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Not quite Champs-Élysées

Monday, March 8th, 2010

Sunday’s final race of the 2010 Greenville Spring Training Series was for me a tiny bit like the final stage of the Tour de France ending on the Avenue de Champs-Élysées. The omnium was in my pocket and all I had to do was finish out the race without any scrapes and bruises and this would be my best month ever on a bike! My only goal was to stay up right and have a respectable finish.

When I woke up that morning, I began to wonder if I could accomplish those goals. Something had started settling in my chest the day before after the River Falls race. I was coughing a bit and feeling my sinuses grow tight.

I headed off to teach Sunday School and then sat in the morning service starting to feel more and more tired. Actually, it felt as though I was very, very relaxed. It was that way you feel when you lay in bed after a hard day of manual labor and feel like you are a stone.

However, by the time I got in my car following the service, I was no longer coughing. I rolled the windows down on the car and got some cool air going and that seemed to revive me. The adrenaline was starting to flow as well and that helped.

Quickly I changed, loaded up the car, and ate a peanut butter and honey sandwich as I drove toward the course. I arrived with about 20 minutes to warm up. As I headed out onto the course, I saw Eric heading the other way in route to a third place finish in the 35+ Masters. Soon behind him I saw Hank on his way to a second place finish in the 45+ Masters race. POA Cycling was already getting off to a great start!

As I lined up with Louis, Matt, and Billy, I felt no pressure. I was just taking it all in. I appreciated the people who congratulated me for winning the omnium. It was fun to chat with some of the other riders. However, as the start approached, I really just wanted to be a spectator and take in the sights and sounds.

Then we rolled away. What a relief! The field started out at a nice clip. It is so much easier to ride in a fast group than a slow one. For almost two laps we enjoyed the speed.

Then things began to slow a bit. There would be someone who would go off the front and the field would act to bring them back and then we would start doing our yo-yo moves. By the fifth lap it was as though the word had gone out and no break was going to be allowed — and no meaningful one was attempted. This was going to come down to a field sprint once again.

I had a chance to communicate some with Jon Leifer and the two of us talked of connecting for the final sprint. His main concern was finishing in front of Wade Greene and I really don’t think he would have minded too much had I ridden his wheel for the finish… if he could out sprint me then he would win… if I could come around him, then I would. Either way he would get his second place in the omnium.

Mid-way through the race I was starting to feel great! I was breathing clearly and my legs felt great. My fears started to fade and I started to think that perhaps I could finally get a win.

My focus was on staying out of the wind and avoiding riders that might cause me problems. It was all very clear to me. As we moved around the course, I followed the advice that Mike Askew had given me about the wind. Sure enough, I could see the flags pointing the directions he mentioned. With each turn I would set myself up to allow riders to block the wind for me.

As we moved into the final lap, I was setting up for a strong finish. I thought it was interesting that what wind there was came from our left and that was where the lines were forming. By riding to the right, I was feeling no wind at all. Riding in the draft of the rider in front of me, I wasn’t putting out much effort.

As we entered “the dip” things started up in earnest. I noticed Leifer went left and I stayed to the right. I’ve learned that while the field tends to start to the right, it then shifts to the left along the yellow line as we make a left turn just before the fire station. If you are patient, the road will open before you.

I was coming along the white line with two riders on the same team right in front of me. One came around the other and the one being passed said, “Go!” The first riders took off and the second one went over to the white line and slowed. Unfortunately, that was right in front of me with the field streaming to my left!

For a moment I hesitated and finally to avoid losing any more positions, I went around him in the grass. Once I did get around him the road was open. His teammate was heading up the road, but I knew he went too early. He was going to be swallowed up before the line.

I then moved up like I did in the last Donaldson Center race and sat on the hip of the fourth placed rider. I wanted to wait until after the 200 meter line before I attacked. Again, like Saturday, I was wondering where Leifer was. In my mind I was thinking he would come around and I would ride his wheel.

Moving now to the front, I kept waiting for someone else to make the move and I planned to counter. However, that was a mistake. The reason why is that by the time you move to counter it is normally too late. The people coming around you already have the acceleration. From that point you are playing catchup — which if you have enough road might not be a bad thing as you can catch his wheel and pay him back.

Knowing I made a mistake and trying to fix it - Photo by Jimmy Helms

However, that wasn’t the case. I didn’t have enough road. Two Greenville Spinners split me on either side. I dug after them, but bottom line is they got to the line faster than I did. Clark and Robert both beat me and I finished third.

