by A E Landes/TSE
The X Up (while complaining) burden on A E Landes/TSE
The Actual Racing Your Bike Part:
Pedal hard, have fun. This is probably your vacation, enjoy it. Race for the pictures. Tell your cube life coworkers you rode a 20 hour week and see their faces as they look at you with puzzlement. In this case being the 1% (that races bikes) is a good thing. 

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

2013 NE Rapha Gentleman's Race

Question: How long does it take a person to forget how bad a 9 hour, 138 mile ride/race/deathmarch with 7 hours spent in total back spasm?
Answer: 23 months. 

In 2011 I was privileged enough to be part of Lehigh Valley edition of the RGR. It was beyond hard. 2 hours of beyond steep climbs, followed by 4 trips over Hawk Mt, ending with a zig zag of choppy dirt roads on the way home. We were pushed to the limits mentally and physically but finished it off. 9/20 teams were able to complete it.


When I sent the email to my team proposing we try it again in 2013, I hit send with a bit of trepidation. Is this worth it? We applied, we got a spot... this was happening again. We knew the course would be in George Washington's playground. Everything I know about GW I learned from this video (probably NSFW... unless your work is awesome). I also knew the top secret donut stop.



Myles, Chris, Craig, Steve, Kyle, and I were selected to represent Ciclismo. The way RGR starts, teams are ordered by slowest to fastest, separated by a few minute stagger. We were seeded last to start. This is obviously not ideal. I don't know what I did wrong. Here is what I wrote to the race director:
"Craig Lebair: Cat 2 road, Elite MTB and CX. Member of the "Try not to get lapped by JPow Club" in cx.
Kyle Centrella: Cat 2 Road, Cat 1 Mtb. Cat 2 CX.
Chris Pagoda: Climbs Mountains (Denali) Doesn't race much anymore but strong.
Steve Ordons: Elite MTB and CX. J Pow has yet to lap him.
Myles Lund: Young and newer to cycling, trying to be a lawyer. Strong. 
Mike Festa: Cat 2 road, Elite MTB, Elite CX. JPow lapped me once, but never again. "
I guess used the word "elite" too much and forgot to mention we all go to offices on Mondays hoping no one notices we are half asleep from our attempts to win $18 for 25th in a UCI race. 

8:45 am we set off. We quickly met up with some teams on the road. We quickly realized only 1 of the 3 Garmins we had with the course loaded on it was working correctly... and it happened to be on my bike. This meant I got to yell out the 150 turns we would have to make. I also spent a lot of time staring at the little device on my stem. 


How could we get lost?


Photo Anthony S
My recollection is all a bit fuzzy. Somewhere we had to hike through a stream. Then we climbed a hill that had us at 40 rpm for a while. We had plenty of dirt. We got filmed by the film crew a bunch. We had to hike through the woods and another stream to go around a out bridge. We got bagels. The top secret donut stop was out of donuts.
Abigail Thomas Photography

At around mile 80, Kyle's 2003 Dura Ace shifter tired to eat its own cable. We fixed it in maybe the best spot ever, a quickie mark in front of a hardware store, next to a bike shop. Around 4.5 hours I ran a lil low on the old blood sugar and things went dark. I demolished 2 Honey Stinger gels and a waffle and got it moving again with my normal level of hyper. I hit every pot hole on River Rd during this period. 
Fixing some cables at the quickie mart.

Craig and I probably making jokes or singing 90's pop songs. Abigail Thomas Photography
It may sound trite, but the rest wasn't that bad. Of course it was difficult though. We found good company in the Bicycling Magazine team. it turns out the one and only Bike Snob was among the group, and we didnt even realize it.

Abigail Thomas Photography


The course ended with a trip through Sourland Mountain, and a big climb that turned to dirt just in time for the descent. Arguably the worst dirt descent in the race, long, full of washboards. It was tricky with tired eyes and bodies. The course failed in its one last attempt to foul us, and we were rewarded with smooth sailing on valley roads back to the start/finish. Basically the opposite of 2011. In the end, smiles were abundant, beer was consumed, and 7 medium pizzas were consumed by our team alone. 



