BH Ride Report

Great ride. Lots of people showed up. We had close to 30 or so. I thought it would be bigger, but a lot of the guys who usually meet up with us out by the golf course weren’t there.

As we were climbing in one section early and heard the unmistakable sound of cleats hitting the pavement. I yelled “RIDER DOWN!” The group sat up for a second….then laid into it.

It was Ara. He got boxed in or something and hit the deck. I floated back to see who it was and saw him rocketing back up to the group. many of the team members floated back to help but he didn’t need it. In the end it just left a bunchof guys off the back at a bad time for them. Ara even told them “don’t wait for me (save yourselves).”

Speed wise is was slow to wind up. I was planning on leading all of the 4/5′s that wanted to ride slower by taking all of the short cuts. I was 1/2 way through the first turn where I was supposed to go straight for the shortcut and missed it. That’s when it started to get a little faster.

I was hanging pretty good, but found myself in the wind swinging around in a weird middle section trying to hold on. I held for a while but then my mind just said, “save it” so I sat up and coasted back.

That was when the group hit McDonald Rd and they were GONE. We ended up with a group of stragglers. Alien3 from the penny rd ride was with us. He told me CyLoew had gotten a flat and was out a long ways back (oops….). He said he felt bad for not stopping, but we all know what kind of ride it was. I still felt bad I didn’t stop even though I didn’t even know until many miles later.

Colorchange, RR, myself, alien3, and some tri guys made up this group. I was feeling good and was looking to take some hard pulls. We started kind of rotating well. I was pulling at 400-500 watts when on the front. We were hauling butt around 30mph all the way down McDonald. We took a shortcut and ended up in front of the main group for a majority of the ride.

Some of the tri guys weren’t pulling through and when they did they weren’t really pouring it on. That ended up with myself and RR and Colorchange doing a ton of pulls. We ended up really tired by the time we got back into the wind. We started a constant rotating 2 line paceline. Even that died after a few miles.

The group caught us and we motored on in the big pack. Nice. Hit Townhall in the group. It was like a gun went off. Those guys attacked it like date on prom night.

The rest of the ride found alien3 and myself limping back. We made it back into the group when we got back into town. Nice ride. Fast, but it has been faster. Fun. 40+ miles. Even with the soft pedaling in town I averaged over 20mph for the whole ride. Haven’t looked at the power data but I am sure it is brutal.

CyLowe and MJH2 came rolling in together. Nice move by MJH2. He’s always been good like that.

Now…trail ride with little P this morning. Hit the shop in the afternoon…racing in Madison tomorrow and hopefully Sunday as well. Here’s to a good and safe weekend for everyone!
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A little behind in my work

I have been trying to focus a little more on work, family, and of course…riding lately. As a result I have thoughts of tons of nice things to blog about but haven’t gotten around to actually blogging.

First things first….Montrose wrap-up:

It was cold. this is what it looked like when we left that morning.

I did tear up my tights in on fo the wrecks I had. Didn’t notice until later. I finally washed the cross bike yesterday. The season is now over for me. Poo.

In more exciting news we had a holiday BFNIC party that Colochange put on. He was nice enough to invite a bunch of us less desirables over to his house and feed up beer. I took him up on the offer…

pic 031 Above L to R: Cycling Jester (thanks for the ride DD), Recursive trying to remember why he came, Cyclpsycho/Alien, Colorchange our host, Alien2, CyLowe97.

pic 041 Recursive – that’s how he rolls…

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iab – the premise of the party was that you brough your bike and got your picture taken with it. Nice idea. Colochange got to work another one of his hobbies in. Check out the vintage steel that iab is spoting. I can pretty much assure that it is older than anyone actually reading this.

pic 043 Alien – What Woulf Jens Do. I love this shirt. For those that don’t get it google “Jens Voight”. Throw a lot of German/Australian accented f bombs around and you might get close.

pic 018Above L to R: Voldemort, Recursive, Alien2, Scummer, SmokinMiles, iab and Alien
Good party and lots of fun. I remember doing a shot or two at one point. I also remember getting up on his TT bike in full party mode and riding it a bit….I think. His puny bike bent under my awesomeness (read “weight”) and the tire rubbed a bit on the table….
The next morning we went to see The Laurie Berkner Band at the Rosemont Theatre….Complete with hang-over we got to be crammed into a huge theatre with a slew of 2-8 yr olds….jumping and singing. Awesome.