Lesson learned? When sprinting, don’t think — DO! When you go — GO! Hey, I finished third. Had I not tried to analyze the sprint in progress and just turned myself inside out after 200 meters I might have still gotten third. However, I wouldn’t be sitting here saying, “I shouldn’t have waited to counter.” Who knows I might have gotten my first win of the year.

It pays to stay up front – maybe

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Crashing is not fun. I’ve been there and done that. Once you’ve experienced it, you never look at a crash the same way again. It is impossible not to empathize with those involved.

As I was leaving the race Sunday afternoon, I talked with a fellow racer. He was limping up to his vehicle pushing his bike. I had heard that there was a crash, but didn’t know all the details because I was having to leave immediately following the race. So, as I was changing my shoes he explained that he had run into the fallen riders and went over the handlebars.

I asked him if he was okay and the condition of the other riders. He said he was okay and that he thought the others were as well except someones bike got really messed up and the first rider who went down got run over. However, I didn’t realize just how the crash went down until I saw the following photo sent to me by Jake Strasser of Team Metro.

Category 4 finish Donaldson Center - February 28, 2010

A wide view of the final sprint - and crash (click to enlarge)

As I began to piece the story together this is what I discovered. Soon after Wade Greene and I launched the sprint a rider went down. “For no apparent reason,” I was told by one racer. That caused a chain reaction as riders scattered across the width of the road to avoid getting caught up in the mess.

Closer view of the lead and the crash

Closer view of the lead and the crash

Unfortunately, not everyone was able to avoid it. Ryan Newman, of Velosports Racing out of Hendersonville, got the worse of it. He hit the riders at speed and flipped over coming down to separate his shoulder and break two fingers. The rider who initially went down broke the frame of his bike.

Ryan Newman goes for a ride

Ryan Newman flips after running into fallen riders

In the photo above, you can see Ryan still attached to his pedals getting ready to basically body slam into the ground. His rear wheel is up higher than the riders’ heads around him. Others narrowly escaped sharing his fate. Michael Trivette, from Concord, commented, “The guy flipping hit my back while he was in the air. I was so close to hitting the deck!”

Of course, the best place to be in all of this was up front. Though I do believe it is misleading to say that it is always safer up front. Crashes happen there as well.

Field sprint 02-28-2010

Photo by Eddie Helton - http://picasaweb.google.com/Eddie.Helton

How do you avoid crashes? Well, I can hear some of my friends snickering as they think of me trying to answer that question. However, I think these suggestions are reasonable.

  • Realize that the field is like an organism. Everyone is interconnected and the slightest move you make can be magnified several riders away from you. Racing while aware of the people around you for the purpose of keeping them out of a crash is one of the best ways to avoid one yourself.
  • Learn who you are riding with! As soon as the race starts, begin cataloging the behaviors of the riders around you. Some you won’t even notice because they will be smooth as silk. Others will stick out like a sore thumb because of their brake checks, switching lines without clearing, and crossing wheels. STAY AWAY – WAY AWAY!
  • Practice your skills. One of the things that has helped me has been learning how to take contact in a race. You cannot be afraid of being touched. Invariably someone is going to bump into you. Do not over react. “Receive” the contact – don’t react away from it.
    Also, don’t get verbal. I know it is hard to keep our mouths shut, but when someone makes a mistake, it does not help at all to berate them verbally. All you do is raise the intensity and level of frustration — ultimately raising the probability of an accident!
  • Know the terrain and conditions. Donaldson Center is a great example of this danger. First, there are several potholes and the famous train tracks. Second, there is the wind that is always a crosswind – then a headwind – then a tailwind. Third, there are the hills.Immediately after gathering speed down a hill, it is time to start climbing the next one. That guy that just went flying past you suddenly begins to fade on the climb. Another rider tries to go around him on the edge of the road and ends up riding in the grass just as a crosswind pushes him back toward the field. You get the idea!

If everyone rode with these ideas in mind, that would take care of many of the crashes that happen in amateur racing. Of course, even professionals crash and 60+ people on bicycles riding inches away from each other at 25 – 40 mph are bound to have some problems.

I’m empathizing with Ryan and the other guys that went down. Hopefully, they will all be back on the bike soon. Me? I’m staying close to the front!

Second place feels like a win

Monday, March 1st, 2010

It is late Sunday as I write this. I’m sitting here after the Things Three have gone to bed. It is time to reflect a bit on the day and give a report of the race. My legs feel happy… and so does my mind. It was a good day.

