Troy Classic

Because of the dearth of Michigan racing this month, we made the decision to venture into Ohio to see how it is done in the land of the nut. Troy is one of Dayton's bedroom communities located about ten miles north. The race course is situated right in center of town featuring multiple turns. The last turn before the finish is on a traffic circle that orbits the city's water fountain. It was a very cool setting with amazingly smooth pavement. No potholes but there was some hot tar that had to be negotiated.

James and Abby rode the junior race at noon. Abby won and James took third. It was already smokin' hot by the time they hit the course. James crashed on the tar his last time by the fountain on his way to the sprint. He looked very, very good against two very fast racers his own age. It's a shame he went down because he was seriously in the hunt for a win.

The cat 3's & 4's went off around 2pm. By then it was even hotter. We lined up myself, Giff, Steve and Craig in a 50-60 rider field. From the whistle I hammered for the first lap shooting to the front by the first turn. I get some kind of primal thrill out of this. There have been so many races when I go out easy and some dude throws down the hammer and I am sort of taken aback by it. Nerves are frayed at the beginning of the race and you don't know what to expect and that initial attack leaves me feeling out of control. Jumping out there and doing it to everyone else gives me some kind of psychological boost. It must look crazy but I think it helps clear my head.

The race is sort of blur to me now. I stayed at the front trying like heck to get away. It was tough though. There were a few opportunities but nothing would stick. Not knowing most of those OH racers didn't help either. I was in a good position to take an opportunistic prime at about the midpoint. I was sitting about five riders back and no one was jumping. It wasn't my first choice but I decided I should take a shot and just keep going. I missed the prime by a wheel but got a gap. One rider followed but again, nothing.

One of the riders who always seemed to be at the front was this rider from "Mortgage Cycle". At least that was what was written on his rear. He had the physique of a bike racer but he lacked the all important ability to not run into stuff. On one occasion, he came out of the traffic circle and very nearly clipped the curb with me on his wheel. Close one. Later, he did something very similar at another corner, again, with me on his wheel. This time he apologized. These close calls didn't impact my race they only reminded me how close I was to a really spectacular crash with stretchers and ambulances, etc.. His third gaff cost me the race. I was in the groove feeling great and heading into the last half of the last one mile lap three wheels back. When I have a great chance at a win I can feel it. I don't know what it is but I can just feel it. Maybe it is fifty minutes of evaluating the field,my legs, reserves, position, etc., and just knowing I have a great chance. Well, Mortgage Cycle was right in front of me, again, and he had a problem making a right hander just before the traffic circle and the finishing straight. This ended up forcing me toward the barricade on the outside of the turn. It looked like I was going to crash. Brakes, swerve, riders go by and my great chance has just turned to dust. I don't know how many went by but there had to be at least ten riders in front of me now and I had just lost five to ten mph. The only thing I could do was to jump as hard as I could and try and take back as much as possible. I risked it going through the traffic circle by keeping the speed up then hit the sprint. I recorded 1214 watts max power and crossed the line in fourth place. At the time, I had no idea how I did. I was so gassed it took half a lap to catch my breath. When the results came out I was fairly pleased.

Giff was right behind me in seventh (?). For much of the race Giff was up front trying to do the same thing as me so we were sort of tag-teaming. He would go for the break and I would block then we would switch up. Craig took a crack at it also. The average speed was around 26mph for the entire race making an escape difficult with so few team mates in the field.

We stayed for the 1/2/3 race which was awesome. It was 50 laps or around 55 miles in 90F heat. Chris and Tony signed up for the race. Tony finished with the pack and Chris cracked the top 15!

Not Feeling it...again

We came home Sunday night after the MS150 and attempted to turn the water back on in the house. When we did, the valve froze. Sunday night and the first valve after water enters the house from the city freezes up. Not good. Call the plumber, call the city, pray a little and by 1100pm we had water again and a $230 bill.

I was up by 0400am to fly a full day. The flight attendant asked how I was doing around 2pm and I told her I was wide awake but it was artificial. That night I got to bed at midnight then up early to get BB to his annual physical by 850 am. Basically, I was cooked. In spite of this I went to crit practice and got shredded. It was just plain ugly. So, I rested yesterday and went out to Willow for some work with one of my athletes today in the heat. Geez it was hot. My watch said 92F but it didn't feel a degree over 95F.

I rode 3 x 15's and felt pretty good in spite of the heat. My power file looked pretty good so I think I am back. Tomorrow it is back to work so I am off to bed now.

