Posts Tagged ‘Cycling’

Nope, I don’t dope

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

How long has doping been a matter of discussion among fans of cycling? I bet you could go back a hundred years and find the topic whispered about. The substances and methods may have been different, but you would probably find a racer doing something to deaden the pain and keep pushing his body. Thing is, this is nothing new to us. It is interesting to hear the responses to the recent 60 Minutes story from people who don’t follow the sport.

“You’re a cyclist,” I’ve been joked at more than once in the last week. Then comes the punchline, “Have any EPO?” Granted, this is often followed up by a serious desire to understand a bit more about the news from a fan perspective. Still, it shows how these few minutes of air time can taint the whole sport.

Some of these same people who live in Greenville will follow up asking if the Upstate cycling community is “devastated” at the report that George Hincapie had given testimony that he doped with Armstrong during the US Postal days. How do you answer that question? Whether Hincapie doped or not is not a point of devastation or elation. At the same time the whole story of doping is a long and complex one that, frankly, does not lend itself to black and white answers.

Is doping wrong. You betcha. However, do I sit here and throw anyone who has ever doped under the bus? I don’t.

I think of the Civil Rights era. We are quick to pass judgement on the people who followed the mainstream of their culture in supporting the inequalities of segregation. We declare, “If I was living during that time, I wouldn’t have done that!” You wouldn’t? Don’t be so sure until you have been born into that culture with all the experiences around you reinforcing those beliefs.

What would I have done back in the 80′s or 90′s if I was given the chance to ride with a pro team — and even in the Tour de France? What would I have done if my livelihood depended on my success on the bike? What would I have done with absolutely no support system to ride clean? I would like to think that I would turn and walk away from the opportunity/temptation. However, would I? Would you?

Frankly, I am more interested in now than then. The “movement” toward clean cycling as an organized effort is a more recent phenomena. It is now the mantra of several pro teams — “We’re clean and we are evangelists for the cause.” Garmin and Highroad are two examples. A doper is bad enough. A hypocritical doper is even more of an insult.

I guess I do have it in me to forgive a doper. My line for doing so is somewhere before the doper is silent and where he becomes a hypocrite. There is no patience in my mind for someone who declares he is clean and speaks out in support of a clean sport while all the time he is using performance doping.

Characters from a doper's nightmares

Remember when you were a kid and you were hanging with your buddies doing something you knew you shouldn’t? At some point it dawned on you that if your mom and dad found out about it, you would be toast! The peer pressure might even cause you to continue for a time, but at some point your fear overcomes your seared conscience. “Guys, I’m leaving,” you say looking over your shoulder, “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

You don’t just run out the door to the principal’s office either. While you stopped smoking in the boys room, it doesn’t mean you are ready to volunteer to declare your guilt from the past. As a matter of fact, should those guys ever get caught in the act, you will feel your heart racing hoping you won’t be put in the place to answer for your past actions with a straight “yes” or “no.”

I hope we are starting to get to that point in professional cycling. There very well could be racers who doped in the past. The question for me is are they still hanging out in the school bathroom sharing a cigarette.

Help me beat the bikers

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011

Cycling is a sport of beauty. The succinct sounds of a lone man meshing with his machine along a quiet road heightens the senses. When the peloton takes to the pave, the flow of dozens of cyclists moving as one organism through the beauty of the countryside is a ballet of sport.

Motorcycles are brash and noisy. The machine is merely a tool instead of an extension of the human experience. Fuel-burning, expensive, and dangerous these two-wheeled vehicles are the results of the industrial age. Rather than beauty, they elicit visions of smoke stacks.

“Where are you going with this, Pait?”

Okay, actually, I like motorcycles. It is a different experience than a bicycle, but the two forms of movement certainly share some common traits. For instance, people who use these two forms of transportation are often called “Bikers.”

Introducing… Bikers vs. Bikers.

Biker versus Biker

Dan Wooster squares off with Jonathan Pait

I’m taking part in a fundraiser for a capital campaign for the dining facility at the University where I work. I’ve done this the last two years. Basically, we get people to sponsor us for a flat fee or per mile. We then meet on the back campus and participate in a 5 hour criterium.

Last year, a new endeavor started up. It is a motorcycle club based from the campus. They formed a fundraiser charity ride that leaves from the campus. They too are raising funds for the capital campaign.

