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Crashes are chasing me

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

In Sunday’s post I wrote of the crash I witnessed on my Saturday morning ride. It seemed that crashes were chasing me all during that first group ride back. One of those crashes happened back in 2008.

I mentioned in that post a rider who was one of the stronger riders out on the Hour of Power that morning. He was a visitor from Pennsylvania participating in the ride for the first time. His name is Ben Fetterman and he is famous — or infamous — for his distinction of being one of only two riders to go over the wall during a crash at the Valley Preferred Cycling Center velodrome.

Ben Fetterman goes over the wall

Ben Fetterman goes over the wall - Photo © Anthony Skorochod

Ben, a promising track racer, was racing Pro-1-2 on the track at the time. Several riders brushed on the back stretch causing a collision which sent riders and their brake-less track bikes sliding across the ground. That is, all the riders but Ben. As you can see in the photo above, Ben went up on the railing — and then over.

He would have probably been okay except he landed at the base of the grandstands you see to the left of the picture. He slid on the concrete at the base and slammed into the support structure holding up the seats. The ground caused such a bad road rash that Ben said he spent more time in the burn center than he did with any other doctor. It must have been pretty bad rash because looking at his shin, it looks like he spent a good amount of time with the doctor on that one!

There was a huge scar running down the front of his leg. He said that he has very little feeling there. He also continues to battle back and neck pain. Still, it hasn’t kept him off the bike.

Fetterman currently races category 3 road and criterium races — no more track. He said it was a combination of physical limitations and nerves that keeps him off the track. He is currently trying to find his way back into competition. He looks good. He rides well. He is young.

We both agreed. It is just good to be able to go out and turn the pedals. The competitive urge isn’t gone, it just isn’t the most important thing about riding our bikes now days.

As for crashing? It actually isn’t something I dwell on while riding. Sure, after a near miss like Saturday it all comes washing back over me. A couple of times as I’ve found myself in a tight spot, I have felt the nerves grab hold. However, with each new hour on the bike the thoughts fade farther and farther from my mind.

I’m coming back. My top end power is back. My functional threshold is increasing. I’m building my endurance. Most of all, I am growing more and more mentally confident on two wheels. I’m outrunning the crash.

You made it!

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

9:15 in the morning I sat in a waiting room for Dr. Johnson to come and give me the verdict concerning the status of my broken neck. My emotions were mixed. I was really excited because I figured there was a 95% chance that he would say I could get back on the bike. On the other hand, that 5% seemed a little too large!

Dr. Johnson came in and with very little explanation just said, “Your X-rays look great. I don’t see any reason to not let you go.” I tried to keep my excitement in check and think rationally. I asked, “So, should I work to minimize any risk?” “Well, I wouldn’t go bungee jumping,” he replied, “but you are free to go back to doing things you used to do.” That would include riding a bike!

Forty-five minutes later, I was on the bike. When I climbed on board, I didn’t have a plan. First I just wanted to see if I could find the beautiful redhead who was riding with her sister-in-law around Cleveland Park. After a little time cruising around there I headed out on the Swamp Rabbit Trail.

Northern Greenville and Pickens County

The route of my first ride back! (Click for expanded map)

That is when I found them. We talked for a moment and my wife asked me, “So, are you going to head out to TR?” Well, yeah, that sounded like a plan. I would ride to the end of the trail and then come back home. We said our goodbyes and headed in opposite directions.

Before long, the end of the trail arrived. I was feeling pretty good! Well, why not just continue on to Marietta? It was only a few more miles down the road.

Hmmmm, after getting a double cheese burger at the Burger King there in Marietta I started to wonder what I would do next. It even crossed my mind to continue on to Caesar’s Head. That thought didn’t last long! However, I did want to expand my ride.

The answer was to head down 288 through Pumpkintown and on to the intersection of Highway 11. After checking for phone messages, I started on my way. About 38 miles into the ride, I started to feel my neck getting sore. Actually it wasn’t so much sore as just tired. My neck and shoulders started getting tired of holding my head up.

By that point I had to make a decision. I could keep going on to Highway 11 where I knew I would find a store to get some more water and fuel. I was closer to the Pumpkintown station, but I knew they only took cash. All I had was my debit card. So, I kept pushing.

What a welcome sight to see the store! I was out of fluids and the temperature had risen up to 91 degrees. The fact I was going to have to go back as far as I had come was starting to sink into my mind. I knew right then I was going to end up with nearly 70 miles in my legs by the time I got back home.

