Monday, August 20, 2007

In the middle of the Master's race, the rain slowed down a little before it began pouring again.
 
 
This weekend, I was in Downer's Grove, IL, to spy on the domestic pro teams participating in the National Crit Championships.  My attempts to liberate in the name of the people some of the Toyota United and Slipstream team vehicles parked in my hotel's parking lot were less-then-succesful, but I did have fun participating in a couple of rain-soaked amateur races on Saturday.

It's not as fancy as those other expensive carbon-frame bikes, but it works: 
Explaining a break-away bike to a by-stander.
 
Despite the rain, and the usually high amount of crashes due to the rain, the course is great: technical enough to be interesting (eight turns, most of which are 90 degrees) but not so much that it was slow (on the contrary, in fact!); a couple of small rises, which are unusual enough for the Chicago area; and some really enthusiastic spectators (even in the rain) made it all worthwhile, even though one of my races was only 20 minutes and the other 30.  Both races were super-fast and very hard, though I'd say the second race I did was faster and more difficult.  The 3/4 race was a bit disappointing for me, as my poor placement at the start was compounded by the fact that I dropped my chain on the first lap and had to actually stop to re-adjust it.  D'oh!  I spent the rest of the time playing catch-up, and nearly connected with the second pack before I was pulled on the last lap.  They seemed a bit anxious to pull people, even though I was not even close to being lapped and was making good progress, but oh well.  
 

Lousy camera phone pictures from Sunday: 
The elite women round a particularly accident-prone corner, and the elite men at the start.
There's some Clean Currents guys in there somewhere,
along with Kelly Benefit Strategies' Tom Saladay, who snagged third place.
 
The second race, the Master's 30+/40+ race, was harder.  I hung on to the back of the lead pack for much of the race in the pouring rain.  The pace was so fast, it was all I could do from falling back.  About two-thirds through the race, the blistering pace (at least it was a blistering pace for me, and apparently for them too) really caused a lot of guys to get dropped, and I kept passing people then - especially on the "hill" and the slight incline on Main Street.  During the last two laps, I decided it was "now or never," so I pedaled my ass off and ended up finishing mid-pack.   I'm pretty sure there were about 75 at the start, maybe more (the rain, I believe, discouraged the full field limit of 100 from showing, though I know registration for the race was completely full), 58 finished, and I came in at 31st.  Not great, but I can report that I enjoyed it and tried to do the best I could with what I had.  Doing the best you can with what you have is all you can really expect, right?
 
-- posted by Chris
 

 

 

 

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 Thursday, July 26, 2007

Over on Gwadzilla (http://gwadzilla.blogspot.com), my friend Joel makes an interesting comparison: that, because of his doping, Michael Rasmussen is sort of like Keith Richards, but not (different kind of dope, you see...).  

I wonder what Keef thinks about all this...

    

At any rate, here's what Comrade Peanut thinks:

But wait, there's more:  Someone else in the pro peloton has something in common with Keith Richards.  Alexandre Vinokourov and Keith Richards have both had blood transfusions (again, a different kind of dope, but still...).

 

                    

 

Comrade Peanut will now change the channel.

 

---posted by josh

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 Monday, June 11, 2007

Saturday's Quicksilver race made for a nice outing with four of us in the 30+ race.  Below are some snaps from that one.  I have no pictures from the Cat. 5 race (in which Kevin placed fourth and I got a seventh place), because I was busy ... er ... racing.

- posted by Chris

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 Friday, May 11, 2007

The Wednesday evening training series at Greenbelt Park is in full swing now, and this past Wednesday saw Racing Union with a strong presence in all three races.  For Racing Union's Cat. 5s in the "C" race, myself among them, it was fun to work together and think strategically as a team.  Our plan certainly caught the pack by suprise.  After pulling through Kevin's strong lead-out, I rode hard to finish second, although the first place guy rode my draft into the final sprint.  One can make out the Union Vanguard rolling in behind with fists clenched to the sky.  Da!  Union!  Da!

Above is a picture I snapped of Mikhail in the midst of the "B" race.  Mikhail and Bryan will be representing the green-and-black at Mount St. Mary's University Criterium this weekend - move forward boldly, comrades!

-- posted by Chris

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 Tuesday, June 20, 2006

in a previous post, i discussed some of the issues and problems with assessing risk in a formal sense.  i also threw out some zany ideas.  jim over at unholy roleur (a blog i happen to like by the way) has a sharp eye and captured one of the more interesting ones.

>>>Scott writes:
>>>maybe the same concept would be applicable to racers themselves using the portable car insurance model

That's a pretty neat idea, but you'd have to be careful with how narrowly you assess risk.  At some point, insurance stops being insurance, and simply becomes a mandatory savings fund in anticipation of accidents.  It sort of defeats the purpose of insurance to do that.  And while the actions of the individual are paramount in achieving safety, there wouldn't be such a thing as a 100 rider field without the other 99 riders.  It's not a case for strict enterprise liability, but *all riders in a race* bear a little responsibility for the safety of others, and I think that in this case insurance reflects it.  That said I wouldn't object to having a couple tiers, but making it more along the lines of "perfect record" and "everybody else."  I haven't been at it long but it appears to me there are only two types of racers - those who've crashed, and those who haven't *yet*.
Jim has some very insightful comments and shows a good appreciation of the issues involved.  jim, we shoudl grab a beer together.    that being said, i think there's an error in the train of thought at the beginning of his response.  if you think about car insurance or health insurance, you'd surely agree that there are some drivers or patients out there who are underutilizing the system.  they are essentially subsidizing the people who are overutilizing the system. 
 
this is the defining characteristic of most casualty operations, the pooling of risk.  here's another way to think about it.  imagine a driver who has never had a single accident.  they have had to pay insurance premiums for years and years and years.  if you were to calculate a ratio of the money they have paid to insure themselves against liability vs the money that they have taken out of the system for accidents, it would be clear that they are subsidizing other people who present much higher risk.  the insurance companies present a varying array of rates to all of their customers to be sure that they are able to cover all outlays the company must make.  but implicit in this, is some socialization of cost.  driver who have never had an accident must pay some minimum amount for insurance.  in part, this reflects the chance that they will have an accident, even if it is not their fault.  but it also reflects the fact that some drivers are so egregiously bad, that thye cannot be charged a rate that is commensurate with their risk.  so the good drivers must necessarily cover the bad drivers in order for all drivers to be covered. 
 