Hmmm..

Rode 34 miles on the cross bike with MJH2 this morning. Cold, raining and very windy. Perfect cross weather. We did an easy pace so I should be adequately prepped for tomorrow’s race.

aham ran an awesome 10K (kudos man), CyLowe put 15 minutes…err…an hour on the dreadmill…all is well.

Powetap is laced and amazingly tensioned and true. It was really easy. I can only say it must be the beefy flanges than helped. Amazing really. This should be the most stout wheel I have ever ridden.

It’s super heavy as well though…1220 g ….just for the rear wheel. OOoof.

Going to a movie with little P and Mrs. P. Madagascar 2 I think. This will be his first movie. He’s 2 1/2 BTW. This should be fun……..

Awesome

Awesome race. Robert Kelley and Matt Stewart from my team (Bicycle Heaven) set up the course and all I have to say is….OMG!!! Actually more like OMFG!!

MJH2 and I ended up getting out there early to pre-ride. I have pre-ridden every course and only put in 1 lap or 2. This time I put in at least 4 and maybe 5. On top of that we rode one section with some off-camber cut-backs at least 8 or 9 times trying to find a line.
After that we hung around to watch the start of the 30+, 40+ and 50+ groups. I hope to post a video later of the carnage that ensued in the off-camber pits of despair.
Around 12 I came in and volunteered at registration. That was pretty cool. For the first time I had an idea of how many were in my field before we started. I also got to meet a lot of riders and connect names with faces in some instances.

“Where is your license? No license? NO SOUP FOR YOU! NEXT!”

When we got to about 2pm I made a bee line to the car to get ready for my race at 3. The weather had steadily warmed up throughout the day so I ended up ditching the arm warmers, etc.

I’m too sexy for these arm warmers….well…too hot at least.
Before the race we got a few minutes to have an impromtu team meeting near the “off-cambers of death” section on the course.

Imagine that…I’m telling a story…
“So…like…this is the part I alwasy mess up…” Justin is all, “Ooooo…look………racers…” MJH2 is all “Psimet….you suck”

Practicing my “you’re not getting around me” move.

Lined up at the start: MJH2, myself, and our targets…Jorge and Bob from Beverly Bike Veepak.

Right after that they did call-ups….which is where they call up the top 10 riders in the series. because the whole thing comes down to your start and your starting position this is where they give these guys a reward for showing to the start late. Sometimes it’s annoying, but I understand why they do it. If it were me I would be all over it myself.

I got a great line right out of the start. I was, hooked up, and putting power down before the first turn. I got some good looks at lines and took what I could. MJH2 and I were top 7 or 8 heading into the woods.

In the woods there were landscape timbers/railroad ties that were used to both help prevent errosion and to create steps along the hill. So…we rode around, over, across them up to a barrier where we dismounted, jumped, and ran about 4-5 more steps before being abel to remount. At this point the pack was already starting to settle down, but the guys near me were still thumping.

MJH2 was in front of me I believe, and Jorge and Bob from Beverly were just behind me (at least that’s what it looks like in some of the pictures). I was still getting the engine going. I know myself well enough to know that I have to go hard early and get that feeling that I am going to pop….and then realize that it is only a temporary feeling….hold on and push and next thing you know I am through it and feeling……stable.

The pain in cross is horrendous. It is as intense as a time trial with the combined effort of having to think. For you runners I would liken it to trying to do differential equations in your head at mile 18 on a marathon while upping your pace to a 5k pace….I think. Of course that could have been like saying, “No yo soy puede, pero no hay de que”….which, if I am correct, makes no sense at all.
Anyway…CyLowe97 showed up and got some killer shots of the action in the “off-cambers of death”.