2008 Mid-Michigan MS-150

Sixteen years ago Jean was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and for the last seven years we have been involved with the MS-150 fund raiser. For the first few years Jean did the fund raising and I did the riding. She stayed home and I went off for a weekend of bikes and dorm rooms. A few years back we decided to do this mid-Michigan ride together, in a sense. She does volunteer work and I do the riding. We stay in air conditioned hotel rooms and enjoy some time away just the two of us, well, the two of us alone in a crowd of 600-800 bike riders.

So, again this year, we began our trip in Fenton at the gala Holiday Inn Express. We once again dined next door at Lucky's. From here we ventured into uncharted territory and went to see "Hancock" at the local theater. Pretty funny movie if you haven't seen it. We both gave it two thumbs up. From there, over to Cold Stone then back to the room to prepare the equipment for the next day.

I left the hotel at 630am for the ride out location about five miles from the hotel. First thing after waking up I called up the radar on my Blackberry and to my horror saw a huge area of rain that was moving towards the route. This highly motivated me to get it in gear and head for East Lansing.

I was one of the first riders out at 650am. After passing a few riders I was out in front and all alone. This is nice since you don't have to endure as much from drivers frustrated by the delays the riders cause. I had to recycle coffee at the second rest stop and ran into Kevin there. (Kevin is the rider who is paralyzed on one side of his body.) The stop was min time and I was back on the road in five minutes.

After a couple of turns I looked back and saw a rider gaining on me. "No way", I said to myself. I had been riding a steady 250 watts which isn't hammer, hammer effort but a steady zone 3. How could this dude catch me? He must have been killing it to close me down.

Getting caught by a strong rider is all good since there is the possibility that we could share the riding effort and get to the dorm all that much quicker. I asked him if he wanted to ride together and he said, "Sure." We hit it and rode through off and on rain the rest of the way to East Lansing making it in before all other riders. Yes, I can honestly say we "won" the MS150! Well, stage 1 at least.

This guy was so darn strong I lobbied for two days to get him on our race team. I nick-named him "The Rocket" and believe me it is a fitting one.

Jean worked the rider check in at the dorm while I cleaned the bike and got us set up at the hotel. After Jean got off work, we melted into this incredible bed at the Marriott. I stay at Marriott hotels all the time but this bed was crazy, insane comfortable. I fell into a deep sleep that left me drowsy for about an hour after I stumbled back into consciousness.

Next up, we went back to the dorm and enjoyed mediocre food and a wonderful presentation by folks who have had to deal with an diagnosis of MS. While the program was great, I found the conduct of some of my fellow riders disturbing. MS is serious business but it isn't important enough for many to even lower their voices in conversation. There was an air of callousness and insensitivity that made me wonder if the only thing these people were here for was a bike ride. I suppose many were but come on, at least pretend you care about the cause.

Next day, I met up with the Rocket and we smoked the course for 100 miles. We averaged 21.6 mph. It was incredible, crazy and windy. On the face of it, it looked like we would have lots of tailwind but the straight distance from E. Lansing to Fenton is only about 50 miles. We milked 100 out of it so that means a whole lot of zigging and zagging. We rode against a direct 25 mph crosswind for what seemed like half the day. You just couldn't find a wind break no matter what you did. When it seemed like you were there the wind would gust and power output would spike to over 300 watts. Going downwind was just a riot though as we would average over 30 mph.

Overall, the trip was awesome and I look forward to next year. If you don't do these rides consider joining me next year. I promise a challenge and a cause to celebrate.

Best Training Ride of the Year

Yes it's true, I am going to write about a training ride. Not just any training ride but the best of the year. I rolled out last night to get in 3 x 15 LT's. I spent the day rolling paint in the basement and really didn't feel much like riding. That is, until I actually got myself out on the road.

I spun to a subdivision around here that is a perfect 2.5 mile circle with two stop signs that I can almost always blow without any cars in view. After a few warm up intervals I hit the first 15 minute interval. My target power of 285 seemed incredibly easy. I said to myself, "Don't get excited Darrell...it always starts like this. Be patient, you'll feel terrible within five minutes guaranteed." Well five minutes came and I felt very fresh like I was in zone 2. Hmmm. Heart rate is at 166 bpm, speed is around 25 mph, that means I must be doing something here, right? I decided that legs that felt this good had to be put to better use than 3 x 15's so I decided I would do 4 x 15's. But isn't that selling good legs short? No, let there be 3 x 20's because I can shorten the ride by 5 minutes and get home before dark. Yes, 3 x 20's it is.

As I cranked along, doubt kept creeping into my mind, "Easy so far but your power will probably fall off by the last interval and you'll be hurting like a dog." Not so. My power held rock steady at 285 watts and I rode home a content bike racer.