this was my point with USAC insurance.  there is a single rate per racer per field per event.  in my post, i was musing over whether this is appropriate.  we likely wouldnt' do business with a company that charged flood insurance per square foot of house regardless of whether you lived in a flood plain or a mountain top.  we likely wouldnt' do business with a company that charged car insurance day you drove regardless of your past driving history, mileage, driving environment or your make and model of car.  yet we don't seem the least surprised that usac sees all racers as presenting a common risk.  i readily acknowledge that i am oversimplifying the issues here but i believe you will see the point i am making. 
 
bicycle accidents in races rarely generate the kinds of costs we see in car, home, life or social insurance settings.  a vanisingly small percentage of incidents result in the actual litigation that the insurance is meant to cover.  this is an important point and I likely did not describe it sufficiently.  when a racer races in our district, the promoter pays $2 per racer to the USCF and $1 per racer to mabra (or $0.50 per racer for series races).  the mabra fee is administrative in nature, and entirely separate from fees charged by officials for working the race.  the mabra fee funds all sorts of things including the finish line cameras and kits, paperwork for races, mailings, etc.  mabra has a budget which is public and can be viewed if you are interested.  the mabra fee is generally waived for collegiate promoters and may be waived for special events. 
 
the fee (and insurance) from uscf is different, at least on it's surface.  the stated purpose of that insurance is to cover the rider and promoter in the event of an incident that generates liability.  it's regrettably helpful to picture the worst case scenario here.  imagine some tragi-comic scene where a motor mistakenly leads a whole field off the course and through the storefront of some mom-and-pop restaurant operation.  as the dust clears, and the poor diners crawl out from under piles of sweaty riders, you get that sinking feeling that there some poor person is gonna' have some 'splainin to do.
 
this insurance is considerably more of a black box**.  i don't know what the actual uscf incident rate is per 1000 riders, but there is a very interesting inference that can be made.  the uscf fee has not changed in a long time.  it has held steady while medical insurance rates and liability insurance cases have increased geometrically.  so whatever is going on, it's cost structure is not responding to the cost increases seen in the general insurance environment, liability awards and the economy as a whole.  in simple terms, compare and contrast that to what has happened with license fees from USAC; increasing dramatically over the last few years.  it's impossible to know for sure whether those increases are being used to underwrite general policies.  i believe that there was correspondence from biseglia to this effect at some point before he hit the eject button. 
 
we're working on some tools to help people infer the actual risk of entering a single race and racing an entire season.  look for them in the near future.
 
okay.  now that that's over, some pictures from the ride out to greenbelt last week.  the trip out from dc is alwas a trip.  traffic and pedestrians everywhere. 
 
 
i owe a huge debt of gratitude to a kindly soul who saw me drop my wallet out of my courier bag on lincoln near rhode island and s street and turned her car around to let me know.  that coudl have been a catastrophically bad turn in luck and she went out of her way to let me know.  i am now under the obligaiton do something equally nice.  it won't be easy.
 
there are many surreal sights on the way out rhode island avenue.  i have talked with several other people who ride to greenbelt on wednesdays and we chat about routes that are safer or faster or more scenic.  this was actually a giveaway (see the blue tupperware lid which doubles as a sign) but it is more amusing to me to think that the people along rhode island avenue near the dc/md line are creating dada-ist art installations in their front yards.  the following piece, which i have dubbed "santa's workshop fish fish fish" seems to say a lot.  and to say nothing.  at the same time.  brilliant!

just past hyattsville, i like to jump up into riverdale.  it's family friendly...

and must be a very affluent area.  this is a typical residence in riverdale.  i wasn't allowed to get much closer.

i like to take the stream valley park from riverdale, along the northeast branh of the anacostia up to good luck.  it's a nice route.  this is often where you bump into others who are headed to greenbelt.  this past week i saw scott from route 1 velo and a yellow blur that passed me int he park.  it's a good thing my camera was set to an exceedingly fast shutter speed.  only later did i recognize the friendly face behind the blur.

after the race, i was entirely dependent on the kindness of strangers.  eric marshall very generously offered to ride mehome from greenbelt which is saying something because he's not exactly close to me.  he's good people.  all the more so because i think i got post-race nutella all over the inside of his volvo.

- - - posted by scott

** for anyone who is interested in following up on this, i'd suggest starting with todd sowl at USAC who is the chief financial officer.  he answers his phone and provides useful information.  he was recently very helpful in clarifying some issues related to the coverage provisions and requirements for the auto and moto insurance that mabra requires promoters to carry.

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 Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Here's a picture from just before the start of the Men's 30+ race at Quicksilver on Saturday.  Spot the Racing Union comrades in their new uniforms:

And they're off!

--- posted by josh

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 Monday, June 12, 2006

a few thoughts from what turned out to be an interesting weekend.  saturday was the quicksilver race.  the union forces were out and beginning to race together as team.  working with our guys was by far the most rewarding part of the afternoon.  it was especially nice to see guys covering moves when I knew they didnt' really want to or feel like doing it.  they did it because they understood it would help the team effort and they knew it had to be done.  that, was great.  the last few laps of the 30+ race were a mixed bag.  the break of the day was well established.  we just wanted to ride near the front and keep the pace high enough that we would not get swarmed.  i was supposed to lead out aric and would have done so but he took a good opporunity and freelanced it.  his lanes ended up clogging and i managed to grab a good wheel coming up and into the last corner.  between aric and myself, i figured we would have a good finish.  after the race, we rode around for a while.  i eventually went to check on results.  and this is where the story turns somewhat sub-optimal.  when i rode up to the registraiton tent, bernard was there and thye were handing out checks.  he had done very well (congrats, b.) but mentioned to me that he had to protest the results because he was not listed.  guess what, i was not even listed in the results.  my number appears nowhere.  the guy with the checks kind of shrugged and said "the protest period is over".  i wasn't really upset.  i would have liked the place, but it's a hobby, and stuff happens.  and maybe my experience will serve as a reminder to others to be sure to check the results during the protest period.  i have told others before that it's their responsibility to do so.  this time it's my turn to be told.  yippee.  i was mostly happy i didn't crash anyway.  thank goodness for small things.

