First NRC Weekend

Hopefully, first of many :)

The Sunny King crit on Saturday didn’t go so well. After a rushed warmup…

I lined up with the likes of Tina Pic and Laura Van Gilder (as well as a host of other very talented, very experienced teams).

Sunny King Start

The start was hectic. I was in the middle of the pack, and the girl in the front/right of me couldn’t get clipped in, and I ended up shoving her out of the way with my elbow. This got me stuck on the back of the pack from the beginning.

Me, in the back

From there, it didn’t get much better. In the back, I kept getting behind women that were falling off and letting gaps form. To make matters worse, there were big primes given out on the first few laps, so the field would surge up the slight hill to the finish line on every lap. After about 20 minutes, I ended up not being able to move up further into the pack and, by that time, was not able to cover the next gap that opened up in front of me.

WTF?!?!?!

SO, I got pulled. Probably not the first time that someone’s been pulled in their first NRC crit, but very disappointing, nonetheless. I felt like I’d let my team and team manager down.

For more photos of the women’s pro 1/2 race and the men’s 2/3 race, check out Ryan’s Blog

Thankfully, Sunday was better. The Roswell course was a bit more technical. I got a much better start, and I was actually able to move up in the field and hold better position for a about half the race. After the slower riders were pulled, I actually dropped to the back and stayed there for the remainder of the race , ending up 41st place. Sorry, no photos of Roswell yet, but hopefully I can post some of the ones that the team manager took.

I need a lot more practice, and I need to just be more fit in general so that moving up isn’t quite as physically taxing, and I’m able to hold my position more aggressively once I’m up. I plan to ride in a few local men’s cat 3 races to try and be more accustomed to the length/intensity of the NRC races.

The Morning Ride

I woke up early to get a jump on the bad weather that was being predicted for this afternoon. On the schedule for today- a “tune up” ride of sorts. An hour of easy riding interspersed with a couple of 3 min zone 5 efforts and some small ring sprints.

During breakfast, I checked the weather- a couple of showers scattered across the area, but nothing too bad. When I left the house, no rain, but about 10 minutes later, some on & off showers began. As I progressed, the rain got more persistent- alternating between sprinkles & showers. Once, I found myself making a right turn too fast for the conditions (wet roads + 120psi don’t mix), and managed to fishtail. Good practice, maybe?

I’d completed my two intervals and two sprints when I noticed an odd noise coming from my front tire. I thought I was having some brake rub problems (again), but, upon further inspection, found that something had embedded itself into my tire & the air was slowly (but steadily) leaking out.

No fun!! I decided to limp home instead of fixing it in the rain, which eventually turned into a bit of lightning & a downpour when I was about 2 miles from home. Luckily, I managed to get home about the time the rim started to bottom out.

Tapering- DONE. Next up- two very tough races :)

The time is drawing near

For Sunny King. Looks like the weather will generally suck until later in the afternoon- the weather channel is predicting thunderstorms for the earlier part of the day. Hopefully the streets will be dry by the time my race rolls around. I need to go wash my bike now.

The “Tim Taylor” Incident

I was on my way home from work today (on my bike), when a beige Cadillac all but buzzed me in slow motion. I was a little miffed, but saw the handicap hangtag on the rearview and chocked it up to elderly driving. I continued up the road, approaching a stoplight at a busy cross-street. As I’m pedaling through the green light, I hear “Ma’am!” from my right , and see that the driver of the beige Cadillac has parked in the right lane of the busy cross street and is standing behind her car waving at me! I continue through the intersection and pull over to the gutter on the other side to find out what this woman wants.

The first thing I hear her say is “What are you doing all the way out here?”

Me (thinking she’s just a really crazy anti-bike person): “Uh… Riding home from work”

Her: “Are you Tim Taylor?” (I couldn’t understand her very well at that point, but she wandered into the street a little closer to me and yelled it a couple of times)

Me: No!

She starts trying to explain something to me, but I can’t hear what she’s saying because she’s on the other side of a busy road. By this time, the light has cycled, and she abandons her car on the side of the road and comes over to me. Apparently, she thought that I was her son, Tim Taylor, who lives in Midtown. He’s ridden a bike for more than 20 years, and she thought I was him.

Hmmm…
I know that it’s easy to mistake me for a guy from the back when I’m on my bike & wearing a helmet.
I know she said Ma’am when she was trying to get my attention.
I am confused as to how she thought I was her son while driving by and pulled over, used a female term to get my attention, then once again asked if I was Tim Taylor. Is he a transgender of some sort? I’m confused. I doubt that Tim’s bike is as ugly as the Mule, though.

Tim, if you’re out there, maybe you should give your mother a call.

Sunny King & Nalley Roswell Criteriums

So, barely over a year ago, I competed in my first criterium race (and that’s only if you consider the last stage of the MS Gran Prix to be a crit and not a circuit). Otherwise, the Joe Martin 3/4 crit of 2007 was my first. However you slice it, though, I’m one week and a day away from my first NRC crit. I’ll be racing against some of the women I’ve looked up to and followed since I started racing. I’m both excited and a little nervous at the same time.

I’ve said in the past that I’m just hoping to go and hang on and whatnot, but, honestly, I was lying. I am going to compete. I want to be in the mix. I want to attack off the front & have Tina Pic wondering who the heck I am :) Even if I end up out of the money, I want the other racers to remember me (in a good way). Wish me luck!

