Posts Tagged ‘POA Cycling’

One more reason for cyclists to love the Honda Fit

Monday, April 20th, 2009

Thursday night is the POA Cycling Team’s first POA Cycling Summer Series race.  It is also the night of the beautiful redhead’s play rehearsal.  I’ve got to find something to do with the Things Three.

The Honda Fit comes to the rescue!  I really try to avoid driving the Suburban if I can help it.  It seems like a lot of truck just to haul a bicycle around.  My Honda Fit is set up just perfect for carrying my bike.

Unfortunately, add three kids to the mix and you have a space problem… or so you would think.  Tonight I went out to try an idea.  What if I could put the kids in the back seat and then load the bike in the back compartment?

Three peas in a pod... and a bicycle too!

Three peas in a pod... and a bicycle too!

It turns out that it works just great.  I even have some space left for the rest of my gear.  Now, I can head over to help set up for the event and drop the kids off with their grandparents on the way.  Hopefully, they’ll all be able to come over to the old Greenville Braves stadium for the race at 6 PM.

At least there is plenty of room in that back seat!  This might be the ticket for them to come up to Marion when they pick me up after I finish the Assault On Mount Mitchell.

Three kids & a bike in the back... Mom & Dad in the front

Three kids & a bike in the back... Mom & Dad in the front

Once again, I can’t say enough about my 2009 Honda Fit.  I used it going down the Charleston for the criterium races this weekend and it made a great platform for all the things I needed.  One of the best advantages?  I could park in places larger vehicles couldn’t.

You race and you learn: 1st Cat 4 criterium

Monday, April 20th, 2009

Sunday afternoon I participated in the South Carolina Criterium Championship with my POA Cycling teammates. My category 4 race was the last one of the day at the Hampton Park in Charleston, SC – right next to The Citadel. It was a beautiful day – just a little windy when Billy White, Matt Tebbetts, Blair LaMarche, and I took the course.

My first category 4 criterium race

My first category 4 criterium race

First the bad news. I got 14th place. I did two stupid things that put me in that position.

One – a few laps into the race (19 laps total) I was near the front. I noticed a rider kept stretching his lead. There was some movement up front to bring him back. My turn came and, like an idiot, I pulled for about half a lap.

It is one of those things I have to learn. How do you get off the front gracefully? I don’t want to be in the way and cause an accident. Also there is that fear that I won’t have done enough of my part. Chalk that up as something to learn.

The worse thing about it is that the guy was going to get swallowed up anyway. As we got closer to him, I could see him glancing back and starting to soft pedal. That was a bunch of energy for nothing.

Two – just before the start of the five lap countdown there was a prime. At first I was thinking correctly to myself, “Don’t worry about the prime. What you want is the podium.” However, as we came out of the fourth turn I saw a gap that would take me past about 20 riders who had decided not to contest it. There wasn’t much of a gap to the sprinters.

I shot up the gap and actually gained on the two guys going for the prime. I ended up third. As soon as we crossed the line the announcer called, “Five laps to go. Five laps to go.” Oh, great. Now I just had five laps to recover and those would probably be the fastest five of the race.

Now the good news. I got 14th place. It could have been worse.

Thankfully, I was able to back up a bit after the prime attempt and recover. By the time we reached the final lap I was sitting in the top five riders. My teammate Billy was right there as well. My goal was to stay in contact with him. Hopefully, we would set things up for a good finish.

One of my fears of criterium racing is the turning. Thankfully this course had two very sweeping turns and only two corners that were close to ninety degrees. Corner number two was one of those sharper turns.

I started feeling comfortable about the turns and was finally feeling confident about holding my line. It helped that there were road markers and it gave me something to concentrate on as we went through the corners in a pack.

During our final time through corner two I was setting up to accelerate out of the turn and move into position to sweep through turn three. It would be very important to be near the front going into turn four. That would all start here in turn two.

Suddenly I heard some commotion behind me. Next thing I knew a rider – who I could not see – banged against my left hip. It was a hard enough of a jostle that it knocked me out of my lean. That caused me to straighten in the turn and the bike to wobble as I started to tip over my center of gravity.

