Downeast Cyclocross Report 10/7

Pro 1/2/3
10th/25



I began the day early by heading out to Pinelands prior to the start of the first race of the day to volunteer. I believe this is the first time I've ever helped out at an event. Better late than never I guess! Race organizer John Grenier stationed me at the most exciting section of the course to repair tape and rescue any crash victims as needed. The section sent riders partially down a slope and had them turn right creating an off camber turn then climb out of it. The excitement was always at the starts as there wasn't much more than a 2 bike width preferred line through the section. Fortunately, save for a few front wheel washouts of poor gear planning, all the fields made it through without a major incident. Ironically, I did the most damage later in the day in my race as I got forced wide and rode through the tape!

Teammate Paul Weiss making it look easy:

The weather improved steadily throughout the day as the sun was warm and the air in the 60's. I camped out at my section, had lunch, drank water, did a few laps between races, and scoped out how I was going to master this particular section in my race. I enjoyed watching everyone race, especially the Elite Masters with whom I usually compete.
After the Masters finished, I started my pre-race prep with another couple of laps of the course, then spun on the trainer to flush out as much of the previous day's race out of the muscles, then a hot lap of the course and to the start line. The start was on a brief uphill, then screaming fast downhill on the road before turning onto grass and eventually into the off-camber turn. PVC was well-represented in the Elite field with Morgan MacLeod and Brendan Cornett on the front row. Apparently Brendan got the coveted hole shot and led the field around for the first lap. I was not so lucky. I was mid-pack heading into the infamous off-camber section. After spending the whole morning there, I knew the best line was to actually enter the turn wide left, then cut the apex, and carry momentum up the other side. Luckily, I was able to take this approach on the first lap as there was some entanglement on the inside line. There was, however, enough confusion that momentum was lost and several of us dismounted and ran up the other side. I think this was good as I think I passed several riders there. I realized quickly, I was not going to be able to match the leaders' pace. The course favored a power rider and I definitely didn't have the gas today. So, I found my most tolerable pain threshold and kept it there. I let some guys go, but then found myself in a small group of guys that I didn't mesh very well with. They were slow in the technical sections where I would ride right up on them, but they had the acceleration out of them that I couldn't match and they pulled away. This was especially frustrating in the off-camber section as my line was smooth and I would actually make a pass of a couple of them, but they would pass me right back once in the open. This is how it went for a few laps until fellow ADG-mate John Burns came up on me and passed saying to grab his wheel. This was just the boost I needed. I dug down and stayed with him, matching as best I could his power. We gradually broke up and ahead of the group. Once on our own, I ended up passing John in the off-camber section and I set a steady pace for the next few laps. There were a couple of riders in sight ahead of us and John urged us on to catch them. It took longer than we anticipated! It wasn't until the final lap when we finally made a dent. I led into the off-camber section and unfortunately had my worst approach and impeded our progress a bit. John passed me and it was probably for the best as we reeled in 2 guys in the last 1/3 of the course, earning us 9th and 10th place respectively.

Babs and the boys made it in time for my race and enjoyed roaming around the playground. Luckily we didn't need a real rescue vehicle!

We hit Maragarita's on the way home to complete a great day! Next up is race #1 & 2 of the New England 'cross series. There are currently 114 guys signed up in the Elite Masters category! My results here will determine whether I pursue the remainder of the series or not as only the top-15 get call ups to the front line at the start of the races. It's either going to be really great, or really un-fun!

Fenix Turns 4 Party! 10/6

Here are some classic pics of his John Deere themed party that Babs organized.

Casco Bay Cyclocross Report 10/6

Masters 1/2/3
1st/27

What is this, summer?! Unseasonably warm temps and sun greeted us racers today at this inaugural event in Biddeford, ME. This race was scheduled last year, but fell through after difficulites arose in securing the location with the city of Portland. So, the venue became the Rotary Park instead. This area is no stranger to bike racing. There's a traditional MTB event just up the road in Clifford Park, there's an annual criterium race across the river in Saco, and Rotary Park has hosted an MTB short track event in the past. The question was, what would it be like as a 'cross course? In my opinion, awesome!
Now, perhaps my result helped sway my opinion. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed riding the course and never really dreaded any particular section lap after lap. This one had all the elements I like in a cycling event: climbing, descending, cornering, and the opportunity to get into a flowy groove (I'm claiming that term as mine!).