I lost a lot of form when I went on those two trips early in the season. My power certainly faded but I do believe things are coming back now. Old legs, sleepless nights and global travel form a toxic mix for the bike racer.
For those of you in the EKH fan club, look who took her down at the Liberty Classic in Philadelphia! Way to go Kacey!! Must have been a hot one.

Important Safety Tip!!!

Hey all, make sure you check out Josh Tarrant's blog and the loss of his pinky finger. Be careful out there!!

Wolverine TT Report

We received word Saturday that the course would be changed racing to Middlebelt and back three times. Long story short, the water drained off the road and the original course was back on.

The course was wet and a little muddy. Everyone coming in looked like they had been in a cyclocross race.

My race went well. I felt no wind riding to Nankin but after the turn around it seemed like I was getting a good push. (Big Ray told me that it is actually slightly downhill on this section.) About four miles into the effort, my fancy new aero water bottle departed my bike. I felt something hit my leg then the bottle was jettisoned. My first thought was, "Can keep my time down with no water?" To make matters worse, I hadn't had a sip out of that bottle. After the second turn around I noticed some headwind. I struggled a little on this leg against the wind. I knew I just had to hang in there and keep my speed up because I was going to fly on the way back to the finish. After the last turn around I picked up the tailwind and proceeded downhill to Helms. My bike computer said 27.2 mph average by the time I was going under Telegraph Rd on the final stretch. I switched my computer back to elapsed time and I realized this number couldn't be correct. That speed would have me finishing around 55 minutes, I think and I was definitely going beyond that. Anyway, I hammered up to 400 watts to the finish and ended up with a 56:51 good for first in the cat 3's and sixth overall.

My normative power was 285 watts up 5 watts from the previous weeks effort. That small amount of added power doesn't account for the almost one minute off the earlier effort. The difference maker was the aero wheel I borrowed from Mike Sackett. He loaned me his Bontrager Aeolus. Thanks Mike!!

James "Bike Boy" Anderson had a rough go of it in his bid for a State title. He believes he was told to go "1 lap" but he understood that to mean one lap on the new course. When he got to the turn around there was no water and no turn around so he kept going. Eventually he became concerned that he missed and he turned before the official turn around. When he came in around :29 I knew something was messed up. We asked for and were granted another try so James went out a second time an hour and a half after his first effort. That effort yielded a 32:48. At the end of the day he was DQF'd. We learned a few more lessons through all of this.

My gentle sweet little girl, Abby, rode her first TT in wet muddy conditions and won! She is the champion!

Hines Report

I rode Hines Drive with the AAVC juniors today and can report massive flooding at Middlebelt that is completely covering the road. The river that runs adjacent to the road is overflowing its banks onto Hines. April Yerge rode through and the water was up to her bottom bracket. She also reported a rather large silver fish that was keeping pace just in front of her!

April spoke with the race director who informed her that the race will go on. The course and distance may be adjusted but the race will proceed nonetheless.

40K Effort

After Jr. practice today I put in a 40K at Willow on the Black Widow. She was feeling frisky even though I dressed her in her SL's instead of aero wheels. We turned in a and 30:15 for the Willow TT distance of six laps on our way to a 57:46 for 40K . With some rest this week, the aero wheels and the adrenalin rush, I hope to see something better at the Wolverine. Fingers crossed!

Calling all Michigan racers!!

So it is looking like the month of July will see no racing in Michigan. There are several races in OH, IN and IL so let's take our show on the road. James and I are going to go down to Troy, OH to race the Troy Criterium on July 19. We are looking at the Chicago Criterium on July 27. If you have any other suggestions post them up in the comments section.

The week in progress...

Tuesday night - crit practice was crash free! Our team continues to work on lead-outs with varied success. Who knew this tactic took so much work? It all looks good on paper and when you work on it in non-race situations but through in a little oxygen deprivation and race confusion and it gets difficult. Looking over the power file, I chased for 10 minutes at 350 watts. That's a first for me. 350 has been a 4-5 minute power in the past.

Wednesday - Kensington was my training ground this day. Poor form to go hard again after the effort at Runway the night before but it was my only opportunity to train on that course this week. Force is my weakness. It is my weakness not because I cannot produce significant force on the hills but because repeated efforts almost always leads to the dreaded muscle cramps. I put in 70 miles again over 13 laps and normalized 242 watts. This is down from my power the last time out but I think the previous night's workout beat me up pretty badly. My heart rate would not elevate much over 160 bpm.