sunday was a real adventure.  aric and alec had arranged a ride out to the oasis winery, and a subsequent picnic, west of the plains.  i was not sure if my wife would make it but i had never been to that specific area and wanted to check it out.  i also really didn't want to drive.  aric's wife, colleen, our newest union member, offered to drive ben along with her kids.  the only trick was that she needed another car seat.  so early on sunday morning, we loaded up the trailer but good.  the car seat went in the back of the trailer, along with 1 leap pad, three books, eight little nascar replicas, some snacks, extra fluids, tools to fix bike and trailer, extra clothes and a map.  yup.  i couldn't even bring myself to weigh it but it was substantial. 

ben and i rode out to leesburg, into a headwind.  he would ask me why the other cyclists were passing us and never seemed happy with the answer.  he asked me how i can race if everyone is always passing me.  good point.   i was using the power tap and i'll spare you the details except to say that for the two hours of riding, I clocked in about 30 watts below lactate threshold and an average speed below 15mph.  ooofff.  still, it was fun and ben enjoyed it.

when we got to leesburg, we unhooked the trailer, set up ben and took off.  the ride to oasis was awesome.  there were two prolonged gravel sections but both were pretty clean and fairly rideable.  once you get out past marshall, the land really rolls and it is breathtaking.  we saw a lot of motorcylists out and it's no wonder, as the roads are tight and twisty and amazingly rolling.  we also saw some emt's on the scene of a motorcycle crash.  again, it's no wonder, as the roads are tight and twisty and amazingly rolling.  aric has the cue sheet for this route so i'll try to update this post later on our route details.

the winery was quite nice.  the others enjoyed a picnic near the pond.  ben worked on his photography.

i tried to hand out some manifestos but the customer base here seemed particularly resistant to the brand of economic populism i was preaching.  i just couldn't figure it out, but what the hey, another data point in planning for the revolution.  the trip wasn't a total waste.  i did scope out some nice sections of land that may be liberated for my purposes and returned to the people once things get going.  but i digress.  it was a very nice day.

i'm hoping to get out to greenbelt on wednesday.  if anyone is interested in riding from dc or carpooling, please drop me a line or leave it in comments.  - - - posted by scott

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 Wednesday, May 24, 2006

i have been thinking a lot about two things over the last few days. i know what you're thinking; but it's not this or this or this or this.  no, i've been thinking about my flat at poolesville and the fact the people have started calling me a communist.  now both of these things are wrong, but for different reasons. 

the first thing is that my flat at poolesville was just wrong.  i had been riding okay, nothing great, but 50 miles into the race and i'm beginning to think about how it will end for those of us who are still a full four minutes behind the break.  eli caught a flat and i remember telling him he had a good race and patting him on back as i went by.  and you know what i got for that good karma: 100 meters down the road, blammo, my front wheel is shot heading into the deep gravel.  joy.  no wheel van in sight.  no nobody in sight.  my high hopes come settling down along with the dust cloud my fellow riders have left.  a minute later, the wheel van comes ripping by (driven by our old friend pete lindeman) and it's empty and doesn't stop.  it's been reassigned as the follow vehicle for the race. 

the second thing is that i am not a communist.  i have heard people throwing around labels, mostly in jest, and the jests are usually pretty funny as well.  we revolutionaries do have a sense of humor after all.  but it is incorrect to call me a communist.  i could go on and on about the distinctions between various ideologies, in both theory and practice (think manifesto of marx and engels vs. animal farm) but you'd be bored.  the differences between leninism, maoism, troskyism, et. al. are significant, but they often seem to reduce themselves to self-parody.  it puts one in mind of the nice piece of humor from the life of brian on the judean people's front and the people's front of judea.

i would like to clarify that i personally am really more of a collectivist.  and i'm hardly alone in this.  you may have seen recent news articles illustrating these principles on a much larger scale.  and since the revolution is proceeding apace, it might be helpful to let you all know what you can expect in the very near future.  in very simple terms, property will be considerably less private and considerably more public.  the things surrounding you will belong to, and be used for, the benefit of all of us. 

here's an example of a hero of collectivism:

and an anti-hero of collectivism

still not quite sure what this all means?  let's try again by going back to the topic i initially introduced in this post: my flat at poolesville.  i got a flat and was forced to pull out of the race.  why did this happen?  what was the real problem there?  if you said that my team car was derelict in it's duty, you're as far off as you can be.  the revolution will not allow team cars, opting instead to sieze them and turn them over to small farming communes where they can be retrofitted with more-ecologically friendly engines and help the workers in their daily chores.  if you said the wheelvan didn't bring me one, you're still in way too bourgeois of a mind-set.  property will be collective.  when one person flats, another individual will share what they have with them.  so the real problem at poolesville was that the collective of racers (them) did not support their fellow racer (me) by providing another wheel when one was desperately needed. 

i know some of you are still struggling with this so i have added a sample problem which should really help to drive the point home. 

question: we're riding together at hains point.  it's the thursday before a big criterium and we're doing a good sprint workout to polish the skills in positioning and finishing.  i have a tire that's going soft.  what do you do?

answer: if you said "attack!!!", that's wrong.  very, very wrong, and we have work camps re-educational facilities to help disavow you of those notions.  similarly, if you said "sprint away giggling" you're not thinking in a collective mindset.  the correct answer is to tell me to slow down so you, a fellow bike rider and racer, can collectively help me to work towards the greater glory of the cause by providing a wheel for me to finish the workout.  bonus points if you mentioned getting off your bike and changing the wheel for me a fellow racer or gave me a fellow racer a push start to help me a fellow racer catch back up to the group.

still not sure what's going on?  look at the following pictures.  this handy guide can be printed out to assist you in managing your actions such that the collective benefit is realized.

not yours, but ours to help fulfill the aims of the revolution
still not yours, which is an outmoded capitalistic concept, but ours which is a welcome, progressive way of viewing property.
to be used, collectively, for the cause. not yours.
for the good of all, to be given to me your fellow racer.  now.