A view from the top

The start had us rush through the parking lot and avoid a pole on the right which would condense us into about 6 wide as opposed to the 12 wide we were at the start. Having seen this obstacle prior to the start, I made certain I had the position I wanted, well away from said pole! The whistle blew and we charged through the lot and up a short climb. I wasn't too quick off the line, and ended up about 6th at the base of the hill and then 3rd behind Big Al and another BIKEMAN.com guy. I allowed Big Al to set the pace out front as he is a notorious strong starter while I sat comfortably (as comfortable as I could be with a heart rate qround 180!) in 3rd. As we came back to the start area on the long, open road climb, John Meerse decided to up the pace and came around us on the outside. Feeling good, I grabbed his wheel and followed him past the BIKEMAN.com train. John settled in at the crest and rather than follow him around the open field turns yet to come, I stayed on the gas and passed him so I could go at my own pace and not be slowed by anyone. This move proved to be the winning one as I slowly and steadily pulled away from the field and rode alone to the finish. I did not rest on my laurels, however, as I feared group tactics could have worked if the guys behind me cooperated with each other and drafted in the open sections. Luckily, the variety of the course didn't allow for it, and my solo pace won out in the end.
I simply had a great time on the bike and thoroughly savored my first ever 'cross win! I just wished the fam was on hand to enjoy it with me. But, Fenix's John Deere birthday party was later in the day and there was much to do!

On a tech note, I changed tires this weekend. I feared the Maxxis set that came with the Kona was not aggressive enough for me, so I went back to the Panaracer Cinder X I used last year and I loved them! I was confident in the turns and they hooked up the whole time. Also, I'm getting a nasty vibration from the front wheel under braking. I've checked the headset for tightness, but think it may be due to a flexy fork. I'm keeping my eye on it. Otherwise, the bike has inspred confidence and I suffered no puts downs or dabs and even had time for a 360 through the barriers on the final lap just for kicks!

Amesbury Cross Race Report 9/30

Pro1/2/3:
15th/41

ALL PHOTOS COURTESY OF TEAMMATE PAUL WEISS PHOTO/VIDEO

Driving to the race, I knew something didn’t feel right. I had been in Boston hanging out with my mom as she endured major surgery on her spine. All went well, but she was not having a good day today as I headed north to return home and to work. I was feeling guilty for leaving and I wasn’t on the road for more than a mile when I just about t-boned some idiot switching 3 lanes at once to make a turn. From then on, my head just wasn’t screwed on right. I had another car honk at me for some reason later on, and I was just battling to stay out of peoples’ way!
Since I drive right by Amesbury, MA, I figured I’d endure a little pain myself and hit up the race on the way. I just didn’t think I’d have to sustain injury as a form of sympathy pain! I arrived in time to do a couple of practice laps in between races and really had no idea how things were going to play out. The course was a new one and wound its way through a park. It was a rough one though as there were tons of large pine tree roots making for a bumpy and challenging ride on the straights and the turns. There was an old stone stairwell after a steep descent and sharp turn that was rideable, but it would take a concentrated effort to make it.

Ride or run, you choose:

There were a few grass sections to put the hammer down, but they weren’t quite long enough to really make a big difference. Then there was a tough tiered section along some tennis courts that had us ride 2 step-ups along the fence, then down, then up at 90 degrees a real steep one that was just over a bike length and about 50 degrees up. My pre-ride went well since I didn’t crash! I spun the trainer for the next 20mins, then lined up.
I was lucky enough to be on the 2nd row on the outside which was the exact line I wanted. For some reason everyone was stacked to my left which proved their undoing as there was a slight pileup soon after the start which I managed to avoid thanks to my line.