Field sprint 02-28-2010

Photo by Eddie Helton - http://picasaweb.google.com/Eddie.Helton

The day started kind of harried. I had to get up and get everything ready to go so that I could make it to Sunday School on time. I’m teaching a series and the class started at 9:30 AM. The morning service started at 10:30 AM and I figured I would be starting for home shortly before noon. That gave me just a small window to get home, get ready, and then make it to the start at 1:05 PM.

Pastor preached a little shorter so I was actually on the road home before 11:40 AM. Because I had everything ready, I was able to make it to the race with time for a 15 minute warm-up. The fact that things worked out better than I thought they would had me more relaxed on the start line. I was ready to roll.

I’ve mentioned before that I simply do not race well at Donaldson Center. The simple reason is the fact that I have always worked way too hard out there. I determined that today I would not show my nose on the front until the very end. Sure, that meant I was risking a breakaway, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

Well, I did it. Of course, it made the first three laps very boring. It was so tempting to want to stretch the legs a bit or to go up front just to get us moving a bit! Instead I played games… How little can I actually pedal? How long can I go in my small ring? (Two laps) It also gave some time to chat. Other than that, those first laps gave me nothing to report.

During the third lap, we were warned that the Pro-1-2 field was gaining on us and that there was a potential we would be neutralized to let them around us. At that time there was a rider off the front within our sight. For a while it appeared that we were going to avoid being overtaken. However, we didn’t escape.

My teammate Billy moved to the front and we did pick up speed for a bit, but no one seemed to want to help him. Again, it was tempting, but I was keeping my eye on Jonathan Leifer. He was the one ahead of me in the omnium and he also had beat me at the line Saturday. I wasn’t working if he wasn’t!

However, when the official’s vehicle came around us, I realized that we might be about to be neutralized. I wanted to make sure that I was in a good position for any restart because we wouldn’t have much time to get organized afterward. Turns out I was pretty happy because they did slow us and at that point, Billy, Matt, and myself were right there at the front.

The only bad thing is that when we were neutralized, the one guy who was off the front was not. Basically at that moment we were all racing for second. Again, it was the risk I was willing to take, so I couldn’t complain. I would do my best for second.

I won’t go into all the politics of it, but before we ever reached the finish line the decision on what to do was changed a couple of times. We had already been told that the race was called. At that point, I was in seventh place. I was actually pretty satisfied with that. 1) I was ahead of Leifer, so I knew he didn’t gain any points on me, and 2) seventh place would be my best ever official finish at Donaldson Center.

Then we were told we would race one more lap to decide 2nd. Then we were told we would not. Finally, as we crossed the start-finish line we were informed that indeed we would have one more lap to decide the remaining finishing order.

At first I was excited to see the field pick up speed and it looked like everyone was going to let out their frustrations with a fast final lap. Then I was scared as I considered the adrenalin and frustrations of the riders. It was time to keep my eyes and ears open to avoid problems.

It didn’t last long and we were back to our nice Sunday evening group ride (we averaged 22 mph for the race – on a typical A group Tuesday Night World Championships ride we average 25 – 26 mph). I continued to teach myself patience and kept trying to stay out of the wind and trouble. This was going to be a field sprint, boys.

After we crossed the railroad tracks, things started to accelerate a bit. I tried to ease into my power so as not to shock the legs too much. I stayed close to Leifer and then as we moved into “the dip” I started to look for ways to advance my position.

I was nervous because I was a little farther back than I wanted to me as we began the final climb toward the finish line. About two kilometers out, I got in behind Billy and Louis. The field was starting to stretch out and the line was starting to form along the yellow line. Right ahead of me on the white line was the big dude that had bumped me out of position yesterday. He was coming back fast, but in front of him was open road.

“Louis, once we get around him,” I called to my teammate, Louis Sanchez, “Go!” We made the move and Louis pulled us closer in to the group. However, it gave me a clear view of the front. I could see the Globalbike boys lining up a lead out for Wade Greene. At this point, we were about 1K out and I was in 20th.

I wanted to be up in fifth or so before we reached the 200 meter line. So, for the first time in the entire race, I put my pedal down hard. “Coming on the right!” I heard people call as I spurted up toward the front of the field. However, instead of going to the front, I settled in to side draft off of the rider right behind Wade.