All in all a good race. Jay from Tati grabbed my wheel and pulled me back while climbing the stairs after the barrier in the woods….to get by…which was funny, but I couldn’t laugh at the time. He disentigrated a lap later and became trail fodder though.
Jorge from Beverly got around me early on. Bob was well seated behind me though. Each lap was painful and we ended up doing 5 of them I think. I saw 3 to go at the end fo the second lap I did so that would make sense…..see….you like have to do simple math and stuff when you’re on the limit….no fair. That’s more laps than we have done since I have been in the series. I was not ready for that. It hurt bad.
I have discovered that when I hit my threshold I breath very loudly – which everyone around me takes as a signal that I am about to pop. Funny thing is I am not. It’s weird. It makes for some people taking chances passing me and then me just passing them up shortly thereafter.
Had one guy go around me at the same place Jay from tati did only to then eat it on the loose sand by the ballpark. He blocked the whole course, but I wiggled between him and the fence to get around. At least I didn’t run right over him…
During prerides I kept thinking that I needed to drop the pressure in the tires. So I did….then when racing it dawned on me that all I did was make it worse. Boo. Lesson learned. As a result I kept sliding out in places. I recovered, but I need to get that stuff under control.
I was following MJH2 on the steep downhill with the soft gravel down the center….so we were staying tight to the inside. I got it a little too tight and the pole at the corner caught the inside of my handlebars. That bike did stuff I never knew a bike could do. …..and I stayed upright. A spectator at the bottom of the hill gave me a look like “OMG I can’t believe that just happened AND you stayed upright”. I gave him the “OMG I KNOW RIGHT??!!” look.
This race was competitive. More so than the others so far. I was really riding off some contenders and feeling pressure all the time. There was no where on the course to really rest. Some of the stuff that normally you would coast on to recover was where the pressure was coming. You just couldn’t let off.
At some point (lap 4 I think) MJH2 was in front of me going into the last barrier on the back side. This was the one that was followed by the drainage ditch you had to jump before remounting. Well…he hit that barrier….literally. I didn’t see it happen, but when I looked up he was on the ground at it’s base. I think I yelled for him to get up. He got over it at the same time as me and said “I dropped my chain.” I think I told him one of the pieces of advice I figured out in Carpentersville when I did it. I think I said, “Just relax and take your time and fix it right.”…as I was hopping on and pedaling away.
Last lap I had at least one guy on me all the way through the technical stuff. I think he thought he was going to get by me either on the uphill or in the off cambers of death, but I kep edging him out (getting in his way). I laid on the power on the flat section and just kept him off going into the last barrier. I could hear him breathing down my neck into that barrier and knew it was all going to come down to how well I did.
I cleared it and got back on and started pedaling before him. I could hear him groan in disgust. From there I hit the big ring and floored it. I had more speed and gas then I thought I did for that last section. When I crossed the line I was beyond my limits. I was in total sugar shock with shaking, I was disoriented, etc. I left it out there at least at the end.

Results came in late, but they have me down at 14th out of 55. Mrs. P was pretty sure I was closer to in the top 10, and so was I when I was getting word I was in 11th while I was out on the course, but things happen and it’s hard to keep track. To be honest I didn’t even know if MJH2 had finished in front or behind me. When I saw him I asked. He reminded me that I passed him when he hit the barrier. I had already forgotten. That’s how violent this stuff is…

Bottom line is I keep getting better….

They say that up to 90% of all “mechanicals” (guys dropping out of the event because of a mechanical failure of the bike) during Time Trials (TTs) really aren’t mechanicals, but guys throwing in the towell because they aren’t ready to physically handle the pain…. I know I am at my limit when I find myself actually hoping for a flat tire. I did that yesterday.

Again…thanks to everyone who helped put on the race. Thanks to Mrs P and Little P and Nana for enduring. Thanks to Mr and Mrs CyLowe and the inquisitors for joining in the fun and cheering me on. Thanks to Half Acre for the intense aroma of digesting beer coming off their breath as they screamed at us through the corner. Thanks to the dude with the lit cigarette who filled the course with smoke on the last lap…ugh….

Thanks to all the cow bell ringing physchos and families. It felt like a real race. you guys are awesome.

Next week……Northbrook….or the “Save Ferris” cross event!