Thursday - BB really wanted to do the AAVC group ride. I didn't. Soooooo tired. We spent the afternoon in the Wayne State University area touring the Detroit Historical Museum while Jean did up the DIA. I am on vacation this week so we thought it would be nice to do some vacation type stuff locally. We met up with the group at Forsythe Middle School in AA. Thankfully, Rich wanted to lead the boys on some pace-lining work which meant no hammer-hammer. We took it easy riding to Chelsea. My heart rate was steady at 100-110 bpm which was good. Coming back down Dexter-Chelsea, Blaire cranked it up and we all followed. That was fun after the long ride at such low effort. Alexey and James dove up the pace on Joy Rd. along with Steven Christy then again on Zeeb. Once we hit HRD again, our pace line went a little anaerobic until we hit Foster hitting speeds close to 30 mph steady. This is always fun. There is nothing like flying along at those speeds in a group that can sustain.

I know what you're thinking...riveting! What do you want for nothing?

On the news front, I will be passing on Rockford. It was a hard decision but the 330pm start forced the issue. I had to choose which race was more important. If the TT were first that would have allowed me to do the crit. As it is, racing hard at 330pm then driving home, reloading and heading out to Hines early on Sunday would have certainly taken away from my season goal to ride :57. As it is, I have no idea what I am capable of at this point. BB and I will be at Willow tomorrow and I will attempt a 40K then. It will be without the aid of my brand new Ritchey Carbon wheels. I broke the front wheel at Allen Park last Saturday. This was the 4th time the wheel had been ridden. The tire didn't lose pressure and the wheel is hardly out of true. With all this, Ritchey wants $350 + shipping for the repair! Just a word to all of you out there, Ritchey wheels are cheap but they are obviously fragile and it seems Ritchey is not ready to acknowledge this. Buyer beware. I will probably have them do the repair but the wheels will be restricted to TT use...what a shame. I am going to apply for a Zipp sponsorship in the Fall. If that goes through perhaps I can get some 404's for next season and sell the Ritchey's.

Video

James and I hope to get some video up of Allen Park today. Bear with us as we fight for some time to get that done.

Weekend Summary

My blog has become an addendum to BikeBoy's. He covers all our happenings, includes pictures and does it all with superior quality.

Allen Park Crit
We spent most of the day with the crew at the race. Our whole family came with James, Abby and myself racing. Maria is on crutches and Jean was selling baked goods to raise funds for MS.

James and Alexey dazzled us with an entertaining junior race. They had a plan, executed it and lapped the 15-18 field. It really boiled down to two breaks. James sprung Alexey who formed up with Rudy Peterson. Later, James got away with a Maple Leaf rider. The problem for James was his breakaway partner had no interest in working with him. He sat on his wheel the whole time. James slowed then attacked but he just couldn't shake him. It was a good learning experience for him. He'll see this kid again and I think the the wheel sucking will make a re-appearance. I hope Aldo hears about this so he can straighten him out. If he makes that move too much, he can forget about anyone working with him in the future. He'll either reform or sit in the pack.

James got pipped at the line for 4th place. Alexey out sprinted Rudy for first. Overall, I thought they worked well together and got results.

I raced the 45+ and cat 3. I managed to get in a four man break in the 45+ that stayed away. We lapped most of the field except for a break that included two of my team mates. They entered their bell lap just as we hit the finishing straight. Our alliance held until the last lap when Terry Bandstra attacked. I jumped onto his wheel but he let up. From that point on I was on the front and I just let up. No one wanted to go so I was content to slow the pace and wait. It seemed that things were really lining up because I felt fresh and I would take the inside line on the last turn. The turn came and went and I jumped into the sprint and won! It is always a gas to win a race, even a practice race so this was nice.

The 35+ race came next so I laid down and drank fluids until I had to go to the "Honey Bucket". (No small feat by the way. It took considerable effort to get enough fluids down to make that happen.) The cat 3 race was fast and furious as every race has been this year. There were a few breaks but nothing has stuck this year with regard to criteriums. I was off for a lap or two with Chris Aten, a Maple Leaf and one other dude. We got reeled in pretty quickly. I wasn't very confident that I would be able to finish well. I have sort of a bad track record when doing two crits especially when the first one was a cooker. The second race usually ends up in some fabulous muscle cramps. I was cramping at the end but only when I stood up, so, I didn't jump or sprint. My goal was to help with the lead out. We couldn't get together so I grabbed Eric Hinderager and led him to the finish. It was a very long lead out for my tired legs but I gave him every last bit in the tank. It was good enough to get him around the last turn to the finish in 2nd place. It was at this point that an adjacent rider had his foot come out of his pedal and swerve disrupting Eric's sprint. He ended up taking 5th but after looking at the video, things might have looked different if the pedal thing didn't happen. Oh well, that's bike racing. Our team fared well with Giff finishing 7th and Chris in 10th. That means we had two riders in the money!