Introducing THE MULE!

The commuter is finished! It’s definately not pretty, but it’s a perfect utility bike. I rode it to work & for general errands Monday-Wednesday this week, though I did drive today because of the storms moving through the area. Here’s a rundown of the parts:

Early 90’s rigid Univega MTB frame (21 speed converted to 7 speed when the left shifter broke!)
Harris Cyclery trekking bars
70 deg stem w/delta stem riser
Kenda Kwick Roller Sport (26 x 1.25″) tires
Delta Supersherpa Megarack
Detours Toocan Pannier

And here’s the bike:

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And yes, that is a 12 pack of Diet Coke bungee-corded to the rack :)

Mississippi Gran Prix Stage Race

Holy crap. That’s all I have to say.

Just kidding…Â This is going in the books as one of my best races ever. It’s crazy to think that in April of 2007, this was only the second real race I’d ever been to (first stage race, second TT, and first criterium). Some of the same powerhouse women were there, along with several new faces. Also, this year I had a teammate with me (Lee Farabaugh). The rundown:

Road RaceÂ
The women’s field was larger this year (26 starters). By the end of the first of two laps (53 miles total), a collection of painful attacks from Debbie Milne of Probike (AKA “Tupelo Debbie”) had whittled the field down to seven riders. During the second lap, I tried several times to get away, only to be reeled back in. Lee and I discussed a little strategy and decided that she’d lead me out as far up the finishing climb as she could. She did a SUPERB job, and I ended up pulling off a 3rd place finish behind Debbie and Shannon Koch of Metro Volkswagon. This put the three of us within seconds of each other in the overall standings.

Time Trial
The TT course was 4 barely rolling miles with a tiny bit of a tail wind. I borrowed Ryan’s disk wheel so that I could try to squeeze every last second out of my self and my bike. Even though I felt like I was riding through molasses for the first mile or so, I managed to turn a 9:00 flat. Shannon (former U.S. U23 TT champ) pulled off an 8:37, and Debbie finished in 9:05. Once the GC times were computed, Shannon had a 25 second lead on me while Debbie was behind me by one second. The next finishers were 50+ seconds behind- setting us up for a knock-down, drag-out, take-the-gloves-off crit the next day.

Criterium
Ok, so it was billed as a circuit race, but the course was a loop that was just under 2 miles, and rode like a crit course, so I call it a crit! Our race was 40 minutes long. When we lined up, one of the race volunteers approached the start line in front of us with an Orbea Frame over his shoulder, and announced that it would be awarded to the first person over the line on the first lap! Needless to say, when the whistle blew, we took off “like spotted apes” (according to a bystander’s recount of our race). Since most of us in contention had frame sponsors, during the first part of the lap, we all decided who we’d give the frame to if we won it. I had watched one of the juniors struggling earlier in the day with an old steel, downtube shifter bike, and I had him in mind. However, Shannon ended up getting to the line first (she wanted the bike for her sister, who wanted to ride, but didn’t have one).
From there, the race never slowed down. Literally. We never let off of that pace. One of us was almost always attacking or up front pushing the pace. Using a sudden, all-out attack, I managed to edge Debbie out for a time bonus midway through the race. At one point, Shannon was off the front by about 5-10 seconds (dangerous when you’re dealing with such an awesome TT-er). Debbie and I were trying to get away from her as well as get away from each other. When the bell lap came, Debbie’s teammate Lauren, took a flyer about 1/4 of the way into the lap. Since she was a good distance back in the GC following the TT, noone made an immediate move to chase her down. However, one of the women from the Jeep team came to the front & tried to bridge. Shannon, Debbie, and I took her wheel. Going into the final chicane to the finish, Shannon went first and managed to get a few bike lengths ahead. Debbie somehow got boxed in, and I think possibly unclipped a pedal, and I was able to pull off another 3rd place behind Lauren and Shannon.

Between the intermediate time bonus and the 3rd place finish bonus, I was able to hold Debbie off in the GC and get 2nd behind Shannon. Lee was still feeling a bit off from being sick in the past few weeks and finished a little behind our group. She buried herself trying to get up & help me out, though. I am looking forward to returning the favor for her at some races that are more her flavor (a la Chattanooga- River Gorge).

As a side note, I have to say, in the past year, Debbie Milne has been more of an inspiration to me than anyone else I’ve raced against. She has made me race harder and faster than I ever would have thought I was capable of racing. And, though it was frustrating to have her drop me during a healthy portion of my 2007 races, it motivated me to get on my bike and push through a lot of cold, miserable training rides over the winter. Whether you ever read this or not, Thank you, Debbie.

Good Karma Grease

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I was riding through a quiet Germantown neighborhood when I caught sight of a couple of kids walking a bike down the sidewalk. From the road, I could see what looked like a dropped chain hanging from the right pedal. I decided to turn around to help. Sure enough, it had fallen off to the outside and wedged between the front derailleur cage and large chainring. Much to the amazement of the two boys, I yanked it out and got it back on the chainring as normal. I explained to them that it wasn’t too hard to fix- just a little greasy. They thanked me a couple of times… I was tempted to tell them to not forget about me when they got their drivers licenses, but I just told them “you’re welcome” and rode off…