3rd Annual Psimet Invitational Ride Report

OK…I guess I should finally write this….I was actually running a bit late this year and by the time I got to the preserve there were already many cars there. I proceeded to drive in with the annoying Flobots “handlebars” song playing. I also got straight out of the car and….

…I dropped the hammer. Well hammers really. I figured it would help set a tone for the ride. Oh and in BF talk that’s “drope the hamer” (Droh-puh thuh hahm-ur).

The usual suspects were there:

Colorchange talking to MJH2 – convincing him that we should take it easy…like only 300W until after 2 loops then we can dial it to 500W…. “Seriously guys I think we can do a 4:30 century. I even brought my helmet to do it. Anyone??? Anyone?? Bueller?”
shider – wondering why he still decides to go slumming with the BF’ers
CyLowe97 – busy thinking about Wisconsin, how much he’d rather be living there, and cheese.

Murderer’s row – L to R: New daddy nietsmas, shider in Great Lakes BF kit, aham23 in SoCal BF Kit, Colorchange in Rock Racing kit

MJH2 on Right and New Guy on Left. New Guy had a blast. MJH2 is feeling a distrubance in the force.
The first loop group L to R: New Guy, RJBTrek’s Friend, Footballer, Voldemort, RJBTrek, CyLowe97, nietsmas, MJH2, iab, shider, aham23, colorchange, JT1.

iab with footballer in the background.

So we got the group together and decided to roll out on the first loop. As usual I led things off out of the parking lot. This is my way of making sure the group stays together to at least the first turn….about 50 ft down the road.

After the first turn I back up down the line and watched the greyhounds take off after the invisible rabbit. This year I didn’t feel as back knowing that we were going to blow people off the back. I think more were well aware of what was coming.

We were rolling well. By well I mean fast. Everything was meshing well. People were talking, we were running a double paceline, the mood was good, etc. We were on Brier Hill rd which I had driven in my car the day before. I remembered there were some nasty holes and was about to announce to the group to be on the lookout when I heard yelling and saw some movement in the line.

Yup…shider had ridden around the hole without mentioning it, general mayhem ensued. I swore I heard CyLowe do one of his patented, “you think you’d point out…” quips. There was jumping, swerving, swearing, etc. I made it by with no issues. Everything was good until I heard:

“THUNK, THUNK…SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

There is no mistaking the sound of lead-assing a hole or the subsequent flat that erupts thereafter. Classic pinch flat. I yelled, “FLAT!!!!” as is customary in these situations. I also pulled to the side to help out…it was MJH2 – can’t leave a teamate behind right?

A few other guys stopped as well (Nothingman, New Guy). I’m trying to do the 2 minute tube swap I know lives inside of me (think cycling version of the tire changing in Christmas Story), but MJH2 never put baby powder on his tubes before mounting them…they had basically vulcanized themselves to the tire casing.

At this point the “B” group we had so flippantly thrown off the back came rolling by….with smiles. Soon enough we were back on and rolling. I figured the A group had left us, but it turns out they were just on the otherside of the next roller….nietsmas had flatted as well.

So we start rolling…with real rabbits to catch. Then there was another flat….seriously. MJH2 had a slower leak from the rear that none of us caught the first time. We were under 10 miles and already digging into the reserves of tubes and CO2.

As we begun rolling again I was with aham23 who looked at me and said, “man I love this interval stuff we’re doing”. Seriously….it was tough…hot/cold/hot/cold. Did not bode well for a day of hard riding.

The rabbit chase was on. I was holding my own about mid-pack. Feeling great. With my Garmin on the fritz I had to keep pulling the map from the back to check it out. I keep forgetting that I could just put it up the leg of my shorts for easy access. Well, I went to grab the map and was getting my bearings around a turn on to Harmony. When checking the map you keep you distance to the wheel in front of you. Well…the wheel in front of me left a gap. By the time I looked up the front end of the line had a pretty serious gap on us.