B-men start:

I had no idea what position I was in. I set my mind to focus on not getting passed and try to pick off folks ahead of me. There was some give and take for the first couple of laps and I was feeling pretty good. The roots were a concern every lap. I was surely bottoming out my tire to tube to rim, but thankfully never pinch-flatted. I rode the stairwell about half the time, and made the short steep step up with only a dab on the first lap due to traffic. I thought everything was going to go well as things spread out nicely and I was settling into my own pace, until a Celtic rider in front of me decided I did need to t-bone someone today. He had gotten hung up some course marking on a fast section and proceeded to start running right across the course in my line, I yelled heads up twice, but he never looked back. I ended up slamming into his rear wheel as he forced me to the edge of the course, I had nowhere to go. As fate would have it, he soon pulled over due to some issue with his bike so he got what he deserved. I lost 2 places I had just earned due to the pileup so I wasn’t too happy.

Teammate Morgan McLeod getting dirty:

I trudged on and eventually regained the spots I lost. Matt O’Keefe came up on me at the halfway mark and I made it my goal to keep him in sight knowing he would be moving along at a decent clip. He was super fast over the barriers, this is probably an area I should be working on. With 4 to go, things were pretty stagnant. Matt was unreachable, but not getting away and there were 2 guys about 10 and 20 bike lengths away from me. This was close enough to feel pressured by them so I was riding a little bit above my comfort zone both handling and effort-wise. As a result I lost it once on a turn with 2 to go, but didn’t lose the spot. The worst was yet to come. On the final lap, I abandoned my usual line on the steep descent heading to the stairs and washed out the wheels. It’s always difficult to get the foot closest to the ground unclipped so now the gap was gone.

Superman!:

I charged up the climb and stayed away, but it was very close now, 2 bike lengths away. I hammered the open grass sections and felt pretty good, opening up a 5 bike length gap, but not enough to feel comfortable as I feared my closest competitor was conserving for a sprint. I probably went too hard through the open sections because when it came time for the last steep step up, I was gassed.

Successfully negotiating step-up early in the race:

As fate would have it, I got just to the top of the ridge, but stalled and balanced precariously on the ridge. To my right was safety, to my left was the 5’ drop. Guess which way I leaned? Of course I looked to my left to find a place to put my foot down and discovered nothing. I should have thrown my weight right and I would have been fine. Instead, I slowly started tipping over (my palms are sweating just remembering this!). the last thing I noticed was a course marking stake and then I shut my eyes and tumbled over in a heap. Of course, my adrenalin was way high so I felt no pain, other than panic to get up and back on the bike. In the time I spent in limbo at the top and gathering up myself after the fall, I lost the 2 spots and limped my way to the finish which was a mere 50 yards away. Once I crossed the line, my senses came back to me and I simply felt like an ass! I am racing in the Pro division, and going on a crash-fest like that is just unacceptable. I also started feeling the result of the impact: the stake left its mark on my chest; something dug a gouge into my right shin;

Pre-shower (not by Paul Weiss BTW!):

Post-shower (WTF?!):

I split the skin on my elbow; and there were a few impact points on my left leg. I humbly grabbed my pit wheels and snuck away. After a quick cool down on the trainer and everyone had left, I peeked at the results just so I would know the bad news. Of course I was pleased with a top-15 result, and the difference between the 12th I was in before the wreck and 15th I finished was negligible (they paid-10). But, the damage was done to my body, bike, and pride. I have to find the balance between going all out and staying in control if I’m going to enjoy ‘cross. I recall crashing last year in a foolish attempt to gain 1 position in a zone definitely designed for passing. So you heard it here first. I vow to push the envelope where it’s safe and smart, and be patient through the technical sections. It’s stupid to lose 10 seconds in a wipeout and waste tons of energy trying to catch up compared to riding within my window of ability vs. effort.
Next up is the back to back events here in Maine where I plan to put my new strategy into practice.