For a moment, I was able to recover a bit. Then at the 200 meter mark Wade made his move. I went with him and then around him. This time (unlike Saturday) I made sure I was in a gear that felt just a tad too big.  I set my eye on the line and went all out.

I heard a commotion behind me and people talking about the riding habits of a particular rider. Then I heard nothing except the swoosh, swoosh of my own tires as the finish line grew closer and closer. This time, no one was inching up beside me. I was putting out over 1000 watts and nearing 40 mph.

Once again, I was the first loser, but it really felt like a win. As a matter of fact, I’m glad I didn’t throw my hands up in the air in celebration! The winner in the break just wasn’t on my mind at that point.

Still, this second place really did feel like a win because of the odd circumstances. It could have played out very similarly only after we brought the breakaway rider back into the fold. However, that is not what happened and that’s racin’.

Second place, in a way, was winning. It moved me into 1st place in the overall scoring for the series with only two races to go. I believe those races set up well for me and I’m looking forward to defending that lead with my mates.

35th and I am still smiling

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

There is this nagging feeling that tries to rise in my mind. It is a message from inside my head that I should be upset and disappointed. However, it keeps getting obliterated by the smile on my face!

Yes, today was my first race of the 2010 season. I honestly did not know what to think when rolled to the line. This race was going to be a “let’s see what happens” kind of an event. Tebbetts and I waited while all the announcements were made. There was a lot of chatter around us, but we were pretty quiet.

It had already been an awesome day for the POA Cycling Team. The 35+ Masters guys dominated the race. There were eight of our guys out there. We were stacked!

After the first lap I started to walk to my car to get some stuff ready for the race. As I did so, I looked over to see Eric (one of our strongest guys) riding back the opposite direction! Turns out he had broken a spoke. Well, now there were seven guys… though it does make me wonder what would have happened had Eric not had the mechanical!

It was text book. We sent guys off the front right off the bat and when he got caught, another one of our guys would attack. Paul got off the front for two laps. However, it was the Rodney and Darin show at the end. Rodney stretched it out and Darin waited like a cat until the perfect time to go for the line. We got 1st and 4th!

Hank and Randy rolled off for the 45+ Masters race. I kept seeing Hank right up there close to the front lap after lap and then he was there at the end as well. He brought home a 3rd place for the team.

Jonathan leads the field through a turn

Now Matt and I rolled off to see what we could do for the team. We had 5 laps for about 35 miles. We started under beautiful sunshine and temperatures in the 60s.

As usual in this type of category race, nothing really happened for the first four laps. During that time I simply tried to stay in the top fifth of the field. Looking back I think I might have tried a little too hard.

Much of the time I was jumping from one line to another. Often I was in the top 3 to 5 riders. Finally, I realized that was a little too aggressive.  I then tried to stay a bit farther back and concentrate on pedaling as little as possible.

Then things started getting really dicey. A couple of times I had to correct to avoid a rider coming across my front wheel. However, there were three instances that were just too close for comfort!

One time I had a rider on my right and another rider came up beside me on the left. I’m not sure why – perhaps he was pushed over – but he came into me. I held my ground and leaned against him to keep from getting pushed over on the rider to my right.

Another instance I was on the white line and a rider came around my left. He didn’t even look when he cut across my front wheel. I just had to go off the road. Thankfully, the rider behind let me in quickly and I didn’t lose a spot.

Then there was the time we were going downhill and a rider up in front of me checked up. The rider directly in front of me grabbed his breaks. I had no option but to put a pedal down and brush past him to his left.

I went into the last lap with a plan. First, I wanted to get back up toward the front. Unfortunately, for the first part of the last lap I was once again too close to the front. At some points, I was the lead rider “chasing” two riders who had gone off the front with two laps to go.

David Curran then bridged up to the two riders and I followed. We were all together as we left the golf course behind. I was just trying to make sure I was getting my legs in form. I settled in and tried to get oxygen in preparation for the finish.

It was at that point – on what is called 3M hill – that the rider came over on me. Things were starting to get very scary. I am afraid that is what caused me to make the major mistake of the day.

Jim had told me Friday night to go for broke by the railroad track. He and I both didn’t think the best option was to try to advance out of a field sprint. If I was to have a chance, I was going to have to go and hang on before the field could catch me.

Well, all the sketchy riding broke what patience I had. I moved out of about ninth place and tried to build some separation. Looking back I think I should have put a little more into the attempt, but even as I launched I started to second guess my move.