I didn’t even think about what might happen. I just gathered my Giant after a bit of squirrelliness and then smashed the pedals to try to make up the ground I lost. I kept waiting to hear the dreaded sound of riders going down behind me.

Billy was still up there, but I was now stuck on the outside with riders streaming around me. I was now in the top 20 riders, but was not in a good position. After turn three I started to attempt to move closer to the front. After getting boxed in a bit I was forced into turn four on the outside.

Going into turn four I lost more positions as riders took the shorter inside turn. Now it was time to let it go. Thankfully, the outside was open because the field was stretching out for the sprint. I started moving past riders and moved into the top ten just as we were passing the restrooms on the right.

At that point I started seeing some riders coming up to my left. I tried to increase my cadence to stay up. It was then I noticed I was about three rings above my 11. I shifted a couple of times and things leveled out. However, the momentum couldn’t get me past them.

It was about 30 meters from the line when I felt the earlier efforts. I saw riders going past me on my left – one of those was Tebbetts. I gritted my teeth to try to beat him, but he and one other rider got past me to take 12th and 13th. I immediately rued the two earlier efforts. Not a doubt in my mind I could have had a top 10 – even with the near crash in turn two – had I not put out that needless energy.

Observations: It is great racing with a team. Granted, Tebbetts and I don’t know a thing about strategy. I’m sure we were frustrating to Billy. Still, it was great to know they were there. There is a comfort that comes going into a tight corner when you know the guy beside you.

Tebbetts is strong. Early in the race he was right on the front for multiple laps. Then on the final turn he was pushed off the course. He still recovered and came back to put pass me.

Billy is one competitive dude! This was his second race of the day, but when the line was in sight he wasn’t going to go down without a fight! It earned him an eighth place.

What can I say about Blair? He is the consummate promoter. It was obvious that the fast, flat Charleston course was right up his ally. The greatest thing about Blair was his excitement over the success of the team as a whole. I’m sure he’ll have a blog entry up at POACycling.com soon.

Final observation… I’m not a criterium racer. I don’t have the high end speed you need. The max the Quarq CinQo recorded was 1132 watts on a lap where we averaged 356 watts. I sure hope I get a chance at a couple of road races this year.

Excuse the long entry. It was really an exciting race for me. The whole weekend was a blast. Thanks POA Cycling Team!

POA Cycling Summer Series is back

Monday, April 13th, 2009

This post is currently out of date. Learn more about the POA Cycling Team and the team’s sponsored races at POACycling.com.

It might not be the same venue, but POA Cycling Summer Series is back in Greenville, South Carolina.  You think Blair had multiple configurations to work with at the BMW Test Track?  Let’s see what he’ll do with the tarmac at the old Greenville Municipal Stadium (otherwise known as the old Greenville Braves stadium).

The Web site for the event is up at the POA Cycling Web site.  Six races during the summer for $80.  Who says racing is getting too expensive?  Of course, Blair will be out there callin’ for the primes.

Good times on hot summer nights.  Check out the info on the site and then be sure to register.  Hmmmm, I wonder if I could get those wheels?

Just what the doctor ordered

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

I was wrong.  Last evening’s ride turned out to be great!  I didn’t even have that “I’m about to explode” feeling on the second lap.  I guess being a cyclist isn’t all bad.

This time I made it out to Donaldson Center with time to spare.  Everything was in order on my bike – I was sporting my new Quarq CinQo Saturn power meter.  I even had time to ride out on the course a bit before heading to the start to hand over my 5 bucks and get in line.

We rolled out and I counted at least 8 POA Cycling teammates in the group.  Actually, I believe it was nine.  It was good to see the spidey suits out in force.

I dropped immediately toward the back.  I had no idea how my body was going to respond to the effort.  Thankfully, on that first lap, though there was a group that went off the front, things went easily and everyone spun along to loosen up.

Even the second lap continued to be relatively laid back.  The speed did increase overall, but there weren’t any attacks that had me trying to hang on for dear life with my tongue hanging out.  I was proud of myself for staying about mid-pack to near the rear.  I made an effort to try to work as little as possible.