- - - posted by scott

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 Thursday, May 18, 2006

with tomorrow being bike to work day (which is still mandatory, so no questions at this point please) all good citizens collectively let their minds drift towards alternative transportation.  i decided to get in some early practice last night, as you can never be too prepared.  i had corresponded with robb hampton about hooking up with him to ride out to the greenbelt race from dc.  when i had not heard from him at 17:00h, i went ahead and made my own arrangements.  the rough plan was to ride to greenbelt, race and then rode to the metro and take the metro home.  i apologize in advance for the lack of pictures for this post.  I had the camera but the threat fo rain made me lock it away in several ziploc bags.

i left the office and headed out through capitol hill and north-east washington.  interestingly, i ran into dana from coppis who yelled my name.  i stopped and we chatted for a few moments.  he pointed out some pretty ominous looking clouds on the horizon, and said he was bagging his plans to head to hains point.  i asked if he wanted to accompany me to greenbelt and he declined graciously, but suggested to me that i might get caught in the downpour.  being pigheaded, i decided to prove him, the empirical evidence produced by nexrad, radar and satellite, and all the idiot weathermen wrong.

the ride out rhode island avenue to riverdale is actually pretty nice.  without working too hard, i was clearly moving faster than traffic.  josh and i lived in riverdale so i was tempted along the way to ride past some of our old haunts but was pressed for time and passed.  for those who are interested, travel time is about 45 minutes.  and speaking of alternative transportation, i was very happy ot see the traffic circle between mt.ranier and hyattsville.  a little taste of europe.  just lookout for the monster pothole on the north-east side.  it's a wheel eater and invisible to you if there are cars in front.

instead of going up kenilworth to university, i elected to enter the park on the south side and follow the road that goes by the campground.  it was a nice ride but just began to sprinkle lightly as i entered the park.  the friendly road guards said the race was still on so i rolled up to registration.  it was working smoothly.  they still had bagels and peanut butter and nutella.  right on.

it's important to note that your powers of observation are what will help you improve as a cyclist.  we can all only train to a certain point, and after that it's making good choices and psychological toughness.  i have to hand it to the rockville harley guys; they had their game going early.  sean barrie tried to distract me with talk about our recent crashes while mark johnson swooped in and took the other half of the bagel i was planning on fueling up with.  at least he opted for peanut butter and didn't take the last of the nutella.  incidentally, nutella is the fuel.  we dont' really do sponsorship, but i do believe i am allowed to sing the praises of products i like.  so here goes: noooooo....teeeellll.....aaaahhhh......is the bomb.

i'm sure it won't be nearly as good as what servio will deliver tomorrow at freedom plaza, but we do what we can.  the greenbelt race was uneventful up until a bad crash in the b race took down two of dc velo's finest.  the latest updates on their condition can be found here.  i think i speak for all of us when we wish both of them and marjan a quick recovery.  while it was hard to see them all in obvious states of significant discomfort, it was heartening to see the racers generally just stop racing and a lot of people stop to see if there was anything they could do to help.

it's been a while since i habitated in that area so i want to also send out a very quick thanks to the whole route 1 velo team for providing a volunteer to lead me to the metro station since i was clearly dis-combob-ulated and incorrectly thought i knew the route.  thats a nice series, and they are nice peoples.  as if the nutella was not enough.  i remember pete lindeman saying to me a year or two ago that he'd be satisfied doing nothing but racing greenbelt all summer.  i agree, if only i could find a way to move to greenbelt from where i am now and drop the interminable post race commute.

on a totally separate note, i want pictures tomorrow from bike to work day.  email them to me and i'll be sure they get up.  that means you.  yeah, the picture part, that's mandatory as well.

- - - posted by scott

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 Monday, May 15, 2006

that's right campers, free swim at the pool! the baker park cat 5 felt like a good race, for all the shennanigans. someone can correct me, but i believe it was 20 laps, or thereabouts, with a whopping 7 primes to keep all of us neophytes pedalling hard. there was rain, but it held off for most of the race. i dont need to add to mike's course description, and i'd just note that up at the front, at least, things stayed fairly civilized going through the turns. there was a crash on the back side with 2-3 laps to go which took out 2 riders, one of whom is rumored to have suffered a broken ankle. if so, the union sends its sympathies. my performance was somewhat restrained-i am now on vacation in boston and didn't want to miss my flight due to hospitalization. however, i hung out in the front group, chased a break or two, and jumped for 2 primes when it looked like everyone else was taking it easy. I did not contest the final sprint, but came in right behind it, in 9th place. baker is a really sweet course. ride on, brothers!

-joe

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Bunny Hop, 30+

This was a fun and educational race for me. First of all, it was fast. Fast and smooth. There was really only one corner of any significance in this race and my goal on each lap was to just keep my speed, stay in my line and be cool.  It was a 60 minute race. I thought coming in that I would see how it would go in the regular 30+ field and try to stay in for 30 minutes (mistake #1). Well, we got to 30 minutes and I started looking at the laps-to-go instead of just concentrating on efficient riding (mistake #2). So after one particularly hard lap, I just kinda sat up and stopped (super mistake #3).

Baker Park, 30+ Cat 4/5

This crit was 20 laps of a long skinny rectangle with three 90 degree turns and one gentle curve coming into a slight uphill finish. The pace seemed to be faster and more race-like than Carl Dolan and I could see good attempts to break away and good team efforts to catch various riders.  PoWER put four or five in the race and seemed to dominate from the gun. I started out perhaps a bit too cautiously and ended up towards the back of the 75 starters. There were a number of primes, so that kept the pace pretty high throughout. The best place to move up was on the uphill straight, so after about five laps I made a good effort to get up to about half way back. At about six laps to go I went hard on the inside of the uphill and popped right up to the front of the group--somewhere in the top three or four. I settled in and held a good position in the top ten for another three or so laps. Half way through three to go, I either picked a bad line coming into turn two, or someone attempted to "Gibbons" me and I had to break hard to avoid this, skidded a bit, and lost all my speed. I found myself instantly dangling off the back of the group at just the wrong time. I had to give it a strong effort to regain my speed and tried to move up again, but the pace at the front didn't abate and I was just a too gassed to pick up any spots. I rolled in at the back of the group for 32nd. Overall, not a bad outing.