Glancing back I could see that a rider was right on my wheel. Then taking a better look I could see that even though I definitely had the field stretched out, I wasn’t dropping them. I made the decision to pull the chute so I might be able to recover enough to do something at the end.

A positive was that even after that effort, I was able to jump on the wheels of the lead riders. I kept in the front portion of the field over the tracks, into the dip, and then starting up. Matt came flying around and was pulling the field up the hill. I was about five back as we crossed the 1K to go banner.

I was starting to believe that maybe Matt could get a top 5 finish himself. I wasn’t thinking that for myself. I was just hoping that the field behind me was feeling as much in the red zone as myself.

At 500 meters it was about the same. However, then Globalbike and some other teams started coming around me. I countered…

Then I knew it was over. It wasn’t like I gave up. It was just that I felt like I was pumping my legs as hard as I could and I just wasn’t moving fast enough. It was as though I was in slow motion.

At that point I was just trying not to be in the way and salvage what position I could. I felt like a swimmer at the ocean with a wave washing over me. To bad I couldn’t just surf in on them!

I came in on the rear of the field. Talking with Jim afterward he said, “Well, we learned that didn’t work. If it had worked, it would have been awesome!” Yep, it didn’t work, but I’m not complaining.

1) I stayed up. I can’t overstate that. This was one of the first races back after getting back on the bike from last year’s crash. To have contact the way I did and stay clean was a great confidence booster.

2) I was there. Yes, I did not finish well, but no one can say that I wasn’t participating. Perhaps I was participating a little too much!

3) I did have power. I did recover. In the past had I tried that 3M hill stunt, I would have come riding across the finish all alone — way off the back. That I was able to attempt that move – recover – get back in – was a minor victory.

So, what is my take away? I’ve got the legs. I just need the brain. I’ve got to let opportunities come to me. When that opportunity comes, the legs can get me there.

That thought has me smiling.

First race of 2010 is Saturday

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

It is time to start thinking about this weekend and the first race of my 2010 season. The feelings I’m having are kind of hard to read. Seems that part of me is looking forward to mixing it up again and another part is saying, “Do you really want to do this again?” Well, ready or not… here it comes.

The first race for most people here in Upstate South Carolina is the Greenville Spring Training Series race at Donaldson Center on Saturday, February 20. I went back to last year to check out my post for that race and realized I didn’t participate in that race. On February 16 of last year, I broke my pinkie while filming going downhill on the Furman side of Paris Mountain.

I did make it out to the course on that first day and you can see some video of the field here. The emotions and thoughts of that day are coming back to me now. It was really weird being a spectator and not a participant. I’m very thankful that I’m healthy for this year’s event!

What about Donaldson Center? I’ve never really done well there. Yes, it is home to the Tuesday Night World Championships and I’ve participated in numerous training races there. However, I’ve never seemed to get the rhythm right. Only once have I ever “won” a TNWC and that was one of the last times I rode in the B group.

Check out these videos to get a sense of the course…


First half of the second lap of a five lap ride


Second half of the second lap of a five lap ride

Here are the shortcomings that I believe I must get past in order to be successful.

  1. Be patient. Out there on that course I have a tendency to get real antsy about breaks. I’ve got to be patient and let things unfold a bit without jumping on the front to pull an early break back. The great unknown? How do I know which break to go with?
  2. See the wind. It was said that Dale Earnhart could see the wind while drafting on the super speedways. It is a skill that I obviously was not born with! I’ve got to recognize the effects of the wind and then position myself to take advantage of it in the field.
  3. Ride through it. This is one area where I am very curious to see the results of my training. Typically on this course I go through a challenge on the first or second lap. Most likely because I’m not accomplishing 1 and 2, I find myself really struggling. I have learned that if I just ride through it, I improve. The great unknown? Has my training made it so that this won’t be an issue?
  4. Don’t quit. There have been times in the TNWC races that I have been in the top 5 -- 10 within sight of the finish. However, I’ve watched riders go around me. I always chalked it up to, “You’re just not a sprinter.” I’ve also had an amount of fear at the close riding and fast speeds. Well, experience and training has given me some confidence in both of these areas. On Saturday, I’ve just got to let it all hang out.

Of course, having said all that, I realize I will be racing on a team. I don’t know yet how many of my mates I will with me in the Category 4 race. This isn’t an A race for me. It very well could be that my job will be to set things up for a teammate and it won’t be my job to go for a win. Even if that is the case, I do have a low rung goal of finishing above my only official race finish there -- 18th.