Coming into the third lap I began to pay more attention to my teammates and tried to stay in contact with at least one of them at any given time.  Since John has always been my “unofficial” coach, I kept an eye on him and basically mimicked what he did.  That was the best way I knew not to have him tell me I did something stupid during the ride.

The fourth lap arrived and I was feeling amazingly good.  It was time to start moving closer to the front – but not too close.  It was not time to start being a hero.  There were still 14 miles to go.

Then it arrived… the fifth lap.  A gap formed almost immediately.  I couldn’t tell exactly who from my team was around.  I thought we had one guy up in the break, but I wasn’t sure.  Louis and I moved toward the front and we tried to figure out how we were placed.

If we did have someone up in the break, I wasn’t in a big hurry to go after them.  They would have a better chance without the group swallowing them up.  Then I saw the rider I figured was out there coming back to us and looking over his shoulder waiting for the group to join him.

As we were going up the climb before the golf course, John really turned up the wick and I followed.  Before I knew it, I was on the front of the chase group.  I sensed I was on the point and people were happy to let me be there.  That wasn’t what I wanted.  I peeled off and sat up to let someone else come to the front.

Then I came up beside Randy and told him, “I’ll be glad to try to go all out and pull you to the break and then drop off.”  I knew if I did it, I wouldn’t be able to stay in the group.  However, I also knew we had no rider up there and Randy could give them a run for their money if I could just deliver him there with fresh enough legs.

Randy responded (sounding rather doubtful), “You can give it a try.”  So, I started up the remainder of the climb with Randy in tow.  This is when I wondered what the week off the bike would do to me.  I was either going to be really fresh and able to pull or I was going to be really weak and croak.

As I climbed toward the turn where the “club house” is two Barley riders came flying past me.  My first thought was that they were wanting to chase as well.  So, I got on one of the riders’ wheel.  He certainly didn’t keep up the pace he had when he passed me.  That should have been a sign.

Both riders kept a reasonable pace, but I wouldn’t call it a chase pace.  From behind I heard Randy say, “Move around these guys.”  I realized too late (rookie mistake) that those guys weren’t chasing.  Most likely they had a guy in the break and they were covering Randy and me.

So, I went around and started to hammer it.  Of course, by this time the entire peloton became the chase group.  Here I was once again asking myself, “What are you doing?”  This was not the plan for the evening!

Just as we reached the bottom of a downhill before starting up another roller, I knew I had to get out of the way or I was going to get run over.  I was out of juice.  As I moved to the left, I saw Randy continue forward.  I felt really awful that I was dumping him right at the bottom of a climb with him pulling the entire field!

As I hugged the yellow line, I kept waiting to see POA riders go by me.  Ah, there went a couple.  Hopefully, they would be able to get up there and help Randy out a bit.  Me?  I had shot my wad.  I did recover enough to jump on the back of the field for a bit, but I started to yo-yo and finally decided to just let them go.

The best part of the night was when I was unloading my bike from the car.  My legs felt sooooo good.  It was that comfortable soreness that comes from a good workout – tiredness that tells you you are going to sleep like a rock!

All those negative feelings from earlier in the day?

What negative thoughts?

Simple things and random sites

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Last night was one of those times when you learn to enjoy the simple things. I was finishing up my day expecting to get home, grab a bite to eat, and then head out to a meeting. However, my wonderful redhead decided that I would stay with the kids while she went to the meeting.

That allowed me to rush home from work and jump on the bike for a 40 minute ride with some of my teammates. Samantha, Joey, Matt, and I had a good time making several laps around Cleveland Park. I even had a chance to uncork a couple of time on two of the climbs and clocked a power max of just under 1200 watts.

But mostly it was just a pleasure to spin around the park at about 120 watts. I would hate to do that by myself, but when you are with good friends it makes all the difference. Thanks, ya’ll!

And… now… for… RANDOM SITE OF THE DAY!

I have a horrible time remembering all the parts of a bicycle. I’m sure I’ve made my mechanic friends chuckle more than once when I called a part something other than what it was… “It is the dohickie that is making the rattling sound.”

Well, no more… I happened upon “The Parts Of A Bicycle Nomenclature Names.” Say what? Oh, just go look at this page: http://www.jimlangley.net/wrench/bicycleparts.html.