-michael

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 Tuesday, May 09, 2006

so I'm finally getting back up on my feet again.  i had a very hard crash at bunny hop this past weekend on the last lap.  i do not have the clearest memory of what actually happened.   i received several emails which all basically said the same thing: you're really, really, really lucky to have walked away from that crash.  it was a doozy.  i remember a rider in front, and slightly to the left of me, unclipping his right foot and doing two big wobbles with his handlebars.  and the next thing i know, i am maintaining a low earth orbit and thinking: "houston, we have a negative on that trajectory..."

I spotted the curb i hit on the way down and impacted it pretty hard.  since i figured my number was up anyway, i tried to be gracious by positioning myself between andrew hong and the tree so he would come through it all unscathed.  we do what we can to help others.  it is the union way. 

and speaking of help, i needed it.  that's the bad part.  the good part is that i got it, almost immediately, and in amounts which I still find gratifying.  lots of people tried to help and that was nice.  again, i don't have the clearest recollection of what was going on but i felt people trying to move me and trying to help.  my clearest recollection is of michael rp, lew strader an arch mckown trying to get me settled and encouraging me to get into the ambulance.  i was recalcitrant.  I stood up, but turned pale and thought i was going to vomit, so I went with what lew and arch were lobbying for.  below is a dramatic re-enactment of the scene:

 

oh, except that they insisted on putting me on a backboard with a neck collar and using huge webbing restraint straps which ran right over my road rash.  yeah, that's the ticket.  it felt as though they had taken me straight to the dirt road section at poolesville.  the ambulance was jumping around through potholes and all sorts of other stuff.  we arrive and they check me right in.  i won't belabor the experience.  i was unfortunate in that there were several large scale trauma cases and a helicopter trauma case flown in while i was there.  so service was at a premium.  honestly, that i was ready for.  the thing i was not ready for was the surreal problems that particular emergency room was having.  wacked out people wandering around the nurses station, being yelled at to go back to their rooms.  police officers patrolling the emergency room and what not.  tere was an absence of the healing vibe i was seeking. 

I was released late.  the doctor came in to have a pow wow with me.  the blood and urine work showed no signs of internal bleeding, but he was very concerned about the fact that I appeared clinically dehydrated and had exceedingly low blood sugar and that this might be complicating the blood work.  my wife tried to calmly explain that I had been racing, that i had been denied food and had been provided virtually no fluids until they knew my situation.  she continued to elaborate on that theme, stating that it if you really stopped to think about it, it wasn't at all surprising that i'd be in that sort of state.  she was just getting warmed up, but i had to sort of intervene at this point.  i just wanted to go home and i got what i wanted.

so it's all over now.  i'm healing up and i'll be back in a few weeks.  this event has been regrettable, but it happens.  i will mostly remember the kind words and thoughts people passed along.  you guys always show up to races and training rides with your game face on but you're a bunch of hallmark-card-writing softies.  i've still got all the emails to prove it. 

a few random notes:

  • my knees: several people told me that they thought i had broken or shattered one or both tibia.  that's not the case.  I have bone spurs in both knees surrounded by all the normal hardware and software.  lucky me. 
  • small world: josh was my ambulance/emt attendant.  turns out he worked at the bike doctor store as a mechanic for two years.  he's a mountain biker and seemed really interested in road cycling.  angel, my emergency room charge nurse, is some sort of spinning junkie and is looking to get out on bike trails with her three year old son.  she asked me about local trails and roads and we talked about waba and other clubs.  and while i rarely get tired of talking about the revolution, i was pretty tired of talking about cycling by midnight.  the point, however, is that we often see the world as us (very small group of competitive cyclists) and them (everybody else in the whole &$#@ world).  it's not like that and I'll have some posts up about bike to work day soon that i think will help back this up and hopefully present a more inclusive vision.
  • and lastly, you people make me sick.  it was simply unbelievable the number of emails i got asking for pictures of the carnage.  it's like bike porn for you jackals.  even the ever cordial and mild-mannered luecke was circling like a vulture and asking for pics.  i was going to say no on principle, but i have no shame, so here you go.

this is pretty representative of my right side.  only the huge gouge out from under my knee's bone spur requires coverage.  the rest has dried out reasonably well and stopped weeping.  i used to pack these things with talc to try to force them to dry.  some people favor keeping them wet.  some people try to get them to dry out and up.  everyone has a different approach to dealing with this and their way works for them.  special thanks go out to joe baremore for an anecdote that cheered me up considerably on this front.

below is the real damage.  you can see the front where i hit the curb, but rest assured, it reaches around my back.  the rash itself is not impressive but the swelling is positively amazing.  my right hip flexor, with insertion point a full three inches below the impact site, has been numb since the accident from the pressure of the hematoma.  just this morning, it started to feel back to normal.  the swelling is still prominent.

- - - posted by scott

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 Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Today comrades Joe, Josh, Scott and I participated in the first race of this year's Greenbelt series of training races.  Our executariat raced with the A group and the rest of us with the C proles.  There, Joe quickly established himself at the front and I hung on for a while until a split formed and I dropped off the back.  As far as I could tell, the field was too thinned to form much of an organized chase (if we could even organize such a thing).   Josh and I later found ourselves in a small group with a couple of other riders, but by then the leaders were well ahead.  I thought the pace was a little slow and rode away for a lap, but couldn't stay away on my own.  Joe and two others lapped us just before the final lap.  Although Josh and I pulled off, I somehow missed seeing the finish, but Joe reports that after his heroic efforts throughout the race he had to settle for third in the sprint.  I'm confident he'll be a real force in the remainder of the series.

We watched the A & B races from the sidelines.  In the A race, a break formed quickly and gained a lot of time on the main group.  Scott reports he barely missed getting in the break, and we could see him valiantly trying to organize a chase, which regretfully never really came together.

To the future, comrades!

end communication.

--roy

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 Thursday, April 13, 2006

race report from the Classique Nord Charente
 
The day before Paris Roubaix, is a "mini Paris Roubaix" in north western France. 

Thursday 7th April, I get an e-mail from my DS who has just returned from the tour of Majorca saying that I am racing both Saturday and Sunday.  But Saturday is not just any race.
 