Okay, I compromised

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

Yesterday I blogged about my rest week.  Rest is relative, right?  I mean Tuesday’s mean the Tuesday Night World Championships at Donaldson Center.

Yep, I showed up.  However, my thinking was that we only have a couple more opportunities to ride out there before the time change.  I enjoy being out there not just for the riding, but to be with the cycling community.

Not only that, but I figured I could call it a rest ride if I behaved myself and didn’t go tearing off the front.  My plan was to sit in and just do half the laps.  I would then spin my way to the finish for the final one.  That should be a good compromise.

The group decided on four laps.  A couple guys wanted to squeeze in five, but they were over ruled.  Looked like it would be two at speed laps for me.

It was pretty uneventful.  I did sit in in most cases.  The problem I had is I kept getting caught out in the wind on some sections of the course.  I knew where the wind was coming from, but still couldn’t manage to get in the right position.  That caused me some extra work.

The pace was pretty high starting about halfway through the first lap.  I was pretty proud of myself for the way I didn’t get carried away on that first lap.  I entered the second on feeling pretty good.

The speed had the group starting to string out and there were little breaks and chase groups forming during the second lap.  Near the end of it I was in a group that was chasing a rather large group of riders between us and the break.  I did come to the front at this point in order to help pull over to them.

We were going uphill and I was trying to put out a steady tempo that would still bring us up to the riders ahead.  However, after making some good progress early on it seemed like I couldn’t close the deal.  We were stuck with a 30 meter gap or so.  It was at that point my legs reminded me they hadn’t done this in awhile.

Some other riders started to move around me and do the work.  I slowly slipped back.  This was near the end of the first part of my plan anyway.  Suddenly, I felt a hand on the base of my back.  A rider behind (was that you Andy?) gave me a major push – I mean enough to push me past some riders.

Well, I wasn’t going to just pull over after that.  So, I worked my way back in.  It is amazing how that once you get gapped how hard it is to get back in.  Just a short distance can really put you over the red line.  However, if you can just make contact with the group, you will be surprised how your fortunes change.

Rather than go spitting out the back, I was now back in the group and continued to hold the pace until we passed the golf course.  At that point, I knew I needed to back off.  It was an easy ride in from there.  Even better was I came across some friends toward the end and we rode in together.

I think it was a good compromise.

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Punch drunk

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

One of the enduring aspects of the Rocky Balboa character was that he never won with good technique.  The boxer, played by Sylvester Stallone, would basically wear his opponent down and frustrate them by presenting himself as a human punching bag.  Well, last night, I was Rocky the Rider.

Going into the ride I had no plan except to try to stay near the front.  By the end of the first lap of five at Donaldson Center, I was sitting on the front.  The “warm-up” lap went easy until we were past the golf course.  Then things picked up and I’m not even sure exactly how I ended up pulling through.

I moved over to the right to let those behind me go.  I moved over to the  left to allow someone to pull through.  Finally, I just sat up and rode at my own pace.  At last someone moved up in front of me.

The second lap was more of the first.  I was trying to stay near my teammate Reece.  Chances were that if a break formed, he would be in it.  I had delusions of being there with him.  We were behind about four other riders when he said, “You can go with any of these guys.”  What he meant was these were the riders who could start a break and make it stick.  Later he told me they were all pro/1/2 riders.

Toward the end of the lap – just over the railroad tracks – Brian Flinte and I bumped as we were wanting the same piece of real estate behind a particular wheel.  It was no big deal.  Our hips bumped a bit, but we both kept it under control.

Of course, behind us, you would think the world was coming to an end.  “Whoa!” “Watch it!” etc.  I heard Pappy grumbling behind me.  I felt like turning around and saying, “Right, and you guys have never bumped into anyone?”

It never pays to let something like that get to you.  Pappy came around me and pulled in between myself and John James, whose wheel I was trying to stay on.  Then coming out of the dip up the hill to the fire station, he just up and took off after a couple of riders that had broken away.

Jumping on his wheel I made the stupid decision to follow him up.  Why?  I don’t know.  I guess it was because I was going to annoy him.  The two of us actually got a gap on the field and neared the two riders ahead before Glenn moved over.  I pulled the short remaining distance.

When I got there, one of the riders sat up while the other one counter-attacked.  No way was I going to be able to go with that one.  As a matter of fact, my thought to myself was, “Why on earth did I do that?”  It wasn’t long before we were overtaken.