You cyclists have fun out there at Donaldson tonight. I have the meeting and the wife is staying with the kids. I won’t be able to join you.

Okay, that just looked weird

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

I headed out to Donaldson Center a little late.  The bike came out of the car in a rush.  The helmet got slapped on my head and the shoes on my feet.  The tires were just going to have to make the ride on the air I had put in the night before.  I DID NOT want to get left behind by the A group.

The group was just finishing up listening to the announcements as I pulled my bike up to the front.  After having a few seconds to say hello to some of the riders around me, we heard that wonderful sound of “click. click. click.” as riders mounted their bikes for a fun 35 mile ride around Perimeter Road.  The weather was beautiful and the group was large.

There was a good contingent of POA Cycling riders in the group and as we began the ride we took some time to catch up a bit.  This was great, but I was a little uncomfortable.  It wasn’t because of the guys.  It was because of the bike.

This was only the second ride on the road for me and the Giant TCR Advanced.  My muscle memory was still treating this new bike like the Specialized Tarmac Pro.  With the Tarmac, my movements could be rather abrupt and the reaction of the bike would soften my actions.

With the TCR each movement would cause a quick reaction.  Now, that isn’t a bad thing — it is a good thing.  The only problem is I needed to learn this new bike and riding in tight formation is not a comfortable thing when you are unfamiliar with the sted you are astride!  I didn’t want to take out my teammates!

I drifted to the back to avoid being a danger to anyone and stayed there for about a lap and a half until I started to not think about how the bike felt and movements became more of a second nature.  By the end of the second lap, I wasn’t thinking about the bike anymore.

Well, except for one thing.  I had ridden the first lap in the small ring.  When I moved up to the big ring I started having all kinds of trouble with the chain slipping.  My cables must have stretched and shifting was a mess!

On the second and third lap I was fighting the gearing.  I would shift for climbing and could not get power because the chain kept slipping.  The group would gap me and then I would have to work to catch back on.  Finally, I found that if I rode the big ring and stayed in about three of my smaller rear gears, I could avoid the slippage.

Going into the fourth lap, I was feeling pretty good.  As we came by the golf course and started up the next climb, I noticed an attack.  I moved to cover it because it was a rather large group and I did not want them to get away.  For a bit I dangled near the rear just to look back and see I had the main field right behind me.

At this point I realized that the next lap was going to see a pick up in speed.  If I was in the same state I was in at this point, I was going to get killed.  So, I eased up and moved over to let the field come by.  I figured I could recover a bit and then work my way back to the front.

A little over half the field came by when John James passed me and said, “Stay up here.”  I was feeling better by this point, so I moved back into the group and decided to work my way back up to John.  By the time we reached the fire station, I was able to tap John’s back to let him know I was there.

The bad news at that point was that while my lungs and quads were feeling good, my right calve muscle was twitching on that final climb.  I was able to spin through it and as we passed the start finish line, I was thinking things were looking good.  Maybe my first Donaldson Center ride of the year would be a good one!

As we made the first turn after the start finish line, I heard John say, “Let’s go!”  He took off and I just hung onto his wheel.  By the time we reached the golf course we had reached the front of the field.  Hey!  If I could just be smart here, I would have a really good finish!

Just about that time the cramp returned.  This time with a vegence!  As we made the sweeping left hander by the golf course, my calve just pretty much locked up.  I couldn’t spin out of it.  My ankle wouldn’t bend!  I motioned that I was moving to the right and unclipped so I could try to shake it out.

The entire field moved past me.  I tried to catch back on up the climb and into the next right turn.  It was no use.  I was right on the edge of another one of those cramps.  Then the same thing started on the left leg.  It was weird!  I could look down at my leg and actually see the cramp “rolling” up my calve muscles.

I just had to get out of this big ring!  I dropped the chain once, but was able to pull it back on without stopping.  I did my best to keep from locking up the muscles again and by the time I reached the railroad track, I was putting out about 280 watts again.  Still, all the way to the car, I could feel that “just about to seize” feeling.

Overall, it was a good ride.  I checked my numbers and the ride at Donaldson Center took more work than my 4th place finish at River Falls earlier this month!  If I can hang out around the front of the pack going around Donaldson this year, I don’t think I’ll have too much trouble being there at the end of a Category 4 race.

