Monday, November 15, 2010

Race Report Vint Hills & Luray



These two courses lacked the smooth flow of previous Mabra races & were reminiscent of Mt biking before suspension. The uneven surfaces made it challenging to keep a consistent cadence anywhere on the course. Hidden holes, rocks & other bulging or sunken grassy surprises injected periodic moments of terrifying laterally moving excitement into the entrance into or exit out-of turns.
Luray kindly included an entire downhill of off-camber switchbacks covered in a conveyor-belt of acorns, giving both wheels the freedom to roll simultaneously forward & sideways without technically sliding. With more vertical feet of climbing than all the previous local courses (seemingly combined), it was more of a pure power course. They both favored a "light" rider able to float over the saddle and keep a light grip on the handlebars (otherwise the ride turned into a pugilistic slug-fest featuring Saddle v Taint).
Vint hills put together a course with enough elevation & surface changes to keep if from feeling repetitive. The start was a long open double track runway onto a loose gravel section, through the hole-shot of two very steep, tight off-camber turns. Incredibly on an otherwise dusty dry course, they found a section of mud to suck any residual momentum leading into the misleadingly sustained uphill section. Even the series of 180-degree turns had enough topography changes to avoid feeling gratuitous. After commiserating with stronger output riders Rich & Sachanda, I think the course favored a mt biking background.
I rolled up late to the start of the 3/4 35+ race, and started penultimate to DFL. I chatted with Will Wong who, in his first season of CX, was also relegated to the back, one row ahead of me. I managed to survive through the middle of the pack in the hole shot but plaudits to Will, who I didn’t catch until late in the first lap. He was surfing comfortably within site of the top five riders. I hopped from the 5th wheel to the 4th wheel and finally to the two leaders without bringing anyone with me. I led through the final lap to keep the three of us ahead of the chasers. At the barriers, I relinquished the lead hoping to recover enough to snipe the sprint in end. I quickly remembered I was not a sprinter as they jostled for 1st & 2nd while I trailed in their wake for 3rd, happy with my best finish to date.
The next 3/4 race was a blur of survival with a side of puke-breath. I had no illusions of hanging onto the lead group in a race of chipper young guns. I was happy to give up a second row spot to a fresh team mate at the start and was happier to cross the finish line at the end sans a technicolor yawn.
Sundays race in Luray deviated from the Mabra category fields. With stand-alone cat 4 and cat 3 fields, I pre-empted my pending upgrade and jumped into the cat 3 race as the only NCVC representative. I had initial (ridiculous) aspirations of duplicating if not improving on my Vint Hills result. Because I suffer cat 4 delusions of cat 3 grandeur. The uphill start worked to my favor and I sat in on the third wheel through the relatively wide hole-shot. With over 500 ft of elevation gain/loss per lap on continuously uneven surfaces, the course failed to do me any more favors. I latched onto, only to slip off-of, every wheel that went past me like I was riding Vint hills in reverse. After several crashes, some chain suck, generally leg suck & a fight between my internal organs for who was going to push my stomach out of my face, I appropriately finished 3rd…from last: A finely balanced book-end to the weekend and likely my final race of the year. Kudos to teammate Kensinger who powered to 3rd in the cat 1-4 45+ & WWVC's sweep of both podium top spots in the 3 and 4 race.
A biggie shout-out to the posse that came with; an ever improving Dr. Team Z-Giles and especially Alison & Rev who managed to smile at the end of their first CX race ever. It wasn't Chamonix but it was sustained. Luckily we got some pre race parking lot barrier practice beforehand.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Fort Ritchie Criterium 2010

Cat 5 & Master Cat 5: First Criterium. Why not do two. Like Walkersville, the tempo seemed a bit lackadaisical. With a fellow team mate in a three man break, the pelaton seemed willing to let Andre, Chris, James and I dictate the pace. As the laps ticked by, the pace quickened but not by much. No one wanted to work until the last lap. I pulled through the penultimate lap and was in fairly good position for the final sprint. For 4th. Except that I don't have a sprint gear. Yet. Around the final turn I looked for something stout but only found lite beer in the tank. Still having fun.

Race 2: With a lot of solo and unattached riders, nobody wanted to do any work up front. James and I (& Paul-DC Velo) took turns early but I could feel the first race munching my resolve. Around one of the turns, I let myself get squeezed into the corner by a blur of a rider in green. I collided with the hay-bales stacked up in front of the stop sign. I caromed off, but stayed upright and out of any other riders' line, taking bits of hay with me sticking out of my kit. The last few laps I just hung on as we strung out the rest of the small field. I felt my quad-gerbils and hamstring-hamsters squeaking angrily when I tried to grind around the final turn. The sprint-gear fairy blessed everyone around me and I watched elbows and heels spin past me to the finish line. Even from 10th place this is serious fun.

Tour of Walkersville road race

Masters cat 5: Jittery and the coffee didn't help. The rolling start also didn't help. Mainly because I didn't know what a rolling start was. Halfway through the first loop we were not going fast enough to get away from my gastro butterflies. Like the hiccups, I didn't even notice when the see-saw physio-mental equilibrium reset and a faux-confidence settled into the spinning rhythm. Maybe it was the crash that started when a sketchy Evo rider on a cannondale swerved past me & I heard metal on metal as dominoes fell behind me.
I went in fully expecting to get smoked & unceremoniously pushed off the back of the train. I found my self near the front most of the race and even popped off the front on the "hilly" section when I tried to pull the pelaton through the blocking ABRT team. Their rider in the 3-man break was safely away. I assumed everyone was behind me only to peek back and see a 200 yard gap. There was no way I was going solo in my first race & I let my legs revert to a soft-pedal. Twenty minutes later, I was in the front again with a mile to go. I had no idea where the finish line might be so I just pulled until the surge. At the sprint I never even got out of the saddle. I swerved around an upside down face-plant sprinter who had been jockeying for 15th and I coasted across the finish. This is definitively fun.