Bikes

I have always loved riding my bike. When I was a kid my parents bought me a Western Flyer with a big banana seat and one speed. That bike was sweet! On one occasion, we had every kid in the neighborhood take part in a mass start race from one end of our street to the other. It was my good fortune to make an early move that worked and Brian Oddy and I were off to the 1-2 finish. When we were clear we looked back and the entire field went down in a massive pile-up. Just as we were sneaking a peak, my brother, I kid you not, rode over the pile of boys and bikes!! It is true! He didn't go down but simply rode over the pile like it was a hill. At the bottom of the pile lay Brian Owens whose family had moved to our city from Kentucky. He didn't believe in wearing shirts, shoes or socks. Helmets weren't even invented yet. Brian Oddy and I rode back after our sprint to witness Brian Owens' older brother tearing bikes away from the pile and pulled out his bloody little brother from the choicest spot. It was a sorry sight but he was okay. Some road rash here and there along with a bruise or two.

My family moved to Grosse Ile when I was entering 5th grade. We moved to a street that was a short dead end and unpaved. In our old neighborhood, we had kids everywhere but not so in the new digs. Instead of big mass start races, I turned to touring and bike jumping. I jumped everything I could. We had ditches so that was a natural choice. It was tough because you had to use a driveway to get enough speed up to make it. Directly across the street from us was a house with a concrete wall on the house side of the ditch. Eventually, I summoned up the courage to make an attempt. Grosse Ile was nice for riding around. I remember loading up an army backpack with a bag of potato chips and riding from my house to the airport at the end of the island.

As I became a teenager, the Western Flyer was replaced by an oversized Schwinn 10 speed. It was way too big for me but I loved it all the same. I rode it everywhere. It was my car. My friends and I would venture off the island and ride to Dearborn or Metro airport. Crazy. My parents didn't have a clue where I was.

Once I got my drivers license bikes moved to the back burner. It wasn't until I went to work for Ford that I had opportunity to rent bikes in cool cities and tear around checking things out. I rented a bike in Seattle and rode everywhere. I took a ferry to Bainbridge Island and rode all over. On another trip, I rode from Washington National Airport to Mt. Vernon and back.

My wife bought me a comfort bike when I as in my late 30's. I had about 1800 miles on that bike when she bought me my first road bike a Trek 2200. That bike served me well until I broke the chain, ripped the rear deraillure off and cracked the drop-out. I'll never forget how bad it felt to not have a bike. It was a month or so when I was trying to get some love from Trek and trying to convince my wife that I should get a new bike. She gave me her blessing eventually and I bought a Litespeed Solano which became my first race bike.

These are thoughts that were going through my head today as I put in 70 miles at Kensington. The first 50 miles were so much fun. Temperature was right where I like it. Warm to hot and humid. I felt terrific and the miles were just melting away. My goal was to ride hard to prepare for Maillot Juane road race. Last year I cramped on that course so I wanted to do some training on similar terrain. From mile 50 to mile 70 the fun evaporated and it became a suffer-fest. On the last climb of the last lap I cramped! Talk about great timing. It was a good one too. My right hammy and quad went simultaneously. My normalized power was 262 watts over three hours and twenty five minutes giving me an average of 20.3 mph. The park road that goes by the neutral zone is all blocked off so I rode the course to the round-about, turned around and re-joined the course. It took 13 laps to get to 69 miles so it was 13 times up Snot Hill. I hate that thing. It is by far the worst that course has to offer. If anyone wants to join me week after next let me know. Except for rest weeks, I plan on doing this mileage or more every week between now and MJ.

What's Happening

I rode the MS150 over the weekend with Giff, Zach & Bikeboy. With extra miles due to a wrong turn, we ended Saturday's ride after 110 miles. BB worked his tail off riding in zone 3 for most of the day. We had the powertap on him set to average with our goal of keeping him under 120 watts. We finished the day with him at 123 watts average but this ended up being 144 watts normative meaning he really did a zone 3 century. No wonder he didn't want to get out of bed the next day! The second day we chose to do the 75 mile course to which BB gave his enthusiastic approval.

Last Friday I rolled the Black Widow out for 3 x 20's and man was it nasty. I felt like I was wrestling the bike the whole time. My power output was not good and my shoulders hurt. Yesterday I took the sled out again to do 4 x 15's and was very pleased to see my power more stable and my heart rate significantly lower at my assigned power. It was actually kind of fun as I felt much more like a part of the bike instead of an opponent. My plan is to continue to ride the Widow at least 2-3 times per week to get it all dialed in. One season goal I have is to ride the Wolverine 40K in 57 minutes or lower. It will be very hard to do this but I am more confident today than I was after Friday's workout that it could happen. Heck, after Friday I was beginning to doubt I could slip under 60 minutes.