This year, we are having a friendly competition — Bikers vs. Bikers — to see who can raise the most money. We’re having a little bit of fun with the promotion of the events. The poster above is an example. That is me – the cyclist – and my business partner, Dan Wooster — the motorcyclist.

Now, you can believe that we cyclists are having to work much harder for the funds we are raising! Those guys on the motorcycles are just out enjoying a tour around the countryside. The hearty few of us on the bicycles deserve your support as we put sweat (and possibly blood) into our effort!

Help me beat those bikers! My 10-year old son, Jonathan Jr., will be joining me in the battle. It would be a great experience for him if you would sponsor him for a few dollars. All you have to do is go to bjutheride.org and fill out the form. There is a drop down list for the participating riders. Just choose Jonathan Pait, Jr. from that list.

I’ll keep you up-to-date on our progress. Oh, if — and I can’t imagine why you would — you want to give to the “other” bikers, you will find their site at bojomo.org. Either way, come have a little fun with us.

Why I like and dislike mountain biking

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Tuesday night my coach gave me the workout instructions to go ride my mountain bike for an hour and a half. I don’t know exactly how long it has been since I have ridden the Giant Trance. It must have been sometime late last fall. The trail was calling, but exactly what it was saying I wasn’t so sure.

The ride is now history and I am reminded of why I like (love would be too strong) and dislike (hate would be too strong) mountain biking. Now, before my knobby tire loving friends cry foul, let me explain. Rest assured that the like is stronger than the dislike.

It was the mountain bike that got me interested in riding again as an adult. I won’t tell the story again, but the short of it is that I attempted to take a Huffy bike from Walmart out on an actual trail. I ended up leaving part of me out there and pretty much crushed the bike.

That was when I met the guys as Sunshine Cycle Shop. They convinced me that if I wanted to ride that kind of trail, I needed a bike that could handle it. They set up up with a solid hard tail and invited me on some of their group rides.

The above photo shows some of the first trail I remember seeing back in those days. Back then, mountain bikers weren’t that welcome in the park. We used to park along a public road that ran along the back of the park and then sneak in to ride the trails. As a novice, it was an experience in horror! These guys would go bombing through those trails and I just knew I was going to die wrapped around some tree!

I much rather enjoyed riding by myself. It meant I didn’t have to keep up with faster riders and I didn’t have to expose myself as a wimp scared to ride over this or that obstacle. For a lot of mountain bike riders, they love to go downhill. Me? I prefer to see if I can climb the trails they love to “bomb.”

The trails gave me both aspects of the experience. I was loving it as my heart pounded and my legs screamed as I climbed the roots up the trail. Then I found my heart in my mouth as I bounced down those same roots and found myself trying to keep my rear wheel from deciding to beat the front one down to the bottom. A daredevil I am not.

What I enjoyed more than climbing and much more than descending was swooping my way along the sections of the trail that were well groomed and didn’t make my hands itch because of the vibration from the rocks. There was enough of that type of trail to put a big grin on my face. Yeah, I was loving that part.

All too soon I saw the sun dip below a nearby ridge. It was time to get back. Once the light began to fade I would lose my sense of depth and on a root invested stair drop that could be dangerous.

I returned home to find the family just about ready to sit down for dinner. It reminded me of another reason why I stopped riding the mountain bike. Time is very valuable. The issue with the mountain bike is that it takes more time to get to a place where you can actually ride. The road bike allows me to get a workout in the same amount of ride time, but without the time spent getting to the trails.

I’m sure I’ll be spending some more time on the mountain bike this fall. Maybe I’ll even find myself going back into my past and hooking up with a group ride. I’m sure I will want to get in a couple of night rides.

As I was riding out of the Fire Road Trail, I came upon a group of 15 or so riders. I recognized the faces of almost everyone of them — a number were my teammates. This morning I learned one of those riders had a pretty hard fall.

It again brought to mind those first days hanging on for dear life behind the Sunshine boys. Wow, a lot has changed since then… and a lot remains the same.

Isn’t the season over yet?