Only one thing to do… start turning the pedals. At 50 miles I was still on the wrong side of Marietta. I started breaking the ride down into segments. Rather than focus on the entire route, I just targeted the next waypoint and kept only that in my mind.

Once I got back on the Swamp Rabbit Trail, I knew I was going to make it. The closer I got to Greenville the more I started to weigh my options. I could stay on the trail and wind my way home or I could take to the road and take a more direct route. Good thing I did!

I got off the trail onto Pete Hollis. As I was climbing over the bridge above the railroad tracks my left leg seized up. I had cramps rolling through ALL the muscles in my leg. I kept saying to myself, “Relax and spin. Spin and relax.” I found a gear that got me into a cadence that offered some relief. By the time I made it back near Hincapie Sports I was back in shape, but I knew one wrong move and the cramps would return.

Finally, I rolled home. Later that Friday afternoon I drove over to Sunshine Cycle Shop. I spent some time talking to the guys, but I was pretty wiped out! Later when I stopped by the shop on my Saturday morning ride the guys expressed that they had been concerned for me. They said I was losing my voice and seemed a little disoriented. Can’t say I could argue with them!

The Saturday morning ride was much better. I headed out over Paris Mountain to check out the action of the morning’s Paris Mountain Time Trial. It was good to see all the cyclists once again — and feeling that I was a part of things. I even came back up the Furman side. I didn’t push it and reached the top in 17 minutes.

The Paris Mountain KOM line

This message was symbolic on several levels

Yes, I’ve made it. The doctor told me that he didn’t need to see me again. I’m clear and free! I am so thankful to be back. I’m looking forward to the road ahead. That is one KOM behind me.

A wonderful life – twice

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

Wow, it is a busy time! The blog has had to take a back seat. It isn’t that I don’t have things knocking around in my head that need to get out. It is just that I know how much time it would take to sit down and get it down on the keyboard. I never get around to it.

I am excited though. As I wrote in a tweet earlier today… “Wednesday… Thursday… ‘Ride-my-bike-day!’” Friday I should be able to ride my bike on the road again! It will be interesting to see what happens.

1) I have not exerted myself nearly to the point where I have in the past. Most of my trainer rides have been one hour spins. Recently they have had an average of 130 -140 watts with some efforts in there of 5 – 10 minutes at around 250 watts. The max wattage I’ve been hitting would be in the low 400’s. In other words, I’m starting to wonder if I might fall over on the side of the road if I attempt a ride of any distance.

2) Now that I am actually going to put the bike out on the road without the safety of my Cycleops trainer holding me up, I am starting to wonder how I’ll feel about that. Will I find that I’m nervous about staying upright? Will I freak out if I find myself in a tight spot? That would not be good. Confidence on the bike can be everything when it comes to handling.

3) What if I get out there and it is a big let down? I’ve been counting down the days for three months now. What if I get out there and the thought comes to my mind, “What did I ever find enjoyable about this?”

Friday morning I go in for more X-rays and I am 95% sure that Dr. Johnson is going to release me to be able to ride again. He will probably tell me that he doesn’t want me to race in a field where there would be a greater risk of crashing. However, I won’t be ready for that anyway.

My boss has given me the rest of the day off. My plan is to spend a good portion of that day out on my bike. I have no plans for a route. I think I will just go and explore some of my favorite places from my past times riding. Funny, even writing about it is somewhat emotional. The emotion doesn’t come because I will be back on my bike. It is there because of the realization that I was only a millimeter or so away from never being able to do those things again.

It is sobering… but liberating as well. The fact is, that didn’t happen. I refuse to live my life based on “what could have happened.” I have been given a wonderful life – twice. Everything from here is extra!

Stay tuned. I’m thinking of something interesting for Saturday, August 21. That is, if I get up the nerve!

The first kit pics

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Okay, I’m pretty excited about the new Low Cadence kits. So far the reviews have been positive — both from people wearing them and those who have only had a chance to see them online. They love the design by Chris Hartzler. A big thank you to Hincapie Sports for getting the design right and back to me in good time.

Here are the first two pictures of recipients of the riding gear.

Kirsten Dietz

Kirsten Dietz FINALLY gets her kit

This is Kirsten Dietz, she is a designer extraordinaire at The Worthwhile Company. She just started riding within the last year and is really starting to catch on. Now she has a cool outfit to go with her new clipless pedals! Plus, she can now stop bugging me about when the order will arrive.