I was still half torn between riding hard to get up to the front or hanging with the “A-” group. *editor’s note – I at this point while writing this because we had a tool explode at work. i am now returning to finish after 5 hours…*

I wanted to stay in the front group I decided. At this point my decision was coming kind of late. They had a huge gap on me (1/8 – 1/4 mile at least). I solo TT’d and was able to hold the gap where it was….then whenever I backed off a tad I would lose ground. I had my computer in my back pocket, but I know I was going hard (23-ish – maybe even more). I kept sitting up going, “I’m not going to catch them…just wait.” Then I would change my mind and hammer even after losing more ground.

I finally gave up when I had my saddle tilt back on me. If you’ve never had your saddle tilt back on you let me try to explain what it feels like. Take a few fingers, stick them up your butt and try to pull your cell phone out of your front pocket with them. So I stopped and adjusted the saddle and waited.

We had a decent “A-” group. We stopped quite a few times for me to adjust my saddle, to wait up, etc. We made it up to the KOR section (King of the Rollers). This is kinid of my version of the Tour’s King of the Mountains, but more specific to the flat lands that are Illinois. First one over is King of the Rollers. There were already 2 groups through (B’s and A+’s) so there was no chance of any of us being first over…..

….but I also have a “Queen of the Rollers” competition as well. While always a runner-up I have never taken that prize which goes to the girlish sap that is last over the hill. I actually went over first in the A- group. Felt good.

After that we blew throught the stop figuring that the other groups had skipped it. We were soon stopped while I was fixing my saddle again when CyLowe called asking us where we were. They had decided to stop and wait for us. Ooops. So we waited for them to catch up to where we were. As shider came into sight I told everyone, “you might as well start rolling because shider isn’t going to stop as he comes through here.” He didn’t. From there it was a race back to the start.

I found myself 2nd group again. nietsmas and I started running a decent paceline with footballer. We started a rotation. He knew what the deal was. He got in front and started to do the popcorn dance. You know…where you’re all over the machine digging deep for the speed while looking over your shoulder every 5 seconds to make sure you’re not being overtaken and/or leaving everyone behind? That dance. I was about to say, “ride within yourself. Don’t make yourself pop. You’re no good to us off the back.” when he flicked and pulled to the side.

I held pace and looked back in about a minute to see him off the back. “DAMNIT!” I looked at nietsmas, “Should we wait up for him or keep going?” “Might as well [keep going]. We finally have a good rythum going.” Sorry footballer…:(

In short order nietsmas popped as well. He’s a new dad and really hasn’t been on the bike a lot lately. He was pretty sure he was going to pop and called it out beforehand, but still sucks to see him blow. He’s like a diesel engine that just cranks along and then when he pops he pops. No real chance for recovery.

We came in from the first loop and he packed it in for the day – (I’ll add picture later).

Footballer had a clipless fall down in the parking lot that I was able to catch with my camera:

MJH2 received the first boobie prize as well….flattie. It’s a tire patch kit along with an extra tube.

Stats loop 1: 37.88 miles, 1:57:09 time, Avg speed of 19.4mph with approx 1,500 ft of climbing. Spicy, but not leg killer by any means.

Loop 2 is where my camera died. Recursive showed up. He’s a Cat 3 cheese headed racer that graces us with his presence quite often. We all like seeing him and he’s always pretty good at humoring our slow asses. smokinmiles showed up to lay the energizer bunny routine on all of us (she never stops at stops…seriously). Tim showed as well too. You might remember him from the “I don’t have any shoes” saga from either last year or the year before.

I hate the route on loop 2. It just sucks. It’s a West-East out and back for the most part. It’s on extremely flat roads with really nothing to look at. The killer is if there is a wind. It will almost always be a headwind on this leg. Luckily there was no wind. We all kept together too. Some of the riders in the rear would open a gap up in front of them as we came floating back to allow us back in front of them in the rotation. It kept the stronger riders riding hard at the front and allowed the ones working harder enough of a break to hold the group together. Worked great…

Ran across a road that had fresh gravel spread on it – waiting for oil. While everyone pondered what we were to do I yelled, “keep going straight” and kept riding. I was taking it easy until I heard colorchange yell, “it’s a breakaway. GET HIM!” He joined me. We looked back and no one was really going hard after us….so we hit the gas. Recursive was with us at this point and went to the front….and turned it up. I held for what I could. We were going fast. Really fast. Ludicrous speed in fact. I popped soon after I heard colorchange yell, “go hard, but not frickin 30+ mph!”