Bonus Road Ride 9/27

On my way down to Boston today, I stopped in Portsmouth, NH to do a little tax-free shopping. I also needed to get a ride in, so I took the risk of riding in unchartered territory and found a gem of a place to ride. It took some getting to, but I eventually found my way onto Route 4 and had a nice spin out past UNH and back. Plenty of shoulder, and fairly flat was just what the doctor ordered. While winding my way there, I stumbled upon the tiny town of Newington where it looked like time stood still. Cool 1700's era buildings, cannons, church, etc. There was a rock with a plaque on it stating this is the first establishedtown forest in the country. There also appeared to be some mtb trails off the road surrounding Pease Airbase which made me wish I had the knobbies on my Major Jake.

If I could figure out how to download pics off my phone I'd have some sweet ones to share. But just picture riding from here to the heaven I mention above and you'll know it was a grand day in the saddle!

Coonamessett Eco-Cross Report 9/22

8th/35 Open

I had a trip planned to the Cape anyway this weekend to help my mom transition the house from summer to winter. Why not throw a little ‘cross action in the mix? I did this race 2 years ago when I was getting back into the racing scene and remembered enjoying parts of it. Back then I was cruising on my Litespeed Appalachian which was incredibly poorly set up for ‘cross. The course winds its way through a members-only farm meaning we raced between rows of fruit-bearing trees; around pumpkin patches; skirted vegetable gardens; and bombed by goats and maybe a llama pen. The topper was the barriers were set up in the beer garden. Classic!
The venue was a 25 minute bike ride from our house, so I loaded up a backpack, attached pit wheels to it and used the commute as a warm up.
Lucky for me I left when I did. I thought the race started at 2pm so I arrived at 1:15 to get settled and check the course out. Upon arrival, I see a bunch of guys semi-lined up, but hoped they were in another category. As I got my number, I learned my race was slated to have started at 1:15! Luckily (for me), there was an injury in the women’s race and they delayed my start for an ambulance. So, I ended up getting in a couple of crucial laps in and was as prepared as I could have been for the start.
I lined up about mid-pack and darted off the dirt road to begin an hour’s worth of bar to bar competition. The start was surprisingly mellow, I guess it’s too early in the season to be cutting guys off for 1 spot. As mentioned, this course is unique. Normally there are no “singletrack” sections in ‘cross races and this venue had a few, including a part that pinned us against an animal pen fencing and this is where the first hang up occurred after the start. This strung things out considerably allowing the leaders to motor on unhindered. But, I didn’t mind as I really didn’t know what to expect and there was a long ways to go.
My maiden voyage on the new Kona Major Jake was on a cooldown road ride after last weekend’s MTB race. It was immediately comfortable position-wise. What jumped out at me right away was its responsiveness. There was no delay in turning, it turned sharper than I expected, so I had to be ready. I rode it most of the week and did some skills practice on Wednesday. The frame is definitely a strong core. This quality is going to take some adjusting to as evidenced on race day when I laid it down 3 times on fast turns. I was also having a disagreement with my tires as I was expecting a little better grip in the turns!

Dirt, sweat, and gears = 'cross

Nonetheless, my MTB skills were a definite asset on this course as there was never a dull moment bike handling-wise.
I maintained position for the first lap and then set my sights on reeling in any rider within my sights. It was difficult to go hard as there were no long open stretches to put the hammer down. I felt consistently strong, not losing any power and passing riders was giving me incentive. I had no idea what place I was in and can only guess there were 30 or so in the event. I just hoped for a top-10, but wasn’t expecting it.
I passed 1 more guy on the final lap and had 2 others in my sights, but ran out of real estate and finished 8th. They gave $ to the top-12 so I was extremely pleased for the first race and am looking forward to becoming 1 with the bike.
It was a great weekend of jobs for mom and prize $ for the kids!