Vanderkitten Strikes Again

I know I shouldn't hang out with these people but what can I say??? I'm a fan.

Memorial Day Weekend - Frankenmuth/Gaslight

Note to self...remember to use your 11/23 cassette next year at Frankenmuth. Note to self...work harder at your position in those big field crits.

I write these things so that the first thing I see next year as I re-read this post in prep for those races are these little pearls of wisdom.

Frankenmuth was a blast this year. We are still feeling out this field not knowing what is coming next. This year we lined up Zach, Joe, DMO, John Burrows, Scott, Tony and myself. As at every race this year, I liked our team and our chances. This course is 62 miles and pancake flat. The only real feature is the wind as it sweeps across the farm fields.

I had a pre race dilemma whether or not to use my carbon wheels or my powertap. Performance over data. I chose performance and I am glad I did because I found my powertap wheel flattened when I came back to the car. If I would have used it I would have flatted fo' sho'!!

From the start two super strong mountain bikers flew off the front and stayed away for quite some time. They both seemed very strong and were very active most of the race. After that first flurry of activity things settled down. Attacks started coming again on the second lap, I think. It all sort of blurs together but I think it was on the second lap when a couple of little acts of aggression led to a break. I was involved in at least one that looked very promising to me. We six strong riders working together and I thought it had possibilities. Now that I think about it, this may have been the third lap, whatever. Anyway, the field would have none of it and the composition of the break wasn't good enough to overcome their chase.

Before I go any farther I want to honor Joe L.. He admits his endurance is lacking at this point in the season. In spite of this he performed a role on our team that was very helpful for us. He went to the front and attacked over and over again drawing strong riders out of the field and elevating the pace and weakening the field. I love his work ethic and his teamwork. He could hang out in the pack and finish the race but he chooses to be a player and use what he has to impact the race for our team! All I can say is, thank you Joe! As we were racing along at this point I mentioned to one of my team mates that Joe is our MVP in my book to that point in the race. It is hard to order someone to attack knowing they will be burning matches that could help them to a better placing. No one needs to ask Joe. He filled the same role at Gaslight on Monday. That is how you race my friends.

Anyway, there really isn't much more to it. Just like last year the decisive move came on the last lap in the last 10 miles. Jimmy Minema surprised us when he rolled off the front and stayed away. We knew he was strong but we had no idea how strong he was. We went to the front and started working to bring him in. Zach, DMO, myself, Lupe Martinez and a couple of other strong riders working together failed to bring him back. Had I known what I know now, I NEVER, would have let that move go unchallenged. He was all by his lonesome out there after riding 52 miles weathering countless attacks. He must have been struggling, right? One must must also give much credit to his Bissel team mates from Florida Shawn Hebb and Joe Hess. While Jimmy was off the front, his team mates were right there working to obstruct out chase. Even so, our chase should have been more effective. There were moments when I stepped up the pace to something more but I ended up gapping my fellow chasers. I think we all had the mentality that we wouldn't catch the Jimmy so we were looking to preserve some gas for our own attempt at second place.

In the process of chasing we managed to gap the main field. I didn't know this until the end of the race due to our preoccupation with the chase. Kroske was back in that field and he later said we opened up a small gap that they just couldn't close.

On the small hill just before the turn onto the final sprint, I was passed by a few riders. My bad. The finishing straight is downhill and looonnnggg. I was winding out and couldn't even get out of the saddle I was spinning so fast. I was overtaking riders and one, in desperation I think, tried to run me out of road. I yelled at him and motored on. I could see I was gaining on the fourth place rider, one of the Florida Bissel boys. Throwing the bike at the line I missed him by a wheel length taking fifth and $50 for our team.

The speed on the finish was just insane. The second place rider recorded 42 mph on his computer. My computer was in the car. Because I spun out I cursed myself for not putting my 11/23 on for the race. I still think that is a very important move for next year but I was shocked later on when tuning my derailluer to find I couldn't shift down to my 12!! No wonder I spun out so bad.

Somewhere on lap 3 Zach rode up to me and said he didn't think he could hang in there. He not only hung on by he was in the chase at the end and finished 12th!

DMO came to the front just when we needed him. The pack slowed to a crawl on the last lap like it was a track race. He came up and drove the field! He finished just in front of Zach in 11th place. Great job! Tony was up there also driving and attacking to keep the things under control. Scott was suffering with some kind of flu or something but he hung in there. John worked his tail off also but ended up dropped. Overall, I couldn't be prouder of our team. Two of the top four spots were taken by the Florida Bissel boys who really surprised us. Between them, they have an endurance man in Jimmy, a sprinter in Shawn an all arounder in Joe. Pretty formidable but who knew?