We rolled into the stop in Genoa and made all the locals think that some weird mix of superheros had taken over their town. On the way out of town the next King of the Rollers section was to be had. CyLowe went with the main group challenging it and then popped. Self-admittedly his day was done from that point on.

Right after that we got into some gravel roads. Seems the county didn’t check with me regarding my century route before deciding to spread the gravel. There was no turning back to we did our own Paris-Roubaix. If you don’t know what Parix Roubaix is then Google it….good shiz.

Everything was going fine until we hit a 90 degree turn. I can corner fairly well so I feathered the brakes and made it around only partially sliding. Everyone else made it through OK as well….everyone except Voldemort. He overcooked it and ended up in the corn field with some nasty souvineirs. So – for those of you keeping score that’s – 3 flats, clipless fall, 2 gravel roads, and a rider hitting the turf.

We made it back to end the loop with the following: 29.34 miles, 1:27:34 time, 20.1mph avg with 837ft of climbing.

At this point aham and cylowe ditched out. Only a few of us were left to do the whole deal: Voldemort, JT1, colorchange, shider and myself. I think I missed someone… Shiders family (son and wife) joined up for the last leg. We rolled out fast. No pretense at all.

The route was fast, but then I bonked. Bad. If you look at my speed file you can see it just drifting down. Same bonk that I got during the RAIN ride so I could recognize it coming on. I forced gels and prayed I’d get to the stop where I could get water. I gassed up at the stop and was ready to roll….with only 6 miles left :( .

I rolled the last bit with Shider’s son. Good rider. Seemed a little uncomfortable with riding in a group, but recursive and I rode right in front and behind him all the way in to keep an eye on him. It’s moments like that which make the rides fun. He’ll be tearing legs off in short order. Nice natural talent.

Leg 3 stats: 32.39 miles, 1:42:41 Time, 18.9mph avg speed :( , with 951 ft of climbing for a grand total of…

Time: 5:07:24

Mileage: 99.51

Avg Speed: 19.4 mph. – meh.

Great turnout. Everyone had fun. We drank a bit in the parking lot on our return and swapped stories. I handed out the rest of the boobie prizes:

Smokinmiles – latern rouge (last place, she rode in with shider’s wife keeping her company. It was a reward for that move) – she received a red blinkie. A USED red blinkie.

JT1 – Chatty cathy – self explanatory

Colorchange – hammertime – gift hammer for dropping the hammer most often adn with much fury.

Holiday Weekend

So far it’s been OK. I was able to lace 95% of aham’s wheel. It’s official….I HATE paired spoke drillings. Oh…did I mention I have like 3 or 4 more sets coming through a group buy direct from Taiwan. :(

Went on the Village Pedaler ride yesterday. Typically this has been a group ride for any and all. A fun kind of ride where there is a no-drop rule. Back last year CyLowe, Voldemort, and I were among the fastest on the ride. While it was fun to be in that position on a ride it doesn’t do much for your fitness. More of a fun ride.

Non of us have been making it much this year probably for those reasons, but I knew they have changed the ride a bit (A and B groups) and the routes…not to mention the strongest guy there has been showing at races this year and I was looking forward to shooting the crap with him.

Showed up and the fast guy (I’ll call him Pointer :) ) was there. One of the other regulars – shop employee – was out with a broken collarbone – low speed crash while dusting his wheel with his glove. He’s very embarassed I was assured. Karrie was there along with Dan, another regular and 2 newbs (blondie and ‘stasch).

We decided early on to take a new route that only Dan really knew. We were on roads I have been riding more frequently so I wasn’t totally lost. Pretty soon it was apparant that we needed to split into A and B, but we didn’t. We just kept riding hard and waiting at each turn. It was like intervals. It was also kind of fun because it gave us time to shoot the crap while waiting.

We rode up Campton Hills Rd – the opposite way I went on the Bicycle Heaven ride on Tuesday. That’s a killer series of hills/rollers all together. Pointer and I peeled everyone off on that one while I mentioned to him that I don’t like hills….about 1000 times. I am climbing very well compared to my normal self. Still not good, but much better for sure.