EFTA/MMBA Finals Report 9/16

1st Overall Experts on the day
1st Series Vet I Expert
Master of Mud

The mountain bike season came to a close in proper fashion this gorgeous fall day at Reid State Park. I selfishly forced the whole family out of the house at 7:30am on a chilly Sunday morning to spend the day watching me do some laps and hand me bottles. Fortunately, this is no ordinary venue as the course resides in a gorgeous park right on the ocean. This would easily occupy Drake and his fish fetish and allow Fenix some open air run-around and play trucks time while Babs could hang out at the beach. Now that's not to say folks were hanging out in swimsuits, it was 50 degrees! But the sun was shining and it was just a great all-around day.
Freye and I snuck over on Thursday prior to the event for some recon laps. The course was unchanged from over the years. Conditions were good and it was helpful to reacquaint ourselves with the good lines. This is definitely not my favorite course, as the climbing is negligible, and the roots and rocks are a real drain on one’s energy level. The first 3rd has a couple of ups and downs and is mostly soft dirt/root riding, the 2nd 3rd is gravel pathway, and the final 3rd is the toughest of all including the infamous “pipeline” section which is chock full of pointy Maine granite just trying to cause a flat or endo. Freye and I did 3 laps worth and I felt good going into the race. Unfortunately, Saturday saw significant rainfall in the area and I had to change my focus equipment-wise. I had planned to run beefy 2.25 Cinder X tires to aid in traction and avoid flatting. After the rain, I decided to be safe and go to the mud tubeless tires which would be the best bet for any conditions.
Going into the race, I had the Vet I category wrapped up for the series. The Master of Mud Award given to the top overall rider regardless of age or category was still up for grabs. Rick Nelson and Adam LaRochelle and I were all in contention. If either of those guys won, I would have to finish no worse than 6th place which meant I couldn’t afford to DNF. Hence my concern to choose the right tire application.
To the racing. Rick and I lined up side by side and all of us Experts took off at the gun. Because this was also the EFTA Series finale, there were a handful of New England guys looking to improve their position in the overall standings. I only did a few EFTA races so I wasn’t in contention there. The irony is I beat the series winner every race we were both entered in, but it’s often he who races the most races who wins a series. We did a small loop around the parking lot before hitting the singletrack which as expected proved to be a log jam as riders struggled to maintain a straight line while going anaerobic. I was in pretty good position, about 4th with Rick behind me and Adam in sight ahead. There were a couple of other guys ahead as well, but my approach was to race for the series, not the day’s event (more on that later). One NE guy dabbed and I snuck by leaving Adam just ahead and 1st place further up. I sat in behind Adam as he struggled to get into a rhythm and ride smoothly. 1st place was pulling away so I snatched an opportunity to pass Adam and ride my own pace. I edited my approach to the race to include get out in front as far as possible in the event I suffered a mechanical and would need time to work on it and lose minimal positions. So I settled into a groove and soon ended up reeling in one of the Elites who had started 1 minute ahead. I passed him on the open road section as my strategy (contrary to most guys I think) was to actually hammer the easy areas rather than recover as I expected I’d be riding slowly through the technical stuff just to stay safe and upright. My sights were set on the leader in my category now. The Bikebarn guy stayed on my tail through the pipeline and across the start/finish and we were now a group of 3 as the Expert leader was reeled in by us. He stumbled on 1 of the quick ups and got passed by us. I then stumbled on the next up and the Bikebarn guy passed me. But, my temporary mission was accomplished as I now was in the Expert lead.
I never looked behind me so I had no idea where Rick or Adam were. I knew if they weren’t in front, I had nothing to worry about. The Elite guy and I ended up dropping the other Expert and I just rode his wheel for lap 2 and the first half of 3. He was a superior bike handler as he rode virtually every section whereas I was a whimp and actually ran the pipeline section every lap (‘cross training I justified!). I would lead the open sections and it was clear he was going to run out of gas. On our 4th lap I passed him at the start/finish and I set out to finish safely and bring home the prize. Then, I spotted Elite rider Matt O’Keefe and all logic went away. Remember I was just going to race safely? Well, put a rabbit out in front of me and I’m going to chase! I wasn’t sure if he had a mechanical or was just having a bad day, but I wanted him behind me! It was at this point that I apparently lost all control of the bike! I proceeded to go on a crash fest riding way too fast. All those laps riding behind someone I felt like they were going too slowly. Now that I had the open trail, I was in control of my speed. The thing is, I was riding too fast. I should have been riding slowly like the other guys, you know, go slow to go fast. But I wanted O’Keefe. Well, he pulled away, confirming he must have had a mechanical, and I dabbed several times and had one hellacious endo into a log pile that could have been way worse than it was. Somehow, I managed to keep it all together and rode across the line Superman-style as the first Expert and Master of Mud recipient. Adam had an off day and turns out Rick DNF’d due to a loss of air pressure and loss of CO2 to boot. Tough luck as it was semi-fun battling it out for the title
There was more drama apparently as I was off for a cool down ride on the Major Jake. Seems as though the 2nd place Expert (who ended up not far behind me) protested my finish. Apparently he never saw me so he thought I either started with the Elites or cut the course. Luckily, my lap times were enough evidence to combat his theory and the results stuck.
This was a rewarding and enjoyable finish to the mountain bike season. As it turns out, I won my category in every race I entered save for my 2nd place at Nats. Those 7 seconds are going to fuel me all winter. There was great camaraderie amongst my fellow competitors; Babs and the boys were the best support crew I could ask for; and the Hei Hei performed flawlessly thanks to Kona’s craftsmanship and the guys at Kennebec Bike & Ski setting it up right.
Cyclocross season is now upon us, so the crazy train rolls on!