Gaslight

After taking Sunday off to enjoy Abby's baptism, we were back on the road Monday with the whole family to enjoy the Tour de Gaslight criterium. I gotta tell you this is an awesome venue with lots of eateries, bars and coffee houses surrounding the course. The major features for the day would be the wind, the field size and the combo 3/4 effect. The wind was just howling out of the northwest making position very important everywhere on the course. I found it very difficult to get myself positioned well early on. Early attacks went off without any response because I was buried behind numerous riders. It was getting frustrating until I realized there was an area of the course that offered a chance to move up on every lap. The wind blew from the left on this stretch and there was a pinch in the course that caused the field to move to the left side of the road. That meant I could move up every lap with a nice wind block. The only problem was that this gave me a difficult line turning onto the finishing straight. If riders overcooked the corner or got forced to the gutter it forced me to slow. If that didn't happen I was in great position because I still had a wind break. I promised myself that I would use this to my advantage if I could on the last few laps.

My team road very aggressively as Joe was mixing it up and even won a prime as did Tony. The Florida Bissel boys were there again as was Larry Warbasse fresh from racing in Belgium. He had at least 2 team mates in Andrew and Taylor. BTW, has Taylor grown or what? Joe was commenting that his rear end is at eye level when riding his wheel.

Anyway, this wasn't a particularly hard race physically but it was a bit of a mental exercise. You had to think about position all the time and the sketchiness was pretty bad. Potty Mouth was there but I only saw him once. He cuts an imposing figure in his pink skin suit. I don't think he recognized me this year thankfully. There were two crashes that I know of one of which happened just after I moved up about 30 places in my favorite spot. I had to wonder if I might have been caught up in that mess had I not made that move.

Coming down to the last three laps I commented to Chris that we had to fight for position for the remainder of the race. We could not let ourselves get swarmed at any point or we might not get back to a competitive position in time. I was focusing so hard to make this happen. It was very hard with the level of competition and the field size. Every one of those 70 riders wanted to be in the first 5 places on the last lap and it was a battle royal to see who would be there. If you were not in that position coming to the the last turn to kite, you could just forget it. The big field would slow and you were out...period. I made it to the last lap holding near the front about 5-10 back. The Bissel boys jumped way early for me. I watched Larry Warbasse launch into a sprint right in front of me with at least 300 meters to go. I had no choice but to do the same. If I didn't get to that turn in a good position I was cooked. Well, I got gapped pretty good by the first 4 riders but held on for 5th place. I got a chance to look back with about 50 meters to go and I felt confident enough to ease off the sprint. Saying I was gassed would be and underestimate. If the race wasn't very hard the 300m sprint was a killer.

Doug Gatto lined up with us and held on to the end in a very fast race. He recorded an average speed of 26.11mph.

Kensington Festival of Pain

Doug subtly made mention of Kensington in a comment which I interpret as a gentle reminder to post up a recap.

I flew in from Dallas the night before and put the finishing touches on James' excellent pack job. We awoke at 4 am to dine on pancakes. Then, the bikes go on top of the car and off we go to Starbucks then the park. We arrived pretty early and parked right by the toilets. After helping move some picnic tables around we unpacked and got geared up. By the time I got James set up my warm up time was gone so it would have to happen on the first lap.

It was fortunate for me that the first lap was really, really slow. It couldn't have worked out better. I was warm and feeling strong. That is until around mile 30 when I had a stabbing pain in my right calf muscle. The riding wasn't particularly hard yet and after only 30 miles I didn't think I could be cramping. As the miles slipped by the pain kept coming back then migrating and manifesting as that unmistakable pain I know so well. This one took me by complete surprise. I suspected they might become a problem but not until much later in the race. I was able to race and jump still but then the death blow came. Around the 40 mile mark after exiting the neutral zone I flatted. At the time I was beginning to think the field might split and I desperately wanted to stay with the front group. I pulled off and Dominic rolled up with my spare wheel. As soon as I got off the bike my quads cramped. Dominic said he would pace me back to the group so I jumped on his bumper and off we went. We were just flying right up until I hit Snot Hill and the wheels came off the whole operation. I began to cramp horribly and by the time I got to the top of the hill I was audibly groaning in pain. I think it was Brian Adams who jumped up and pushed me the last few feet to the top of the hill. If it weren't for him I might have quit right there but I recovered some on the downhill and the next hill by the finish is fairly gentle so I felt better and decided to continue hoping I might catch a break and ride with some dropped riders or get back on because of a boat trailer or something stopping the field. This wasn't going to be the case.