We were 4th out of 26 teams. Time outside was 8 hours, 14 minutes. We spent about 7 hours 40 minutes of that moving. 

1/2 Serious

Not so serious. Abigail Thomas Photography


Never had to even use the paper cue sheet.
ZOMG DATA TIME:
Strava file.
Training peaks SRM data.
130 miles. 7:43:32 moving. 5038kj. 418 tss. 

Game Notes:

Myles wore bright green pants and Nantucket red shorts.
Kyle has informed me his shifter is from 2009 not 2003.
I wheelied a few times. 
The Dunking Donuts guy rang me up wrong, only charging me 13 bucks for 10 waters and 6 bagels. 
Song list: Spice Girls. All of us sang it. 5 of them, six of us. Same amount of talent.
Times we cursed course designer Jed K: Too many to count.
Flats: 0.


Up next... more bikes... a day at the MASS Iron Hill Endurance Race 




Wednesday, May 1, 2013

MASS Bikeline Fair Hill XC

Roadie friendly mountain bike courses are awesome. I'm not ashamed to admit that. I like to pedal (it is a bike after all) and courses that allow me to pedal often translate to an not completely shitty result for me. Fair hill has a lot of pedally parts, as well as a lot of turny parts where you can pretty easily hit a tree. 
Here is a great picture of me pedaling and not hitting trees. http://marshcreektraditions.smugmug.com/Sports 

How it all went down. 3 laps total. 22.5 miles. We started fast. There were awkward pacelines, as mountain bikers do best. Everything shook out and I found myself at the front of a group of 5 or 6 people, in places 8 to something-teen. Most importantly I had a teammate (Steve) in the group! Steve and I pulled the group around, sitting up a bit in the open sections to see if anyone would come around. it stayed like this until the last lap. 
Early on, somebody fell right behind Steve on a rooty uphill section, blocking the entire trail. Being the gentlemen we are, Steve an I surged to get a gap. we had a pretty good thing going until I messed up on a rocky stream crossing and had to dismount and run. I then whacked Steve with my bike (I was not carrying it like a javelin) and slowed him down. The group caught back on, 7 riders strong. MASS payouts go down by 5 bucks a place, so there was like 30 bucks sitting in the group that I wanted to buy beer with. I was determined to win this group. 
I knew in the last section of swoopy trail (with little pedaling) I wasnt quite as fast as one or two fo the guys. I wanted to lead that section. All I had to do was get to the top of the steep climb first. Well in one of the fields an attack went off, I followed it, but lost my first wheel status. I then couldn't overtake the Scott rider (Zack Morrey) on the climb. We did get the group down to just 3 at this point setting up for the last few minutes of racing. 
Zack did a great job dismantling the last bit of swoopy trail. I struggled to hold his wheel and not hit a tree. After the rock garden, I was able to make a pass and surge by. I got a decent gap on my 2 chasers and was nearly certain I was safe. I kept waiting for the turn onto the finishing straight... which seemed to take its time in appearing. 
And then Ethan Frey closed the gap to me... not good. I was a little blown from the surge and had misjudged how much trail was left. I was going to have to sprint. Sprint. In a mountain bike race. After my initial panic, I remembered I race road bikes. "YOU GOT THIS". I sat up a little to recover, knowing I wouldn't be passed in the narrow trail. I picked the right gear, locked of my Lefty fork.. picked the smoothest line... set everything up perfectly...launched my sprint... and promptly got out sprinted. I wish I could say it was closer, but he got me pretty good. 9th place. Plenty of beer money.
Yep still there. http://marshcreektraditions.smugmug.com/Sports
Lauren... being still very new to mountain bikes, had a simple strategy. Go full roadie on everything she could pedal on, and not die by hitting any trees. Sounds kind of like what I do. Well it worked pretty well. She took the holeshot... and in the parts she couldn't pedal, only 1 girl ended up passing her, putting her second overall. 
Shredding the Gnar. http://delmarvaphoto.com/

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Hitting the Low Low Switch. (Lower Providence)


That title reference really has nothing to do with racing a crit but this gif is amusing none the less.

