Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Who's Cooking in Hell's Kitchen?

I don't know who was, but whoever they were all they were serving was wup-ass. C'mon, seriously, 6, 8, 10, 12... up to 18% grades? Madness, pure madness. What's a guy to do in the face of such a beast? Oh yeah, you guessed it, break away.

The 3's field took off from the start line under overcast skies and high temps in the mid-forties. David, Philip, Blake, and I thought that driving 5-hours south would purchase us some better weather. We ended up bettering the local Kansas conditions solely by the absence of spitting rain, that's a 5-hours well spent. In light of the unexpectedly chilly conditions, the pack putted along at a leisurely 18mph pace, with no-one wanting to do a lick of work. Within 500m from the start Will from BMC/Wal-Mart attacked off the front and started opening a gap. Watching his lone figure gaining scarcely an advantage over the peloton I turned to another rider at the front and inquired about the attack. "Yeah, it's Will. He won it last year this same way," a local racer told me. That's all I needed to hear, there was no way a 5-hour trek to Arkansas was going to chalk up to a loss within the opening 15 minutes of the race. With a few good kicks I was at the front of the group and reeling in Will fast. Once we packed him in, the rest of his teammates, there were about 5 or 6 more in the peloton, began rotating attacks and blocking. "It's too early for this shit," I told a few other racers who were near the front, "don't let these guys block up the front, take pulls in rotation and disrupt their unity." It worked. With the solid mass of the BMC/Wal-Mart team broken into dispersed individual riders they lost all unity of purpose and quit the shenanigans.

The peloton was still antsy. Up the road somewhere loomed the "Hell's Kitchen climb." I had heard a lot about this climb in hear-say; and I admit, I scarcely believed any of it. We reached the left hand turn leading to the initial climb and I moved to the front, taking the hill at my own pace. Immediately a gap opened between myself and the pack. Mounting the initial section, which pitched somewhere between 8-10%, the climb leveled out and took a quick dip before it rose again. "Holy shit," I remember thinking. This climb was the real deal. With a growing gap between me and the pack I hit the final climb with a good amount of speed and maintained 13mph on its initial slope. Taking quick deliberate breaths I fell into a climbing rhythm. As one leg pressed down its counterpart pulled forcibly up on the opposite pedal, my shoulders rocked as my arms pulled on the bike's hoods; the whole motion resulted in a rhythmic swinging of momentum, left to right, with my hips rocking in complimentarily opposite directions. Taking a quick look back I could see a line of chasers, in pursuit. A couple of hundred meters past the summit of the Hell's Kitchen climb four riders bridged to me, the break was set, it was on.

The five of us, two OKC Velo riders, Kent from Bike Shack, and a Snapple rider, had been away from mile 10 until now. All that remained in our path was a third bout against the Hell's Kitchen climb and the finishing few kilometers. I was beginning to feel the miles, and the previous two climbs. Near the summit of Hell's Kitchen the hill began to crack me, I began to flounder. Before we reached the climb I overheard one of the OKC Velo guys tell his teammate to attack. I knew he was going to make his move on the final ascent. When he saw me flounder he gave it his all. His attack didn't seem very impressive, I dug deep and sprinted the final meters to the crest of the climb and pursued the OKC rider and Kent. Catching them, the OKC guys started rotating attacks. I wasn't going to work for these guys and help pull them to the finish. I sat in. Either we'd get caught by a chase group or stay away until the finish, but I wasn't going to an ounce of work for these two dudes who were unabashedly trying to beat our break into submission.

Coming down the final descent to the finish, the end was in sight. Kent pulled up next to me and said, "hey, I'm pretty cooked, I'll lead you out." I should have known better, he was cooked, I was cooked, and the remaining competitors would have my wheel if I took his. I did it anyhow and after a few moments he pulled off leaving me sitting at the front of a four man paceline. "Shit," I thought. What to do now? Attack. I stood on the pedals and gave a final burst of speed at the 500m mark, I looked over my right shoulder, everyone and their mom had my wheel. "Goddammit." What was I doing? I sat up, I wasn't going to lead these guys out and that's just what I was doing. As soon as I relented the OKC guys attacked around me. I was done and I gave up too much speed, I couldn't catch their wheels. I finished 4th. Whatever.