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

There are at least two races left on my calendar for the year.  Unfortunately, I’ll miss the September 24th POA event.  I should be there for the POA Fall Extravaganza as well as the Downtown Greenville Cycling Classic which is coming up during the Fall for Greenville festivities.  I know there are a few opportunities ahead, but my mind and body seems to have already closed down for the season.

Probably a lot of that has to do with the days starting to get shorter and the kids getting into their school schedules.  The fact that I was off the bike for a week and then the trouble with my knees also threw me off my rhythm.  It is as though I need to fade back in the pack for a bit and recover.

I think another part of it is I am a little gun shy.  With the crash in the State Road Race Championship, I don’t want to go through another one of those this year.  If I don’t race, then the chances of something like that happening are much less.

The funny thing is that one of my biggest tests of the year will be coming up once the racing is done.  October 18th is the beginning of this year’s RideForMike.com event – the Challenge to Conquer Cancer ride from Greenville to Austin.  I’ll be putting more miles in on the bike that week than I have put in during a month year to date!

So, I’m saying all this to give you a warning that my Twitter account may grow silent for a bit and this blog may not have as many posts as you might be used to seeing here.  Then again, I may go out on my Thursday night ride to find that my knees have no pain and that my fitness is still there.  Sometimes all it takes to get you back going is a good ride.

Guess I’ll just take it day by day.  Thanks for joining me for the ride so far.

Getting buzzed – by a car, that is

Monday, August 24th, 2009

One thing I did not mention in the account of Saturday’s ride was the buzzing we received from a driver in an El Camino.  The event got me to thinking about the recent escalation of rhetoric from both cyclists and drivers. I realize there are some issues, but we really have it better than we sometimes think.

We had just turned onto a road after stopping at a stop sign to let some traffic by.  After turning right we began to sort into a double line.  Then came the simultaneous calls of “Car Back!” and “Car Up!”.  In our group ride, that means everyone is to move into a single file line.

The majority of us had managed to get in the line but a couple of riders were still finding their gap when the car behind us throttled it and came flying around us.  I could feel the draft from off the car as he came around.  He reached the middle of our group just as the car coming toward us met him.  It was a narrow squeeze!

An interesting perspective from a French rider who has joined us for several rides.  He came up beside me.  “Ah, one thing I am not used to in America is how slow the cars go.”  He indicated that he meant the cars coming around riders.  “In France…” he gestured emphatically at the El Camino speeding off into the distance, “that is France!”  Maybe we Greenville riders have it better than we think we do.

Frankly, I prefer the guy who comes around fast to the car that just sits back there and you keep wondering if he will ever come around.  Different people respond in different ways.  It has been my experience that the vast majority of drivers and cyclists do try to coexist.  There are those drivers who are mad at everyone – cyclists included.  There are also those cyclists who ride with a chip on their shoulders.  It is that minority that typically frames the debate.

We could live in Iowa where there are efforts from some citizens to ban riders from the rural roads.  I don’t believe it will happen, but it does show that there are people out there willing to take action to attempt to free the roads of cyclists.  At least for us it is merely complaining on the editorial page of The Greenville News.

Now this week we will find the roads even more active with cyclists.  With the USA Cycling Professional Road Race Championship coming up this weekend, the roads around Paris Mountain will swell with cycling enthusiasts and and professional teams.  While the word has been spread, I’m sure there will be many drivers who will find it a surprise.

For a few hours the cyclists have the road

For a few hours the cyclists have the road

I’m not here to preach at everyone about how we should treat each other.  Personally, I think there will always be an uneasy relationship between cyclists and drivers – just as there are for drivers and bikers.  However we do it, we’re going to have to learn to live together on roads.

What is wrong with me?

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Before I jump into today’s post let me remind everyone here in Greenville that while you’re eating lunch, Bryant Young will be starting off on his individual time trial out in Bend, Oregon.  He has been keeping us informed of his attempt to earn a spot for the Para-Cycling World Championships at his website Amputeeinaction.org.  His start time is 9:35 out on the west coast. Give out a cheer for him!

Now, about last night… It was a fun race and yet a discouraging one.  It was great to see my teammate Matt Tebbetts fight it out with the winner and take a well-deserved second place.  It was discouraging because I actually saw him cross the line as I was being lapped.

The race started with me feeling pretty neutral. I had only ridden once since Saturday and that was an easy ride with my son. The reason for that was out of concern that I was worn out.  I have not been riding well lately and I hoped maybe that was the fix.