The Things Three

Thing Three, Thing One, and Thing Two model their kits

This is the one I love. Yes, those are my offspring. Yes, that is my 5′ 6″ daughter who starts Junior High this year. Poor Thing Three is just a little small for his, but he’ll grow into it soon enough! Thing Two there looks like he is ready to turn pro! You can soon look for the whole Pait family out on the Swamp Rabbit Trail sporting our spiffy duds.

Oh, did I mention that there are only 8 more days before I’m “On the Road Again”?

Hard not to think about the bike

Monday, August 9th, 2010

Friday and Saturday, I spent time with my family at Stone Mountain Park in Georgia. I left the trainer at home, so there was no need to throw my bike up on the rack. That will change the next time I head down to the big rock.

It was somewhat of a surprise to find a number of riders on multiple lane roads that circumvent a large portion of the park. I stopped one rider to ask about the loop. He said that there was a five mile inner loop and a ten mile outer loop. He said it was easy to get a 20 mile ride in by combining the roads.

As I drove on and off of the park during the day, I continued to see a number of riders out. Saturday morning you could tell was made up of the regulars — probably a group ride. Later in the day I saw more riders on TT bikes and some others on recreational type hybrids. It gave me the urge to come back myself and give it a try some day.

Looking out over Atlanta

Looking over Atlanta and down Stone Mountain hiking trail

It wasn’t the road around the rock that interested me the most though. We rode the cable cars up to the top of the rock and once there I got a glimpse of the trail running down the mountain. My immediate thought was, “Wow, next time, I’ve got to hike this!” Then the next thought was, “Wow, wouldn’t it be cool to ride my mountain bike up this thing… and better yet, ride it back down!”

Of course, the very next thought was, “Yeah, right! No way are they going to allow me to bring my mountain bike up here.” Sure enough, the official word is, “No. Bicycles are not allowed on the walk-up trail or on any of the hiking trails. We do not have any mountain biking trails inside the Park.”

Well, they can’t keep me from dreaming…

A foreigner in a strange land

Friday, July 30th, 2010

I made it out to my first race since my accident. No, I didn’t ride a bike. Actually, I take that back, I did roll a little ways on Thing Three’s 24 inch mountain bike. Don’t tell my doctor! It was a different experience — kind of surreal.

It was obvious that things were going to be different. As we pulled up into the lot I saw all the cars and then I saw all the tan people putting their bikes together. I’m always kind of dark, but I knew right away that these guys had seen a lot more sun over the last couple of months.

Meeting some folks I haven’t seen in a while was the highlight of the night. It was a little awkward. It may seem strange because I put myself out in a public way with this blog, but really I’m a pretty shy person. It means a lot that people were concerned about me and how I am progressing, but I don’t really like talking about it.

The problem came with what to talk about after that. Time has passed me by. I was not up on all the action that has taken place in my absence. Relationships are built on shared experiences and I haven’t shared a lot with my cycling buddies in a while.

That was really evident when I approached my teammates. It was just before the Masters 35+ race. I was going to wish them well. As I got closer, I could feel it. It is that aura of testosterone. I never really noticed it before because up till now, I was part of the generator. Now it was obvious to me.

The strange thing was that it felt foreign. It was like I was looking at strangers. It was like I couldn’t relate with what they were thinking and experiencing at that moment.

It was fun to watch them roll off and the attraction to the strategic part of the process was reawakened. Watching the expressions on the faces as the field streamed by did cause me to pause… “Man, I don’t know if I could do that right now!” Fact is, I can’t! Once again that foreign feeling crept in.

It isn’t that I didn’t at one time know exactly how they felt. It isn’t that at one time I was not able to hang with them. It was just that at that moment, it seemed a different world. It brought back experiences of what seemed like far distant past. It aroused questions of what it will take to experience them again.

Thanks to everybody who welcomed me back. This post isn’t to give the impression folks didn’t welcome me back. It is just that something inside of me was disconnected. Maybe it boils down to the fact that part of your identity at a race is your bike. Last night, I didn’t have one.

Good news. Bad news. No brace. No bike.

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Dr. Johnson walked into the room and immediately said, “Well, the x-rays look great!” My heart leaped. That was what I wanted to hear. Now there was only one more thing I wanted him to say… “You can get back on the bike.”

Actually, the best I was hoping for is that he wouldn’t say anything about the bike. I knew from earlier conversations that I wouldn’t be getting an enthusiastic endorsement of the idea of riding again. However, if he didn’t mention the bike, then I wouldn’t feel guilty about riding it.