There were a ton of groups out there. Most of these groups were Tri groups – that means they are groups made up of 4 or 5 50-80 yr old men in dayglow kit riding tri bars and about 30-40 women of all shapes, sizes, and abilities. Usually 4-5 in the super-model late 20′s to mid 40′s range. This is where I decided on Pointer’s name.

Before I knew it I was leading the combinations of groups all alone. There was a lot of giggling coming from the group behind. I turned and Pointer was chatting it up with a few of them. Ahh…to be young and single. You know you’re old and marriged when all you can think of saying is, “so this will run into Ramm or Middleton rd up here right? Is it North or South of McDonald rd.?”

What I really needed was a little “Tim-Tim” directional advise. “Nah, you just have to stay on this until Jefferson then turn right for a little jog over on to the Henderson farm where there’s this little kicker of a grade that doesn’t look like much but will knock the wind out of you. Also…little known fact but there is a great microbrew based out of the Henderson’s barn. Phish played there in 96 as a part of the ____ tour. etc….”

One of the dayglow wrinkle squad thought he’d show these young dumb roadies a lesson (really a kind of pissing match over ‘his’ women I think) and turned up the pace on the front. We responded. He pushed harder…we responded. Slowly we began this process of shifting, getting lower in position, all nice and easy like. All I could hear was the sound of popcorn popping behind us (people getting shelled off the back). Wrinkly popped and then Pointer and I finally got in the drops and laid it on. It was just us. We just kep climbing in speed. Finally there was a “stop ahead” sign off in the distance. It was on. Out of the saddle. I dropped him, he came back and dropped me…I came back and was about to pass him again when we both sat up for the stop.

Hella-fun. Heard wrinklly telling one of his women “I thought it was one of us older guys when I turned and looked and saw those young guys. That was it.” One of our guys came up to us after that and said, ” hey I fell off when you guys crossed 30 mph – and that was before the sprint!” All I could do was smile. (BTW – my freeking Garmin 305 is now plauged with the shut off on every bump glitch. SO I fly blind now).

Well….Pointer let the scenery get to him and I really thought I knew where we were….net result=we ended up really far off from where we wanted to go. We broke off from the group. I could have sworn I heard velcro tearing apart when Pointer came along. We cobbled together what we thought would get us back. We ended up near the school on the regular Pedaler route and just followed the normal route backwards.

Finally caught the back end of the rest of the group (who had turned earlier) within a few miles of the shop. Stasch was well out of his element and it was showing. We were waiting pretty heavily for him in the beginning and this route ended up being longer than anyone was expecting. Newbs were out of water…and so was I. I hung back with him to bring him into the shop. I was literally free-wheeling the whole way. It was painfully slow, but I tried to pass the time with some conversation to take his mind off of everything.

At the end I felt like I had a good ride, but nothing real taxing. Turned out to be about 40 miles at around an 18 pace. Not bad considering the hills and the chatting. :) All I could think was…My batterys needed this.

Last night was a baseball game. Little P loved it. Ate everything in the place. I have a sugar hangover. Today is a “hang around the house day”

Exhibit A:That was taken a few minutes ago.

Finally got on anti-biotics for the hell that I have been enduring. 3 or 4 weeks in. Dairyland Dare, Team Time Trial, Tour of Oakbrook, various group rides, etc all under the siege of snot. Final phase has been a WICKED sinus infection. Had to do something. Hopefully this will kill it all off and not flat my performance for Fall Fling like some anti-biotics will. Z-Pack baby.

I think we’ll hit the trail with the trailer today. I can be a “dad” and still get some riding in. He loves it. Really. I just asked if he wanted to go on a bike ride with his helmet in the trailer…he said….with head bobbing…”uh…YEAH!” “Are you sure?” I said….”Uh ….YEAH!” :D

BTW – aham is getting some good natured ribbing over on Bikeforums…check it out…http://www.bikeforums.net/showthread.php?t=460040

later.