It up and down motion of the car actually does have a lot to do with my race though. 35 laps of 4 turns. 140 right turns. 140 sprints. Some mini, most not. ½ over 700w (that’s a lot of watts). 35 laps of yo-yoing on the back. Crits are hard. 

Going Slow: PC: Douglas DiBella

Going Fast: PC: Douglas DiBella

Game Notes:
There were fast people who don't have cube jobs in the race.
We went fast.
2 people fell down. One left in the fun wagon. 
We got neutralized for 27 minutes.
We went fast again.
I didn't get dropped.
My finish place started with a 5.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

THE Intergalactic MASS Relay Thinger with Mountain Bikes on Kuhn's In Law's Farm That Involves Logs and Is Awesome and Against All UCI Rules.

With a title like that, you don't even have to read any race reports you already know the deal! Funny part is my fake title is nearly as long as the actual name of the MASS relay, that by now nobody, Kuhn included really knows what the hell its called. 

Craig, Steve, and I were signed up for a 3 man team this year. We pre-rode the course together and quickly came to 2 conclusions.
1) It was fun. 
2) There absolutely nowhere to pass. 

About 20 minutes before the start we all changed the registration to the solo class and set out to ride 4 hours of the 2.8 mile log infested course... in a paceline... wearing skinsuits... with no tools... and like no food. #YOLO.
Things you never see: Craig taking a pull. aelandesphotography.com
This ended up being way, way more fun then we suspected. The "moment of regret" never really came. We rode around talking (at tempo) for 4 hours. Stopped every 4 laps or so... graciously accepted cookie handups from "Big Show". Heckled those who passed sketchy... that deserved its own section actually:

To all of you that passed a little kid, female racer, or hell group of 3 UCI license holders without announcing, leaving enough space, or worse, heckling an 11 year old girl... What the hell? Were you in a rush to get home to beat your dog or something? Did you think the Cannondale team had scouts there to sign you up if you went all Strava on that shit? Maybe you just hate your life and this is your outlet? I don't know, I do know one demographic over all overs made the most ridiculous errors of etiquette above any other. It wasn't a scientific study, but being out there for 15 laps, it was obvious. Old dudes, comon you are better than this... chill. /rant

Back to the fun stuff. Abe (aelandesphotography.com) was there taking pictures. My wife was busy learning all about gravity (maybe sometimes falling down), and the other Ciclismo team was turning some fine laps.

I give to you a comparison of myself... Steve... and finally, Craig.

Me leading a bit 
Aero Steve.
This is Craig. Notice he's still drafting. 
 The rest of the day was spent pulling very consistent laps (if you pull our rest stops out, our fastest lap and our slowest was only a 45 second difference. The only thing more persistent that our pace was our conversation. We never stopped annoying the living shit talking the entire day. 

Talking some.



Blue Steel
The start of the best section. Logs and bridges!

Sup Steve?

Thursday, March 28, 2013

West Virginia Training Camp

"Four years, and seven inches ago..." No, no, that's not a opening line from the yet to be released adult movie entitled "Boinking Lincoln", its just some nonsense joke that we cracked on one of the countless climbs in WV. 

Ciclismo revisited Raw Talent Ranch for the 4th straight year. I had one real goal related to watts and stuff:
1) Go up hill quickly. I feel as though I did this. We tackled all 3 popular approaches to the barn, the front side, back side and dirt hell death side. Watts were measured. VAM was calculated. All is well.

My other goals related to having fun. I did a few things to accomplish this.
1) RAP VIDEO IN THE BACK. Most times when I finished a pull on stretch, I would rotate to the back and act like I was in a rap video. It looked like this a lot. To supplement this I also rapped on the climbs, mostly to annoy Joey. #messingwithjoey
Busta, Bust
2) Wheelies. Everywhere. Not really good ones though, pedaling reduces your ability to get rad.
3) Not dying on descents, but also not being a biggity bitch. 
4) Jumping over a bonfire (on foot). One rider did jump through the fire...
5) Eat Ice cream

I think I did all of those things and more.
Judge Rye Rd Photo Jay Moglia

Recovery Ride

Ciclismo
Apple Orchard. Photo Jay Moglia

BONFIRE