When I approached the neutral zone I kept an eye out for the field so I could measure the time gap. They passed me going the other way and I started counting as I went through. It was roughly a two minute gap. The next lap the gap was roughly the same or slightly longer. I wasn't getting any closer. By the 8th lap, (second to last), I was giving some thought to retiring at the finish so I could watch the sprint finish. I passed up some women and felt pretty good then came Snot Hill and more cramps. The women just walked by me. That was just demoralizing. I rode to the top of the finish hill logged my time for the eighth lap and quit one lap shy of finishing the race.

I rode through more pain than I ever have before and today, (Tuesday), my quads still hurt. There must have been some serious tearing incurred by riding through the cramps. So, my old nemesis is back and it is back to the drawing board to try and learn what I need to do in the future to prevent this. In this case I think there were a number of factors as opposed to a single one. Cramping can be caused by dehydration, over-hydration, electrolyte deficiency, deficient training or perhaps an issue with ATP production.

Thankfully this isn't my full time job! I'll have another go at it this weekend. I've had bad races before and surely will again.

Another Tiesto Fan

If you read Bicycling mag last month you were introduced to Liz Hatch of Vanderkitten Racing. It's always good to see the ladies getting props for their racing exploits. Anyway, I think Chris Aten ought to make a bold move and call her up because she likes D.J. Tiesto especially when she is training hard! No Led Zeppelin for these kids. Whadyasay Chris? It's Perry Como, Frank Sinatra or Bing Crosby for me. Nothing like ripping up a lung to the smokey tones of one of these cats!

I feel like a former cyclist

After the big trip I settled in for a great week of training. It was peak week 2 so I only had two days of intensity. I felt fantastic each time I got on the bike. The two days of intensity were both at Kensington. Using the power meter I rode up the hills between 400 and 500 watts. The second day was with James and he really has it going on when it comes to those hills. It took a 600 watt extended effort to finally shake him off my wheel! On the first hill he just blew by me and I had to ask him to let up until I could get a warm up. I ended up spending around 30 minutes over 400 watts all told. We only trained for a couple of hours but I was pretty much leveled. I was bumming about the bad recovery thinking about the amount of time I would have to ride above 400 at the ToKV compared to this training ride then I did the math and realized the race would be done at around 40 minutes. It will hurt for sure but it shouldn't be much worse than that last hard day.

This week I am in Dallas doing a Gulfstream recurrent training session. Hotel stationary bikes, too much restaurant food, lousy sleep, etc.. I feel totally disconnected from cycling.

Last Leg

I am sitting aboard a Northwest 757 that is just beginning its descent from altitude into Detroit Metro Airport. What a week it has been! My first circumnavigation of the globe! I feel so Magellan. God willing, I will be with my beloved Mrs. Anderson and her brood within the next two hours! Yeeha! All in all the trip went well. We had a great crew and we laughed a lot which always helps with the fatigue and stress.

This kind of travel just blows away any routine in life and it is then that you fully realize how much we depend on routine. Things like getting up in the same time zone at the same time with the sun in the same basic place at the same time of the day are truly necessary for one's health. There is still a lot of suffering I'll have to go through. Chances are I'll have trouble sleeping for the next few days which may further mess up my training. I have this week to train on my bike then next week I travel to Dallas, TX for a week of Gulfstream training. I'll spend that time on the stationary bike at the DFW Marriott. I think there is little doubt that this is going to affect my performance at Kensington. There really isn't much I can do about things other than grin and bear it.

Honolulu At Last!

We left Australia about 4pm for the nine hour and twenty five minute flight to Honolulu and the end of our working trip. We had to steer around a couple of rain showers shortly after takeoff which brought a bump or two but then smoothness for about seven hours.

Let me say this about Melbourne...it is straight awesome. The city is relatively new even compared to American cities.They keep there town spotless. There are people everywhere walking and biking and they are so incredibly friendly. I saw a dozen or more fully kitted riders heading out of the city to train. This is a place where I could easily live.

So we flew overhead Sydney then out over the Pacific to Fiji where we made a slight left hand turn to fly a direct line to Honolulu. We managed to cover the distance in about nine hours eighteen minutes which is a good time for that leg which can easily take 11 hours.

The tradition in Hawaii is to receive their brand of hospitality upon arrival. Our handler gave us all lei's and offered us drinks. This isn't the kind of treatment we get anywhere else in the world. We sat there for a couple of hours before driving off to our hotel at 7am or so. (We landed at 530am on the same day we took off.) The ladies at Air Service Hawaii are the best!! Thanks!

I slept for a bit and I am typing this on my Blackberry at Waikiki Beach. Before giving me grief about my job keep in mind that I have now crossed 18 time zones in less than one week. I feel pretty debilitated and about all I feel like doing is sitting here and veg out.


My fellow pilots just joined me and I think we will hunt up some dinner. Bye for now.