I got started a little toward the back of the field of 37 riders and it took me a number of laps on the .47 mile course to work my way toward the front.  So far so good.  It would have been better had I not needed to work that extra bit, but here I was in the first quarter of the race in a good position.

Blair was going prime crazy – he called a prime on the very first lap of the night.  Kirk Flinte decided that it was the night to rack up on all the goodies. He worked for most of the first half of the race winning them from out of a three rider break that dangled about 8 or so seconds off the front of the field.

For a portion of that I had a good view because I was pacing the chasing field.  I figured they would be coming back, so I didn’t push very hard.  I just felt more comfortable going through the corners when I was on the front.  Looking back, that might have been one of the things that got me later in the evening.

The reason why is because it was very windy.  The headwind was pretty strong and being on the front allowed me to get the full brunt of it.  The wind seemed to be the worst right as you were finishing the climb into the turn at the start/finish line.

Then I did something else not so smart. Just as we were catching Kirk, Blair called for another prime.  I saw that there was just a small gap between us, so I decided to make sure Kirk earned this one.  I attacked out of the group and put a little pressure on him.  He still won it as we crossed the line with my wheel about at his pedals.  There was some more energy needlessly burned.

Things got fun when three other riders went off the front.  One of them was my teammate Matt Tebbetts.  I could tell from the make up of the riders that though it was a small group, it could be one to stick.  I started backing off and simply covered the front of the field.

Just as I was getting a little tired, Billy came up and took over the duty of controlling the front of the field.  Luis was there as well.  We alternated several times in the last third of the race.  It was cool to watch Matt and his group get farther away as we worked to control the pace.

I did feel sorry for the GlobalBike guys.  They are a strong team and you could tell that most of the riders were expecting them to do all the work.  Two of them moved to the front to try to get something going and I moved onto their wheels.  They gave it a valiant effort for several laps, but I would not pull through — no one else would either. Finally, they backed off.

Billy came back to the front and I went back. Then someone up front (maybe the GlobalBike boys again) ratcheted it up again.  We were nearing the last eight or so laps.  Then it hit me.  I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t mean that I was gasping for air and about to die.  I mean that I couldn’t seem to pull enough air into my lungs.  It was as though my diaphragm had tightened up and wouldn’t allow my lungs to fill.  My mid-section felt as though it was starting to cramp.

Perhaps it was the heavy, hot, humid air.  Whatever the case, my legs were feeling pretty good, but without being able to breathe I could not keep up the energy.  I slid toward the back.  I was trying to gulp in air and not get dropped.  It wasn’t working.

One time just as I was losing contact, Paul Mills came around (he was doing some warm up laps) and pushed me from behind.  It got me onto the rear again and I managed to stay there for a couple more laps.  Then things just shut down and with about three laps to go my motor just quit.

I got lapped two times before the race ended. I tried to help Matt out even then by calling out split times and cheering him on as he came by.  I took comfort in the fact that I had helped build those time gaps. It just was disappointing that I was unable to finish in the field.

There is something wrong.  I just don’t have it anymore.  Earlier in the year I was doing much better.  My first race was a fourth place finish.  The first POA Summer Series crits had me finishing 11th and 13th – in contention.  However, now I seem to be croaking at the end of every competitive ride I try.  Even the Saturday morning Hour Of Power rides have me sucking wind by the end.

Do I need to ride more? I don’t think it is that I need to ride less. Is it just that I need to make better use of the time that I do ride?  It is true that I race to ride, but I hate losing.  More than that, I hate not being in a position to win even if I don’t finish first.

Someday I will do a time trial

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

This evening was earmarked for the Greenville Spinners Time Trial at Donaldson Center.  Word is it is a fun evening of opportunities for both serious and beginner time trial riders to complete the race of truth.  At least, that is what I hear.  I’ve never been able to make it to one.

That was going to change tonight.  However, my accident Tuesday night has left me without a bike and with a very sore neck and back.  I tried tucking in a aerodynamic position and my head let me know that it just wasn’t going to happen.  It hurts too much to hold my head up.

If you get a chance to get out there, do it.  The time trials are held at the same location as the Tuesday night rides.  However, the TT course sends riders out in the opposite direction on Perimeter Road.  You go out 5 miles and then turn around to come back.