My take aways? 1) I have simply got to hydrate more leading up to the ride.  Sure, drinking during the ride is good, but I need to have it in my system as well. 2) Patience.  It was obvious that I pretty much could have conserved a lot of energy and still been there at the end.  The fact that John pulled me all the way to the front from near the back proves that.  That move to bridge the gap was actually a stupid one.

On the positive side, I ended up feeling very comfortable and happy with the handling of the bike.  I just need to have a tune-up — which is to be expected.  I also worked through those times when it feels like you are going to explode and then you come out on the other side feeling ready to take on the world.  Without the cramp I was in a very good position for a front of the pack finish.

Maybe next time.

My bike, the psychiatrist

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

My mind was feeling the strain of one of those days when the various aspects of my life come pushing in from all sides.  So many responsibilities and obligations were beginning to pile up around me.  Opportunities were presented with expectations from those offering and yet the future seems so uncertain it is hard to know what to grab hold of and what to let go.

I needed to ride.

I put on my POA Cycling kit for the first time, prepped my bike, and then pushed it out to the driveway.  It was around 35 degrees, but the Hincapie leg and arm warmers had me feeling just fine.  It might be cold, but the wind wasn’t bad and the sun was shinning.  This could be therapeutic.

The ride could only last an hour because the beautiful redhead needed to head to play rehearsal and it was my job to watch the kids.  So, I set out at a fast clip to get in an hour.  That would give me time to ride to Cleveland Park, do several laps, and then home.

At first it really did feel great.  I have to say, with my new kit, I looked pretty good as well!  Before long, I was doing my laps.

That is when things changed.  Once again my legs started to feel tight — just as they did the last time I rode.  Then I found it hard to breathe.  It was as though I was gulping in loads of air, but not getting much oxygen.  Of course, the fact that it was nearly freezing might have had something to do with it.

To compound things, there was phlegm in my throat that I just couldn’t seem to clear causing me to not be able to get a good rhythm for breathing.  I felt as though I had no power at all and was sputtering to a stop.  This therapy was about to send me to a therapist!

The thing that was coming to my mind was the negative thought about how the time off the bike due to my surgery was putting me way behind where I thought I would be right now.  How was I going to be able to compete if I was riding like this?  I was going to be spit out the back and embarrass myself in my first Category 4 race.

Then I stopped to think.  Why was I doing this?  I enjoy racing, but I love riding.  Race to have the opportunity to ride.  Don’t ride just to stay fit for your next race.  Just ride.  If you do, the racing and results will come.  With my competitive nature I have to make sure I don’t let the enjoyment of racing kill my love of riding.

I rode out of the park with a whole new mindset.  It actually gave me a spring in my stroke and a calmness in my mind.  I can only do what I can do.  That is true on my bike and off of it.  Do the things I love and let that passion enthuse me during those times when the going gets tough.  Don’t beat yourself up when you sometimes get spit out the back.

Just keep pedaling.

The Assault has my number

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

Yesterday was a pretty good day.  I learned I am in the second wave of the Assault on Mt. Mitchell and also picked up my kits for POA Cycling.  Now, I just need to be allowed to ride my bike!

My number for the Assault is 194.  This places me in the second wave that leaves at 6:31 AM – only one minute after the first wave.  This second wave has riders in it that are planning on finishing in 5 to 6 hours as well as those aiming for a 6 to 7 hour finish (my group).

This takes care of one of my concerns as I plan to arrive at the summit in around 6 hours.  I know from experience that one of the keys to a good time is to make it to Marion as quickly as possible.  Of course, that means you have to go fast.

Going fast is fine, but doing that by yourself would wear you out before you have a chance to start climbing the mountain.  You have to be in a group.  For me, I need to be in a group of riders that is as fast or preferably faster than myself.

Once I get to Marion, I really don’t care as much about whom I am riding with.  I plan to set my pace that works best for me.  It is all about the start.  The fact I will be able to start with guys aiming to make it up there closer to 5 hours, gives me great comfort — even if I won’t be one of them.