That began my Rocky impression.  I would move into the front riders and mix it up – sometimes pulling and one time attacking in hopes that the field would stretch and Reece with his pals could go off the front.  However, I would expend a bit too much energy and have to slide back to recover.  As I did, invariably I would come near John James.  He said the same thing every time, “Don’t go any further back.”

The good news is that each time I was able to work my way back to the front.  Finally, in the fourth lap, I decided to back off a bit.  I knew I only had about three matches in my matchbook.  Two of them had already gone up in flames.  I needed one for the end.

I settled in behind Paul Mills knowing his wheel would be a safe one and one that could guide me through the crowd.  The end came and I was pretty far back – probably thirty riders were in front of me.  However, I was feeling pretty good as we started into the dip.  Coming around on the left side I was making up ground quickly.

By the time we reached the buildings, the line was strung out and there were only fifteen or so riders ahead of me.  I was joined by my teammate Matt Tebbetts.  Once we reached the fire station, I determined I was not going to take the first position and I sat up.

It was a fun night!  A couple times I was encouraged by the reaction of riders around me.  The first time was as we were finishing the first lap.  I was kind of staggered out to the side of a line.  From behind me I heard the voice of a local pro saying, “Come on in the line, Jonathan.”

Later in the evening I got pinched over to the side of the road.  I had to move over and then over and finally I went in the grass.  It was tricky getting back on because the asphalt was several inches high at that point.  Once again, I heard a voice, “Come back in, Jonathan.”  Someone was opening a spot for me to get back in.

If you ever ride in a competitive group, you will understand why it meant a lot to me to have the guys do that.  I try my best to be courteous and not over react when someone does something stupid around me.  I’d like to think that those feelings are reciprocated when I do something immature.

The State Road Race is the next thing on my agenda.  I’ll be taking it easy in the next POA crit (is that possible?).  If I’m riding as well then as I was last night, I think that I will have a pretty good chance at a nice finish in Fork Shoals.  Well, that is unless I go and pull a Rocky Balboa!

Helmet video from Tuesday Night World Championships

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

Here is some video from last night’s Tuesday Night World Championships held at Donaldson Center in Greenville.  Sorry there won’t be much text today.  I simply don’t have time to peck it out.

Hope you enjoy the video.  Next time I’ll try to make sure that I push it back on my helmet a little more.  For the most part, it works well enough.

It was an unusual night because of all the wind.  I will have to say that I felt much better.  I still didn’t finish strong, but there did seem to be some improvement in my fitness.

It was the worst of times. It was the best of times.

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

I rushed out of work to throw my bike into the back seat of the convertible and head out to Donaldson Center for the Tuesday Night World Championships. The big question of the night was whether I would have the legs to hang with the A group for the six laps planned for the evening. What happened was I learned some valuable lessons.

The first lap seemed to be slower than normal.  This made me happy because I didn’t have time to warm up.  However, I determined it wouldn’t matter anyway.  Even if some riders attempted a break on the first lap, I was going to do nothing about it.

That first lap was just under 19 minutes, but things picked up in the second one.  We knocked two minutes off the first lap time.  It was on this lap that I started to learn my first lesson of the night and experienced the “worst of times.”

A break had formed and I was sitting about fifth wheel in a chase group.  My teammate, Reece, was up there with about six other riders.  My group crossed the tracks and slowed.  It was at that point I made the mistake of becoming a strategist.

I looked at the riders around me and determined that if the opportunity presented itself, I could attack, create a gap, and then bridge over to the break to join Reece.  The pace line fell apart and I was near the front.  I accelerated and the rider next to me responded but miss shifted.  I then sprinted and got the gap I was wanting.

The problem was 1) I got caught out in no man’s land.  I got a gap on the riders behind me, but could not seem to close the deal with the break ahead of me.  What to do?  Do I continue fighting to join them or do I back off and go back to the chasers? 2) I created a gap on the riders that were around me.  However, there were some stronger riders sitting behind them.  They were able to come around and then get on my wheel.

By the time I got within 10 yards or so of the break, these stronger riders started to come around me.  As they passed, almost to a man they looked over at me.  My mind interpreted their glances as saying, “Why did you do that?”  I had just pulled the field up to the break and shut down the chances of my teammate.

This was confirmed when on the third lap Reece came by me and looking back said, “I buried myself to get up in that break and then I look back and see you bringing the field.  What’s up with that?”  I could tell he was not happy.  I didn’t blame him and spent the next several minutes with my tail between my legs.