Your time will be compared with other riders at your skill level.  There is a Pro/1/2/3 group, a Cat 4/5 group, as well as groups for Masters 50+, Women, Juniors, and a Merckx division.  That last one is where I probably would end up.  I don’t have any aerodynamic gear or a TT specific bike.  In the Merckx division, none of that stuff is allowed.

I’m sure it will be fun for all.  You do have to be a member of the Spinners to compete.  Not a Spinner?  Why not? Membership is $25 dollars.  You can have the benefits of membership, support cycling in the Upstate, and have access to tonight’s TT as well as the final one of the year on August 6th.

Hopefully, nothing will come up to keep me away from that one!

Am I ever thankful for my helmet!

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

I’m writing this late Tuesday evening because I’m not certain if I’ll be able to get out of the bed in the morning.

Things started out very well. After arriving at Donaldson Center for the Tuesday Night World Championships, I met up with some of my teammates. A group of them were about to go out on the country route. This is a route that does not follow the normal Perimeter Road circuit. They called to me to join them.

I started to follow, but then remembered that Reece was in the house and I was feeling pretty good. It would be very hard to pass up mixing it up in the A Group tonight. Finally, I decided to turn around and head back to the main group. Part of me is glad I did. Another part of me wishes I hadn’t.

Several of us POA guys were on the front to begin. I figured that if we were up there, we could pedal as slow as we wanted! That didn’t last long as some others came around and picked up the pace. By the time we were over the railroad tracks and headed for the start/finish there was an organized move to get away.

I worked to help bring that group back after a short time and tried to stay up near the front of any chase group. Most times one of my guys – normally Randy or Reece would be up in the break. As soon as one break would get caught another POA rider would attack with the next group to go off the front. During the evening, I only went off on one of those.

The rest of the time I was sitting on riders who were trying to chase back my teammates. It was in the process of this that I learned something about cycling I did not know. It was a good thing to file away for the future.

I have learned that when you have a teammate up the road, you don’t do anything to help close the gap. At the same time, you have to be aware of riders who are dangerous to your teammate. Say, if a Spinx guy starts to bridge across and he already has a Spinx rider up in the break, you don’t want him to get up there and turn the odds in their favor.

You handle this by not working with him as he attempts to bridge over. You also want to be in position so that if he does manage to bridge over, you are there to help even the odds. There really aren’t any written rules about this, but there are some unspoken rules of etiquette. That is what I learned tonight.

I had Hank up in a break about halfway around the circuit. A Barley rider and Steve Baker (Hincapie) were working hard to get across the gap. I was not wanting to help in any way. However, I knew if either of them made it up there, I would need to be there to help Hank. So, I sat on them.

This was the right tactic. However, I what I didn’t realize was I was violating the unspoken rule of etiquette. I was getting in the middle of their rotation. As the Barley rider came by me once he yelled, “Pull through! Don’t be afraid of the wind!” I yelled back, “I’m not going to help you pull my man back.” I wanted to come back with the fact that I had already done my time in the wind. “Well, if you are going to sit on then at least go back and sit on fifth,” he replied.

Here is were race awareness comes to play. As far as I knew, it was only the three of us. They were the only two I was aware of around me. I didn’t realize there was a fifth rider! Even if it was only the three of us, I should have hung back in third place and let them know I wasn’t going to help them.

Hey, I’m still learning. One thing is for sure, I don’t want to be one of those guys no one wants to ride around because he is either dangerous or a jerk. I learned a lesson and I’ll try to follow it next time. I do have to add though that I won’t be intimidated.

Speaking of being a dangerous rider. On the fifth lap I slipped back a bit as I had Hank, Matt, and Reece up ahead of me. I was tired from covering all those moves through the race. However, I was satisfied that my team had good numbers. I got on the tail end of a string of riders to recover some for the last lap. Unfortunately, I realized too late and I had latched onto a slowing group!

A gap formed and I tried to come around and catch them. Soon I was stuck in no-mans land with one other rider. I don’t know who she was, but she was stout! The two of us kept digging to see what might happen. I kept hoping that the group might slow as a break will sometimes do when it is larger.