Friday 8th, I load up my car and drive up to Castelsarrasin to the team house where I sill spend the weekend.  John is at the house (of course, he lives there) and so is another team mate who is from central France in Poitier and had to spend most of the week down south for some tests being run in Toulouse.  A number of other people are also at the house this weekend as Saturday morning will be an early start.  We are supposed to have a team meeting Friday evening to discuss our racing schedule for the rest of the season... but in typical French style, the meeting is first put off for about an hour, and eventually put off all together.
 
Fearing that the team meal that night might be a big plate of simple pasta with no sauce etc, John and I sneaked out to get some food, and I also needed a new cassette and some brake pads.  So we hit the bike shop which was miraculously still open.  I got what I needed and we headed towards the shops.  Realizing that if we got some food, everyone would eat it thinking it was team food, we decided against getting actual food and sneaked into the local McDonalds for some rather inappropriate fare.  Making ourselves feel better about our sinful act by recounting the story of Chris Horner's fight to get a burger and fries during last years Tour de France, we munched our food quickly and headed back to the house.  The guys were waiting for us to go and eat... so we all piled into the team cars and went out to a cafeteria for dinner, paid for by the team.  So John and I got in 2 meals that evening.  Americans. puh. (** - see editor's note below) 

Saturday, the big day.  The team loaded the vehicles and got everything ready for the long drive up to northern France for the Classic Nord Atlantique.  2 cars and a mini-bus, 3 drivers and more wheels than you can shake a stick at accompanied the 11 rider team for this mini Paris Roubaix.  After about 2 hours of driving, we stopped for lunch.  John and I looked at each other and people started to pull out Tupperware full of food, we had prepared nothing.  A moment of panic went through us until we found out that 4 or 5 of the other guys also had nothing.  So the team paid for our cafeteria lunch.  The choice was limited, and we needed some kind of carbs.  So I went for fries and sausage, far from ideal.  Back into the vehicles we piled for more driving.  Eventually we get there.  The team helpers get all the bikes out, get everything sorted, fill the water bottles, get our race numbers etc etc.  I had put on my new chain, so I got changed and went off to shake the legs out after that long drive.  5 meters out of the parking area and of course the chain is slipping all over the old cassette.  So I go hunting in the back of the van, all we have in 9 speed is a cosmic carbon with a TT cassette, so I put the cassette on my wheel and off we go to race 130km of dirt on a 11-19 cassette that isn't shifting very well anyway.
 
The race gets underway with a 10km neutral start, after about 20km is the first dirt section.  There are 15 in total, each one named and with a big sign at the entrance with the name and distance up for all to see.  The first hour of racing was at 44km average, and there was no hiding in the field, it was strung out all the way.  I really didn't feel well at first, and not long into the race, that greasy sausage and fries started to come up.  I threw up 3 times and got dropped twice.  I sat in the cars for a while and waited until Marion pulled up in our team car.  For some reason I was really thirsty and had gotten through a whole water bottle in only 30k.  She told me that there was a little group of riders behind me with Thibault Marc (one of our guys) in there, so I could wait for them... she was a little surprised when I asked her for a water bottle this early into the race.  In fact you are not allowed to be fed within the first 50km of the race, but I'm guessing no one saw because we didn't get a fine.  Then I worked my way through the caravan and got back into the race.  Sadly a little later the food came up again to say hello, and I was off the back, this time with Couscous (Christophe Cousinie, one of the area heroes who is on our team this year), he's not in great form at the moment as he was sick over the winter.  I sat in and let the other guys who were with us do a little work, but seeing it wasn't doing much I took control of things.  I worked my way through the caravan and got back into the race once again.  I think Couscous followed me but the other guys dropped.
 
About half way into the race, a break had got away early and we didn't have anyone in it.  As we headed up a little hill John attacked at the perfect moment, it strung us all out and I wanted to kill him because here came the food again.  Sadly for John it came to nothing.  So we put 3 guys on the front to try and close the gap to the group off the front, the 3 were Beaudet, Parks and Trouche, then we had 3 other guys sitting in the field.  As we hit another dirt section everyone flatted, there were guys all over the place.  Seemed like all but 2 or 3 of us from our team flatted.  A few meters later John got a flat too.  This race was absolute carnage back in the team cars.  Cars were stopping all over the place, they were running out of wheels, there was dust everywhere.  Seeing as we no longer had our 3 guys up front I got myself up to the front and tried to control the attacks.  But by the 2nd section of dirt near the front I started to drop back as people let gaps open.  Frankly from this point on I don't know what happened.  There were cars all over the place, riders in ones and twos, guys crashing in the middle of the "road", motorbikes going through farmers' fields.  I do remember being amazed at the amount of spectators out watching the dirt sections.  We would come crashing over the dirt, through a field out in the middle of nowhere, and there were all these people just standing in the middle of a field in the north of France cheering a bike race.  Well the rest of the race is a blur of dust and confusion.  All I know is that less than half of the field finished.  Only 2 of us from our team finished.  I was quite happy to be one of them even if that northern style of riding with lots of accelerations isn't what I'm best at.  I actually didn't flat.  Although a lot of it is luck, I think that my years of mountain biking really helped me to choose the right gear and adopt a pedal style that minimized the risk of flatting.  I was quite amazed actually because before the race I pulled out a big chunk of glass that left a big deep hole in my rear tire.
 
I'm pretty bummed for John who flatted, and then (maybe stupidly) waited for a team mate who also got a flat.  John was riding a very smart race.  Now he wouldn't have been able to do anything about the group that was off the front and stayed off the front, but I feel pretty sure John was on a good day and could have got himself a top 20 finish... which in that race would have been more than respectable.

I may not have got any flats, but I did crack my rim.  I'm pretty annoyed as I now don't have a rear wheel.  That was my race wheel, and I only have a really heavy and crappy shimano rear wheel now.  Sucks.  I also tore my saddle.
 
After the race, it was back in the cars for the long drive home.  We got in at 11pm, and it was off to do it all over again early the next morning for 150km of racing with a slightly different team consisting of 5 riders who had done the Classic Nord Charente.  John and myself were there, but that's a different story.  Another slightly modified team race on Monday as well.  I wasn't part of it, John was the only one to do all 3 days.  He didn't have to, but he chose to go monday anyway, and was totally toasted.
 