It obviously got into my head because a little over half way through that lap my teammate John came up and put an arm around my shoulder.  “Relax,” he said.  “You are tense. It is making you weave.  Take it easy.” It was just what I needed.  I relaxed my shoulders and arms and tried to focus on putting the energy into my legs.

I was praying by this point that Reece would get into another break.  Finally, in the fourth and fifth laps a break formed.  Not only was Reece there, but John had also pulled himself into the group.

That left Mark, Louis, Randy, and me in the main field.  There was no way I was going to try to bridge to the break!  It was then that I started to experience the “best of times.”  We four riders started to mix in with any chase attempts to confuse their rhythm.  The first concerted effort came from the Spinx riders.  Mark and I slipped into their pace line and tried to slow them without actually blocking them.

It is harder than it sounds.  You want to slow any attacks, but you don’t want to just get in front of them and stop.  I tried to get into a rotation and when I pulled through hold a controlled pace that was slightly slower than the chasers.  At other times, I would hang back off the back of their rotation and just let them do the work.

This continued with various individual riders and teams as we completed lap five and continued into lap six. It was funny, but I didn’t even think about how I was feeling.  It was so much fun working with my teammates to help extend the gap for Reece and John.

Of course, going into the sixth lap I started arguing with myself, “Ok, you’ve done your work, just go ahead and sit up.”  That was the wimpy side of me.  “Don’t quit.  You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Suffer to the end.” That was the competitive part of me.  The later won out.

That sixth lap was tough at the beginning.  Knowing the break was safe and we were now racing amongst ourselves, it was taking a bit more effort.  However, the farther I got into the lap, the better I started to feel. By the time we started the climb toward the finish, I was moving right along with the leaders.

Overall, it was a great night.  Even in my mistakes, I learned some valuable lessons. I do fear that I might be getting the reputation for being the idiot that chases down all the breaks.  Several times I would be in a group and a rider or two would look over at me with a look of expectation on their faces.  It was as though they were expecting me to start an attack.

Thankfully, I learned my lesson and was able to disappoint them while Reece brought home a third place.

Wish I could see myself as some others do

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

This weekend is the French Broad River Classic.  It is a race in Asheville, North Carolina.  It is my plan to participate in the road race.

This year is supposed to be a pretty tough course.  There are supposed to be several climbs of over three miles.  The course covers about 40 miles.

I’m not thinking that much about it.  I’ve kind of changed my approach to racing.  I had started out the year trying to arrange my riding schedule around the races.  Now I am being less strict with my riding leading up to a race.

The reason is because I was starting to lose the fun of riding.  I’ve always tried to take the approach that I race to ride – I don’t ride to race.  It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to win.  It does mean that for the amount of time I ride, it doesn’t make sense to spend it worrying about the few races I attempt.

So, Monday night I put out my effort on Paris Mountain.  Tuesday night I jumped in for several laps in the 25.5 mph A group for just under 30 miles.  Thursday I want to ride with my pals.  Friday I’ll head up to Asheville and do some spinning there.  Then Saturday I’ll give it my best shot.

I’ve had plenty of people asking me if I was planning on doing the race.  They keep saying that I’ll do very well – that it is “your kind of course.”  I’m not sure how to respond.  It has been so long since I have participated in a road race, I don’t know what is going to happen.

It is more fun to think about last night’s ride.  It was a hot night at Donaldson Center.  I figured I would give it a good push for the early part and then pull off toward the end.

Things got started early.  In the first lap a group attacked.  I was coming up behind Kirk Flinte and since he had Tweeted earlier that there wouldn’t be anyone getting away, I joked with him that they were getting away and he needed to go get them.  Well, he did!

I got on his wheel with several other riders.  Kirk pulled us for a massive amount.  Then I rotated up to the front and pulled us to the tail end of the breakaway.  The usual suspects came through and I jumped on their wheels.  Not smart.  I couldn’t hang on.

I ended up helping to pull back two more breaks in the first two laps.  In the third lap I started to slip back through the field and crossed the start finish near the tail end.  Then I just took a final lap to wind down.

The way I plan to approach these Tuesday night rides, I’ll get up there in the front and try to stay with the Cat 1 and 2 riders as long as I can.  Sure, I’ll get dropped, but each time I may be able to stay up there a little longer.

Besides, it might make those Cat 4 road races seems a bit easier.