Coma

I’m coming down from a wedding induced coma of sugar and alcohol. Driving long distances, family, and celebrations although tons of fun don’t make for a healthy self.

Got back in town and found the time to hook up a ride. Hot and heavy. I had raised the saddle a bit and again…I make more power there, but I pay a “price”….physically….

I hammered out about 10 miles then turned around. Ran across CyLowe almost right at the turn around point. We talked for a bit and then he decided to ride the return leg back with me before continuing on his ride.

He’s been in a leg burning mood lately so it was nice to make some good time back. For only being out an hour I got some good time in. Still slow, and a tad bit apprehensive about Elgin Crit this week.

Sent e-mails to the organizers so it looks like I will be in the Cat 5 race even though my ABR license says 4. Hopefully the day will be a safe one.

Group Ride

Last night’s ride was great. I was feeling the awesome.

We actually rolled out kind of slow – lots of new people on the ride. I held back to keep an eye on voldemort (from Bike Forums). It was his first time out on this ride and while he knows the area he was not sure of the specific route. I didn’t want to ditch him.

neitsmas held back with me as well. After making it to spring whatever it is it was apparant that the group was on and we were going to be off. Part of me wanted to just hammer back to the group – I was feeling good – but really I thought taking it a little easier with voldemort would be more fun.

neitsmas was in for either. he was feeling the awesome as well. I was climbing like a fool. Better than I have climbed all year. We had lost enough ground on the group that I suggested we cut and do Braeburn backwards. The effect is that it’s like taking out the 2 mile section of river rd before the turn on to Braeburn.

When I do this I usually have enough time to get to the bottom, turn around, relax for a bit, drink, etc….and just about the time I start to get a little antsy they come around the bend. Worked again last night like clockwork. I was able to turn around and get a rythum on the hill.

First alien went past with a new alien on his wheel. Then there wasn’t much. I was holding my own. Then finally the next alien went past with neitsmas. About that time I started to hear panting. As the rider came by I saw the bike forums jersey…it was CyLowe.

I thought…heck I can even catch his wheel at this point…so I did. Felt good. I usually don’t try to push myself on Braeburn. I just spin to the top. Pretty soon we were passing the alien. I thought to myself as we passed….”oh he’s not going to let me pass him on a hill”

Sure enough I heard him motor on past in short order. At that point I figured I should cut off a bit – we were near the top and I didn’t know what was in the tanks and wanted to hold on for the rocket train back to the pub.

The train did not fail to impress. The couple of times I could look down and concentrate enough to actually read my computer it was north of 25-30 mph. I am starting to know the route and knew where they were going to turn it on, etc. so I was pretty much able to match every acceleration. Then just before 68 there was a little roller (28mph uphill) then they turned it on over the top.

I was expecting a little bit of gas, but I was really impressed. I had to dig deep into my suitcase of awesome to hold the wheel in front of me. That’s when I literally got momentary tunnel vision and started seeing little specs/polka dots. I took it as a sign and knew I was roasted. I pulled out of line before I let a gap develop. As I looked down I was coasting and dropping back to 30.

I got enough recovery time that I caught up at 68 and held on to the end. neitsmas took a killer pull and came off the front like a rock. I swear I heard that cartoon bullet ricochet sound as he went by. The train was moving like a fish through water – I was on the fish’s tail as it flapped around in an attempt to swin faster.

Back in the parking lot is when you feel the rush hit you. Gotta be like a runner’s high. My hands seem to always be trembling after that. Not nerves or anything, but like the low blood sugar shakes I get sometimes when I bonk on or off the bike.

Guess I needed to replenish some carbs. Luckily there was a pub nearby.

On the police side of things we did in fact see quite a few out there in force. They even had a speed limit radar station thingy set up. Don’t know how well those things work with bikes, but it said 25 was the speed limit and it was reading a shaky 28 for us. Must have been broken. They did not give us a citation so we must have been OK. ;)

In all we followed all the laws and I actually had fun coming to a stop at every sign. It really helped keep the group together for the majority of the ride.

Voldemort….GREAT JOB! You held on longer and rode faster than my first time out with this group for sure. In a few weeks you’ll be the one with a beer in your hand by the time I get back to the car.