Classic Nord Charente (Paris Roubaix) in a few words and numbers:
 
130km
15 dirt section:
1st hour at 44kph
41kph average for the whole race.
 
website: http://perso.wanadoo.fr/pascal.baudouin/velo.htm
France 3 coverage:
http://jt.france3.fr/
and click on 19/20 Poitou-Charentes and then click on Dimanche 09 avril.
around  7minutes in
 
Results:
1- LEBRUN Charles Henri (CC Marmande)
2- Limoges V. (Blois CAC 41)
3- Mainguenaud (Deux-Sèvres C)
22- Pozza S. (CC Castelsarrasin)
36- Siméon G. (CC Castelsarrasin)

(** editor's note - - - there is no real literal translation for what sim is giving you here: "Americans. puh."  the french have a stunning array of dismissive gestures and phrases.  the gestures tend to be small.  you are generally not deemed worthy of any sort of vocalization or arm waving unless you run over their citroen with tractor or you're caught stealing their heating oil or groceries.  as a result, the most common thing you're likely to encounter is this "puh".  it's very amusing as i knew immediately what sim was talking about.  to make this work, you puff out your cheeks ever so slightly, form your lips like you're going to say the letter "p" or the beginning of the word "pug" and then push the air out your lips.  the rest of your face is motionless.  to add emphasis, you can supplement this with an almost indiscernable shrug or a barely detectable flick of your hand.  try to look off slightly from the object of your disgust.  these small gestures speak volumes.  oh yah, and i'll try to get some pictures up fairly soon from the race.)

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 Tuesday, April 04, 2006

a lot of love for arch, and team snow valley, and the town of walkersville for hosting us this past saturday.  a really nice event.  the course is hard, but not too hard.  i like that a lot, as i think that it allows the racers to make the race.  from a promotion standpoint, the event went off very smoothly: on time with no hassles, smoooooth registration, great police support and generally helpful disposition from the locals who were no doubt surprised to see huge masses of cyclists swarming down the roads. 

there are lots of ride and race reports out there right now.  my personal favorites of late have been coming from the rockville harley blog where robb hampton is dispensing some good material.  in addition, we were unable to deliver the results that i had hoped for at walkersville, so i will not dwell on any sort of blow by blow.  i do have some general things i'd like to say which are inspired by that particular (30+/40+, walkersville) race but apply to a lot fo the races we do.

yellow line fever: I want to talk about yellow line races, riders getting DQ'd from yellow line races for crossing the yellow line and the exceedingly tough balancing act required of officials in maintaining order.  a lot of people have strong feelings about yellow lines races.  think you're the only one that's upset about double yellow enforcement?  think it's easy and clear?  think againand again (sort of off topic).  and again (completely off topic).  maybe there's something about the human or competitive psyche that doesn't do well with artificial limitations.  maybe racers press for advantage right up until the point where the officials start dq-ing whole fields.  you can like it or you can not like it, but in our area, you can pretty much be assured that most road races will be yellow line affairs.  that's just the way it is. 

yellow line racing has a very tight dynamic to it.  there are not a lot of places to pass, and the riders need to be mindful that when the occasion arises, there are others who are also thinking about moving up.  in our area, it appears that the most common technique for handling these races is for one or two of the teams that are greatest in terms of numbers or strength to mass near the front, send off a small combination of riders and then congest the front.  you can be sitting in the third row of riders back, and watch helpelessly (as i did on saturday) as several waves of riders jump off the front.  this induces a seething frustration that i hereby name "yellow line fever".  yellow line fever is characterized by aggressive behaviour and poor judgement.  racers opt for suicidal attacks into the wind rather than get trapped in a rolling mass of unmotivated riders.  this malady is easily identified in those racers, helplessly trapped at the back of a 100 rider field, whose only recourse is to yell "go" and "up, up, up" and 'let's get moving" as they watch yet another group of three slip off the front.  this produces a secondary frustration effect in the riders who are near, but not exactly at, the front of the pack, who desperately want to "go go go!" but are not able to because there are two rows of riders in front of them, from yellow line to road's edge.  so the people near the fornt want to block, the people right behind them want to go and the people in the back are just screaming.  did i summarize that appropriately?  in this race, there were actually a considerable number of places where people could move up but chose not to because of the wind.  so i was getting frustrated hearing people yell when i thought there were lots of places where they could move up.  so there was something for everyone.

i would also like to go on record as saying that i appreciate what the motor refs did.  they walk a very fine line.  at one point or another, almost everyone was over the yellow line.  but the motor refs in the 30/40 field seemed to show excellent discretion.  there were times when an accidnet occured or people needed to push out for safety.  as long as riders were not taking advantage by moving up when this happened, the officials seemed to be willing to let it go.  and they seemed to be just vocal enough to keep us from thinking we could get away with it.  they made an example out of tony which was regrettable.  but tony chose a really bad time to attack and he attacked waaaaay over the yellow line.  no matter what you heard, i was there and riding right next to bill, his teammate and we both just shook our heads.  i heard the motor official coming up the line and he had just yelled at us a few minutes earlier to express his frustraiton that we were not staying on our side of the yellow.  the fever was peaking, tony attacked and the refs threw him out.  simple.  and after that, people were better behaved.  i like the enforcement.  i think this is the rare case where "if you haven't done anything wrong, you haven't anything to fear" is appropriate.  everyone benefits from yellow line enforcement.  we have all seen races where the enforcement is lax and the liberties taken get greater and greater until something bad happens.  i doff my chapeau to the motor escorts and officials for that race.  i think they did a good job.  and if you disagree with me, don't bother writing me your opinions in the comments because i am not really very open-minded on this issue and i don't really care if you disagree.