It was not to be. “I guess you haven’t been riding the bike,” he said. “It wouldn’t be very comfortable with that brace.” He continued as I wanted to plug my ears, “I wouldn’t want you to get back on the bike for another month.” My heart sank. “We’ll get you back in here in August and take some final x-rays and we’ll be able to let you go then.”

August 22. That is the day that I should be able to take the bike back on the road. That gives me less than one month to get some long rides in for the 2010 Ride for Mike.

I have mixed emotions. I’m very grateful to be out of the brace. I’m disappointed that I have to wait that long to be cleared to ride.

The deal with the neck is that I am healing very nicely. The bones are fusing and for the most part I don’t have to worry about damaging them. The issue is that the neurosurgeon does not want me to put the process in any risk until the fractures begin to form a calcified layer. He anticipates that to be underway by our next appointment. Even then the bones will not be “completely” healed. That won’t happen until probably November.

Does this mean that things have to stop? No. I remember that I did the majority of my winter training on the stationary trainer. I came out of that in pretty good shape. I’m just going to have to get back on it and do it. The doc had no problems with me doing that.

Thing is, I should have stayed on the trainer back when I started the Tour De Basement. Had I done that, I would be well along. The problem is that I just lost the desire. One of the reasons was because I had it in my mind that I would soon be back on the road and that once there I would be able to catch back up. “Ah, I don’t have to do the trainer,” I said to myself. “I’ll be able to get back in shape in two months.”

Well, I have two months to get in shape. One of those is going to have to be on the trainer. That is the bad news. The good news? I won’t have to be wearing a neck brace. The best news? I will ride again and will be back 100%. I realize that not everyone who has broken their necks can say the same.

Suddenly, that trainer doesn’t look so bad.

End of a road to start a new one

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Today at 2:10 PM, I’ll go to visit my neurosurgeon, Dr. Johnson. I have every reason to believe that he will tell me that I no longer have to wear my neck brace. Since my hand cast came off a couple weeks ago, that would mean that today the visible reminders of my May 22 accident will be gone. For months I have looked forward to this day, but this morning I realize that while it is an end of one part of my recovery, it is the beginning of another.

I’ll confess. I have cheated. I didn’t wear my brace a whole lot while on vacation last week.

I knew that when the neck brace came off it would be pretty painful. While the bones have healed nicely, I still have had a bit of neck trauma from the accident coupled with weeks of immobility. The bottom line is the muscles in my neck are a wreck.

The hope was that by taking the brace off a bit more last week, I could get a head start on the recovery. I knew that the bones were healed because we had originally scheduled my appointment during that week. Had I not been on vacation I could have removed it then.

Whew, when I first went several hours without it, I realized that just getting the brace off didn’t mean I was healed! The tendons in my neck were like hard rubber. Used to be it was the brace keeping me from turning my head right and left. Without the brace, it was the muscles.

By the end of the time without the brace, I had a headache and I was physically tired from holding my head up. It is kind of a weird feeling. You typically don’t think about your head. It is just there. However, when you go through a neck injury like this, you get reintroduced to the weight of your noggin.

Now for the good news. I have seen progress. If I can keep reminding myself to relax, I have found I can go longer and longer without the brace. I think I have gotten a weeks head start on recovery. I need it… the 2010 Ride for Mike is less than two months away!

My ace in the hole is Dr. Mruz of Eastside Chiropractic. At the beginning of this season I had quite a few issues due to a pretty bad crash at the end of last season compounded by overdoing it on the Challenge to Conquer Cancer ride that October. Dave took me on as a special project and he is one of the reasons why I was able to see such success during the first part of this season.

He is determined to get me moving again. He is going to be an important team member for a successful event this September. It all starts today once I leave the neurosurgeon. I’ll then head over to Eastside Chiropractic and start the road to strength.

It is a road I’m ready to ride up!

Life catches up to you

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

Funny, life is often like a closet. You organize it to clear up some space and then before you know it you find that it is filled up with more stuff. Unfortunately, that has been happening to me and the bike.

My closet got cleaned when I had my accident that took me off the bike. It certainly wasn’t that I wanted to empty that part of the closet! Still, for a couple of weeks that space was a vacuum waiting to get filled.

I did get back on the trainer and the first week of the Tour De France put in about 7 hours of trainer time. Then LIFE hit me and the vacuum of the empty spaces started to pull in other fillers. The bike — my Tour De Basement — suffered because of it.

On a positive side, I needed to devote more time to some areas of my life. I’m in a time of transition at work. There are also changes taking place at The Worthwhile Company. Of course, there are always more opportunities to spend time with your family.

