Not-really-a-kick-ass-weekend-of-racing.
So, listen people, its the 21st century. Some things have remained the same: cubs still suck, sox suck even worse. But it's a new day and men are now supposed to go to baby showers.
And that is what I did on Saturday. So, lads shoulder your responsibilities and quit laughing at me.
...they had good food, and good beer. And that one-thingy was really cute.
Fox River Grove
Race #44
DFL, but not DNF
Nothing like a tough course to humble even ones modest ambitions. My race was over before it started. I learned a lot. In particular, I learned that I have work to do.
I've never felt my lungs hurt like they did on Sunday. Actually, they hurt more than my legs.
I also should NOT have done that race in a 12-23 cassette; even though this was a "C" priority race it was still my first race as a cat 3 and I think could have put in a better showing-in particular by being able to spin a bit more and thus getting dropped with two or three laps to go rather than two or three into the race. But I don't have the legs for that kind of hill. Yet.
Lessons learned; next time.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
43 races; first crash
Vernon Hills
Masters 30+
There are two groups in a typical race: protagonists and the fodder. In this racer I knew I was fodder, but I was interested to see how well I could do. So, after half the race two get away and I was feeling pretty good so I decided that I'd go for the field sprint.
At times sitting in was not easy; at other times it was.
Last lap I made two mistakes. After turn three I made the first. I moved up the outside and the wheel in front of me slowed and so I slowed. I should have kept the momentum going and gone farther into the top 10. But I decided to be conservative.
Mistake two. As we arced to the right, into the wind, with about 250m to go, I waited. I leaned to the right to dodge the wind a bit more and as I did I overlapped wheels with a rider moving to the left. At least, that's what I think happened. I don't even know who's wheel I touched.
I touched the ground. PM read 33mph then 19mph then 0.
Two others go down. Sorry guys. I've been in that position 43 times and each time I've adjusted. Luck ran out yesterday.
I'll be back as soon as some skin grows back.
Masters 30+
There are two groups in a typical race: protagonists and the fodder. In this racer I knew I was fodder, but I was interested to see how well I could do. So, after half the race two get away and I was feeling pretty good so I decided that I'd go for the field sprint.
At times sitting in was not easy; at other times it was.
Last lap I made two mistakes. After turn three I made the first. I moved up the outside and the wheel in front of me slowed and so I slowed. I should have kept the momentum going and gone farther into the top 10. But I decided to be conservative.
Mistake two. As we arced to the right, into the wind, with about 250m to go, I waited. I leaned to the right to dodge the wind a bit more and as I did I overlapped wheels with a rider moving to the left. At least, that's what I think happened. I don't even know who's wheel I touched.
I touched the ground. PM read 33mph then 19mph then 0.
Two others go down. Sorry guys. I've been in that position 43 times and each time I've adjusted. Luck ran out yesterday.
I'll be back as soon as some skin grows back.
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