smackdown: on a slightly different note, the finish of that race was simply over the top and out of control.  normally, master's races in our area are fairly smooth and fast and safe, but this was a veritable circus of assclowns.  we rode a tight echelon as the wind was coming hard over our right shoulder down the finsihign straight.  most riders overlapping the riders in front of them significantly.  rottier elected to take the far right, up in the wind, but forward.  in the case that side opened, he'd have a very clean look at the finish line.  i was the last rider in the echelon, with my teammate on my wheel and total smackdown happening in the gutter behind me.  now mind you, i was on the very edge of the road.  my tires were on pavement but the left side of my handlebars was over the gravel and grass.  coming into the finish, i felt a guy bump me and say "i'm on your left"  that's hilarious.  there is no left.  my tires are on the white line and my handlebars are hanging over the side of the road.  the only way you could be on my left is if you're off the road.  completely ridiculous.  and what did this person think i would do?  slow down, say execuse me and get out of his way?  like i somehow mistakenly got in front of him and he's giving me a face-saving way to remediate the problem.  wow, how generous, thank you.  i am really surprised that guys were fighting that hard for places in the gutter.  that's how accidents happen and from the sounds, i believe that we dodged a bullet and are very lucky that we didn't leave several people on the asphalt.  I have said before that it's not worth sprinting for 38th place, as you're more liely to injure yourself or someone else that to get a lot of gain out of it.  if your time or placing is so critical, do a cyclosportif or a timed tour.  in racing, there is a dynamic where the top people are going all out and once the top 10-15 places have been decided, that's it.  if it were up to me, i'd only publish the top three results and list everyone else who finished alphabetically.  you may think i'm digressing but i'm not.  guys are desperate to scoop up the last few bar points so they go tearing through fields and endangering everyone.  i think there is a perverse incentive at work and i don't think it's constructive.

i found myself cooling down on the course, muttering that these yahoos should read the manifesto.

- posted by scott

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 Monday, April 03, 2006

About half way through the first lap there was a crash at the front of the group. I was about half way back and behind the crash. The guy fell down on my side, I braked and swerved, and narrowly missed him (I was close enough to be conscious of where my pedals were in rotation so as not to slam his back). Just at that moment the pace picked up tremendously. I chased for quite a while and was never able to catch up to the group in front of me. It was pretty tough mentally, as I matched their pace for several miles, but just couldn't catch up. Then there were small groups of riders together for the rest of the day. I ended up riding a lap or three with comrade Josh. We were caught by the 4s (who started 10 minutes or so ahead of us) just before their finish and the road guards erroneously waved us off to the side. We sat there for a few minutes until we saw another group of 5s roll by. We chased back on to them and found comrade Roy among them. Then we finished the last lap mostly together.
 
It was a tough, tough time. I don't think I could have stayed with the front group without the crash anyway, but it was nice to get out and put in a good effort and--maybe more importantly for me--not quit. At this point, I feel like I'm right on the edge of ability. If everything is smooth, and I make good decisions, I can be in the mix until the end. But I'm not strong enough to make up for chance or poor choices. I’m looking forward to the Carl Dolan race in a few weeks.

-michael

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 Wednesday, March 29, 2006

driving down to charlotteville...

driving back from charlottesville...

i sort of feel like that's what i got out of sunday.  it was frustrating in a lot of ways.  i have read some blogs where people talked about making great moves and riding boldly and reaping results.  i got none of that.  as for the race, i have virtually nothing to report.  this race was a very clear example of gambling and losing on my part.  i made a concious choice to leave the break out there for three laps.  i worked hard to chase on the fourth lap and probably burned myself out.  on the fifth lap, i gambled all my remaining energy on a small break that was forming going over the hill.  that was the wrong move and when roger attacker shortly thereafter and everyone watched him go, that was that, game over.  I pulled out of the race and onto the grass 500m befoe the finish line.  I was in the front ten riders going past the 1k to go flag, but my legs were cramping very badly and I was worried that I would lock up and cause an accident so I just pulled out.  i'll try to be a bit shrewder at walkersville this weekend.

- - - posted by scott

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 Monday, March 06, 2006

This past Saturday was the last of the Quicksilver Winter Solstice Series training races, and I’ve learned, frankly, that I need more race training. I've noted in my own progress that I’m not thinking about how to finish a race any more, rather I’m thinking about how to finish first. This is a pretty big step for me as any who’ve followed my change from couch potato to bicycle racer can attest.

It was pretty windy for the ten-lap “D” race. After the first lap two guys in front took off. I was very close to the front and could have gone (or at least tried to go) with them. I distinctly chose not to and that turned out to be the big losing moment for me. At the time I figured they would come back pretty quick with the wind. I was wrong. The eventual winner rode solo for more then eight laps and was never in danger of getting caught, and second place just survived the closing group. I ended out of position coming up the hill in the last lap, so did not contest the sprint for third.

I came away with two main thoughts from the series: if you are not willing to be aggressive and risk losing, you are not going to win; and mistakes will be punished, especially in short races like this.

-michael

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 Sunday, February 26, 2006

I rode better at this week’s Quicksilver Winter Solstice Series training race. We started with a little over 30 people for our ten-lap race. I stayed in good position for the entire race. After about five or six laps the field split with eleven in front. I stayed close to the back of the front group until about two to go, then moved up to the forth spot. Coming over the top of the rise after the first corner of the last lap, a group of three got away off the front. I knew something was going to happen at about that spot, but I was just in the wrong position at that moment and then hesitated too much to be with them. I tried to bridge up, hoping to latch on by the bottom of the hill before the end, figuring it was best to race for the win than settle for forth. I died mid-way across and most of the rest of the group came around me before the finish. I ended up ninth.

Much better then last week certainly, but still not a flawless race for me. I am not the strongest guy out there, so I’m trying to at least be the smartest. To do that I can’t miss the winning break if I can help it. One more week on this course until the real racing begins with Jeff Cup and Walkersville. I’m looking forward to it.

-michael

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 Saturday, February 18, 2006

The second Quicksilver Winter Solstice Series training race took place today (the first race in the series was cancelled due to snowfall). I don’t know the participation numbers, but there seemed to be a good crowd. I rode in the “D” race (Cat 5) and did fine. I think we started with about 25 participants and did nine laps. I was in a good position until I was shelled from the front group with about two laps to go. Finished somewhere around 15th I guess. I think there were just a few too many accelerations for me this early in the season. I worked a lot harder then I thought during the race; when I got home I was very sore and passed out on the couch for about an hour. I’ll try again next week and hope to do well enough to be in the mix at the finish.

-michael

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