All those things have pulled me away from the bike. In some ways, it has been a reality check. When I step back and look at it honestly, I have to accept the fact that the bike was probably taking a little too much space in my closet. I realize that not only did it take away from the time I have to spend with other important things, it also saps the amount of energy and motivation I have to devote to those things.

Now, this isn’t an announcement that I am giving up the bike! Oh no. I miss the bike and I can’t wait to get back onto it. However, I do believe I am much wiser in how I’ll approach the bike when I get back on. The bike needs to enhance all aspects of my life — not take away from those areas.

Basically, what this means is that I am going to have to have more realistic goals concerning my competitive nature. To this point, I have been driven to always be at the front. That is why I was so pumped to be at the front in the Category 4 peloton. However, I also understand the devotion it took to get there!

As I have now moved up into the Category 3 field — and more than that, the 35+ Masters field — I understand what it will take to move up into the upper ranks of that group. Do I doubt that I could do it? Absolutely not. Do I think that it would be best for me to give that amount of devotion to the sport to get there? The answer is no.

My approach must be that I will be as competitive as I can be with the time I am able to give. That means I may end up being field fodder at times. It means I will be a worker bee and not a podium finisher. The competition will have to be within myself. More than that, the objective (at my age and status in life) needs to be focused more on having fun and staying in shape than on winning races and moving into a new, tougher category.

We’ll see how that works out. I’m a competitive person and I do love riding my bike. We’ll see how long my closet will keep the new arrangement!

The demon bike

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

Back when I started riding mountain bikes I used to be one of those people who named their bikes. Sometimes they got the name of the brand. For instance, there was “The Huffy“, but normally they got a descriptive name like “The Tank” or “The Green Monster“.  By the time I got my Pro Flex 755 I got past the habit of naming my machines. Well, today I’d like to resurrect that process and introduce to you… The Demon Bike.

2009 Giant TCR Advanced

The bike as I like to remember it

As with many things evil, The Demon Bike was a work of beauty and I had to sacrifice to get it. I sold my Specialized Tarmac Pro and my back up bike, a Specialized Allez. It gave every reason for me to believe it would be a great relationship. I used the bike nearly through the entire 2009 race season.

The first crack in the frame

The first crack in our relationship

Now as I think back, that year was a very rough one. I went down several times – not all of them on the black Giant (what I took to calling it later when I replaced it with a white Giant). The ultimate fall came at the 2009 SC State Road Racing Championship. I was taken out by another rider and ended up pretty beat up. The Giant was beat up more with the top tube cracked right through (see the above image).

I thought the bike was gone. I even replaced it with my current bike — a white 2010 Giant TCR Advanced. Perhaps it should have stayed that way. However, I learned that the frame could be repaired. Seeing how I missed having a back-up bike, I thought it might be a good idea to spend the several hundred dollars to get the bike back in my stable. I did and was impressed with the results.

That brings us to the end of the story. I used the bike for several events and for setting up a test of the iBike powermeter. Then I got some really fly Boyd wheels that just set the black frame off perfectly. I found myself drawn to ride the black Giant more and more.

So it was that loaded up the bike configured as you see it in the first photo above. I planned to race it for the first time since bringing it back on the road. Perhaps I never should have. Just several hours after the above picture was taken the bike looked like this.

The aftermath

The aftermath of the final crash

Notice the head tube and front fork. The bike broke above and below the head tube. That is a lot of force folks! Actually, since this incident, I’ve learned the regional Giant rep is taking a picture of the bike around with him. In his words, “That is pretty impressive!”

Closer shot of the damage

Notice the front fork and wheel

It is funny, I raced most of my 2010 season on the white Giant. I had some close calls as you always will in a Category 4 race, but I never went down. Life was good! Multiple podium finishes had me upgraded to Category 3 and the sky seemed to be the limit.

Then In my first race back on the black Giant — and my first as a Category 3 racer — I had the hardest crash of my life! I’m now out for the season. Wow, even if I could repair that bike frame (not only was the headset and front fork damaged, the head tube was also crushed), I don’t think I would do it! It is time to put The Demon Bike away!

Now, this post is tongue in cheek. I don’t really believe that a bike can contain some type of evil energy that would cause me to wreck. I would more prefer to think that God allowed me to wreck on the black frame so I wouldn’t ruin my white one!

It is just kind of funny how that when I first put the two bikes — a white one and black one — together I joked that they were like the two angels on your shoulders. The black one was the bad angel and the white one the good. I just find it ironic that the joke seemed to be true!