Looking at my group, the only rider name I recognize is Chris Gundling. I figure he is one of those guys aiming for a finish between 5 and 6 hours.  I’m going to look him up before the start and stay with him for as long as my bird legs can manage it!

If I can make it to Marion in close to 3 hours, then I think I stand a real good chance to finish the ride in 6 hours.  Last year I finished in 7:15 and spent 1:30 minutes off the bike.  A lot of that was because I had never ridden it before and did not want to get in over my head.  Now that I have completed it and can better plan, I’m feeling pretty confident.

Another thing I plan to do is make sure I carry enough water on my bike to allow me to reach Marion.  Last year I dropped a bottle and was forced to stop.  That caused me to lose the group and battle into the campground pretty much alone.

Now, to those who will say, “But it isn’t a race!”  I agree.  I am not out there to beat anyone. As a matter of fact, none of the guys trying to get a good time on the ride could do so alone.  It is one of the things that makes the ride special.  The more you suffer together, the less you suffer individually.  Someone will be the first to cross the line, but it won’t be because he pulled the whole way from Spartanburg!

No, I do not see this as a race.  I am simply trying to reach a goal I have set for myself.  I really don’t care what “place” I come in.  I just want to be among that group that can say they did the ride in 6 hours.  For other people their goals may be different — a nice long social ride enjoying every sag stop, making it to the top with a buddy and crossing the line together, or any other goal.

It is all good.  The only things that would be bad are actions by riders that would put others in danger.  I want us all to make it to the top.

In site news, the trends here at LowCadence.com are looking better every week.  Sure, lots of people came to see me try to kill myself, but it isn’t just that.  The traffic has been steadily growing and I am very thankful to all of you who come to read about this beginning rider.

Good news in the bad

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

I started riding my road bike back in 2006.  My big goal was to ride the Assault on Mt. Mitchell.  Racing wasn’t a part of the picture at that time.

Then I started riding regularly with the guys at Sunshine Cycle Shop on their Saturday morning Hour of Power rides.  All through that first year of riding, I was regularly trashed by those guys.  However, I started getting a little better and by October of 2007, I agreed to join my friend David McQuaid in the traditional Fall for Greenville downtown criterium.

It was my first race and I signed up as an “unattached” rider.  That meant I was not a part of an organized race team.  I ended up crashing out of that race with a dislocated pinkie – what is it about me and my pinkie fingers?  However, the bug had taken a big bite.

2008 rolled around with a new goal on my mind – winning the October race.  Sure, I still had as my primary goal climbing Mt. Mitchell, but that October crit was now personal.  I joined the Greenville Spinners Bicycle Racing Team and, as Mike McMillan put it, officially “came over to the dark side of cycling.”

The GSBRT is a great way to get into bicycle racing.  Basically, you just need to be a member of the Greenville Spinners club and fork over the money for a kit.  Unfortunately for me, I joined a little too late and all that was available was the jersey.

While on the team I got a seventh place in my first race.  My second race was a third place finish.  Hey, this was fun!  I then came back down to earth with my worse finish of the year with an 18th.  After coming in third in the South Carolina Road Racing Championship for my category, there was no turning back!  That October, I hit back at the crit with my first ever win.

So, needless to say, I was looking forward to 2009.  I would have the new challenge of racing in a new category, but that was a challenge I welcomed.  The first Spring Series race was going to be on my birthday and I have watched my power profile trend up the last couple of weeks.  It was going to be a big day.

Then I had my accident – once again the pinkie.

While sitting here under the influence of my medication, I got a call from Blair LaMarche, manager of POA Cycling.  He was extending me an invitation to join the team for 2009.  For me, that is just awesome!

This means I will be on the same team as several riders who were instrumental in stirring my competitive juices.  John James, Billy White, Luis Sanchez, and I have spent many hours together riding in northern Greenville county.  Then Joey Sullivan and Matt Tebbetts became my brothers-in-battle as we traveled across the country together during the Challenge to Conquer Cancer ride.  Besides, I think they have some pretty cool kits!

Now, I’m really wanting to get out there Saturday.  I can wait a little longer though.  There certainly is more to look forward to.

Thanks Spinners for a great ride.  POA, I’m looking forward to a great future.