I'll end my cat 3 career with a 5th, 1st, 2nd, 1st, and 4th place finishes. I just put in my upgrade request today. I'm sure the 1/2 cats are going to rock my world, but I'm ready for the next step towards the pro ranks. Bring on the pain.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

All Things Numerical: Crash 5's, Cat 3's, and R5

I'm not going to say that I didn't see this coming. http://sandbaggerkc.blogspot.com/ I qualified cat 2, during my first season as a racer, last season.. and I crashed a few times in the process (four times, two were my own fault from pedal-striking at Tulsa and Springfield). This season, after considering the advice of my peers, I decided I would spend the first few weekends as a 3 and race local with my newly cat'ed up teammates. There isn't a cat 1/2 Spring Fling Crit, and like most everyone who commented on R5's blog already knows, the 1/2 field at the Dam Race is sparse. I have to admit it, yes, some may say that I am sandbagging and they might not be incorrect in saying so. I will say; however, that I didn't know I would be sandbagging before the season started, my form seemed on track during the pre-season, but in most of the races lately (with only muscle endurance intervals under my belt, anaerobic is in the process and power is yet to come) I feel like I can handle the competition unexpectedly well. That's a huge relief for me. Last season, being a neo-racer, I followed what could hardly be called a training program, which barely followed any sensible periodization plan. This pre-season I stressed over thoughts that I wouldn't be as fast as I wanted to be early on; sticking to a well-structured measured plan. Considering how I feel on the bike lately, let's just say that I'm pleasantly surprised that I can do what I can do now, and am eagerly awaiting the fruits of my training in the months to come. I do feel like I got off the hook easy with R5 though.. he's posted some pretty hilarious stuff about other racers. For example.. http://sandbaggerkc.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-baggin.html#comments or this one.. http://sandbaggerkc.blogspot.com/2010/02/buttrball-turkey.html. This guy's blog is definitely worth following.

So, for anyone who is wondering, I will be upgrading to 2 this season. As soon as collegiate gets underway this month, on the 21st, I will submit my request for a cat-up. I'm ready for the challenge of racing as a two and even more so for collegiate nationals in May.

In other news, what's up with the crash 5's this year? Roger Harrison's homepage says it all.. http://www.lanternerougekansas.com/ "Luis is being release from the Hospital on Tuesday, tomorrow!" I hadn't arrived at the Perry Dam on Sunday until after the massive cat-5 pile-up ended in broken forks, bent wheels, and an unconcious Luis being taken to the hospital by ambulance. Honestly this development didn't come as much of a surprise considering that there had been some pretty Bush League crashes at Spring Fling the day before. I'm in no way talking down cat-5 riders, but c'mon guys, pace yourselves. It's a little early in the season to be dealing with broken frames and hospital bills. As to the cause of these crashes, we can only speculate. A word of advice for the cat-5's; focus on riding a steady and solid race, don't try to be a hero. You only need a few mass-starts to cat up and if you move up before you can control your bike the peloton is going to hate you. Crashes do happen however, I was fortunate enough to stave off my first USAC spill until the Melon City Crit in Iowa when a rider went down in front of me.

All in all, cycling is an awesome sport. From the sandbaggers to the dudes who call out the sandbaggers, and from cat-5's learning to hold a line to cat-2's with aspirations of going pro, in my book, they're all great. I'm proud to say that I share a common bond with every cyclist in our passion for sport and as cyclists they all have my respect.

"Christian, this is the life. I don't think it can get any better than this."
"I know. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I took a year off."
"Yeah. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't."