As we went through the dip at the bottom of the hill leading up to the start/finish I could see the group nearing the top. I decided to just put my head down and put out a good cadence and if I had them in sight as we began the final lap, I would give it one more push. I started off taking the lead.

As we began the climb, I heard the rider following me let out a gasp of air. It distracted me for a moment and I started thinking that soon, I might be all alone. I looked down at my computer to see if I was to far into the red zone. It was at that moment I heard her say, “Watch ou…!” She didn’t even get the “out” out when I slammed into a cyclist in front of me.

I was going 20 mph at the moment I hit him. My wheel rode up the left side of his rear wheel. It flipped my bike up over it and I was slammed down on my right shoulder. My head followed and I felt the pain in my neck as it whipped to the ground and my head bounced off the asphalt. For a moment everything was spinning, but I never blacked out.

Before long there were riders around me. They asked me if I was okay. I told them to grab my leg. The only thing that was hurting right at that moment was my right calf that was seizing with a cramp! We got that under control and I stood. Wow! No blood. I think the reason why is because I didn’t slide at all. It was just a body slam into the pavement.

My helmet was busted in the back. Looking inside, I could see where the material had a crack across the inside. My jersey was just a little roughed up on the right shoulder. My left brake lever was broken – though the shifter still worked. Only thing I can figure is when I went down, I grabbed the shifter and broke it. Besides that the bar was askew. I’m really hoping my steer tube was not bent. As for the carbon frame and fork? Not a bit of damage. Not even a scratch. I was amazed.

I apologized to the guy I ran into and helped him make sure his bike was okay. Again, amazingly, it was just fine. Most thankfully, so was he!

Another lesson learned. No matter how hard you are digging. Don’t assume you know what is happening ahead of you. Always look out at least 10 feet in front. What happened to me was I looked up and saw the group. What I didn’t realize was that it was made up of two groups – the A Group breakaway and some C Group riders returning from the country route. I took off after the faster group and didn’t look up again thinking they were the only ones ahead of me. I found out otherwise.

I made my way to my car and just sat on the back staring at the ground. I felt like I had been beat up and I was very embarrassed by my accident. I was about to mist up, I felt so bad. Then Reece came by and told me that the POA guys had pulled off the win! There were enough guys up front to help get Reece to the line.

What is it they say? All’s well the ends well.

Good night.

Cavendish is the exclamation point

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

Yesterday I stopped in to check on my friends over at Sunshine Cycle Shop. My teammate Billy White was also there. Somehow the conversation turned to racing… imagine that.

One person (who will remain nameless to save him embarrassment) said, “I’m tired of seeing Mark Cavendish win.” We all looked at him in silence. “He just sits on his teammates’ wheels and then comes around to win at the end.”

This lead to a discussion about other sprinters. We kept pestering him to tell us of another sprinter on a major team who works on the front. The conversation got me to thinking more about the team aspect of racing and sent me to YouTube to find the finish of Stage 3 of the Tour de Suisse.

My conclusion? Team Columbia-Highroad is a well conjugated sentence concluding with Mark Cavendish as the exclamation point. Cav works. He does exactly what the team hired him to do. So do all the other riders in yellow. The reason the Boy Racer wins so much is because they all do their jobs better than anyone else.

This video is a thing of beauty and it isn’t even the best example of Columbia’s lead out. Regardless, the sentence that is the Columbia composition is not prose. It is poetry.

I love watching Cavendish after a sprint finish. He knows that cycling is a team sport. As soon as he gets slowed, you see him do a U-turn. He isn’t looking for the podium girls. His eyes are only for the guys that brought him to the line. I’m reminded of the quarterback or running back in a football game to seeks out the unheralded lineman who made the play possible.

Did you see him hiding behind Hincapie in the video? Suddenly he squirts from behind that big hole in the wind and seems to reach the line before the turbulence can close down around him again. No doubt Hincapie is happy with his current 4th place in GC, but you can bet he is proud of the work done by the TEAM to win the stage.

Cavendish knows who butters his bread.

Cavendish knows who butters his bread.

That is one of the reasons that Columbia-Highroad is winning me as a fan. From the riders and the chemistry between them all the way to Stapleton and his approach to marketing and race management; I’m very impressed with the team. There really isn’t anything to dislike – unless you think people can win too much.