Mexico vs. Brasil 9/12

I got a call from my soccer coach from Lawrence Academy the other weekend asking if I wanted to attend this match between soccer powerhouses at Gillette Stadium. This is not an invitation you refuse. My teammate and classmate, Guillermo "Memo" Cantu, is the Mexico National Team Director and he had some tickets to share with his fellow Lawrencians. The night was epic by all accounts. It was a spirited match between the teams, but luckily Brasil came out on top as the crowd was easily 90% Brasilian. Memo took the time to come down and watch the entire 2nd half with us and we caught up with our lives since '86. I swapped stories with the rest of the fellow Lawrencians allowing for good reminiscing.

The big story though was the traffic! I left Augusta at 3:30 and arrived just in time for kickoff at 8:30! Then, after the game, I was pinned in the parking lot and didn't hit the main road until 12:45am! I got home at 4am! Worth every minute in the car!

KHS Team Ride 9/7

Kents Hill School mountain bike team members descended upon Bradbury Mountain on this day. All sports teams were engaged in double sessions, so the team took the opportunity to travel and ride some of the best trails in the US.

20 minutes later, we had a broken derailleur and a tacoed front wheel! But no injuries which was a great thing! The day and trail conditions were primo.

The next day we hit up Sugarloaf and had an equally enjoyable day. Hopefully these kids can find some pleasure beyond the pain of racing this fall!

GMSR Stage 4 Report 9/3

11th/60
23rd GC

Enough procrastinating. The race ended a week ago yesterday and I haven’t had the time, energy, or interest in wrapping up the stage race with a report on the criterium. I was still perplexed by my ill-fated road race the previous day. Why did that happen to me? I tried my best to channel my energy into the crit and had visions of grandeur; stealing away from the pack and crossing the line solo for the victory. Unfortunately, it’s not like I didn’t race hard in the road race, I still had weary legs from the climb and the solo effort. Plus, no one told the rest of the guys in my group they were supposed to soft pedal and let me win! It was another gorgeous day, this time in downtown Burlington. The course winds it way through the city streets and is potentially deadly at best. There is a cobblestone section, a screaming descent into a turn, and some serious potholes. Put 60 guys on a line and say go and you’ve got a potential disaster on your hands. Luckily, my group had some of the most talented and intelligent racers in the circuit so it was good, clean, fun and FAST racing.

These are shots of the women's race.

As I had feared, the pace was torrid right from the gun. I was maxed out by the first lap. I suppose a lot of that had to do with the fact that I didn’t get clipped in at the start and was about dead-last! I wasted no time and worked my way to the front, intent to possibly go for some of the sprints for points to move up in the GC, and to go with any break. I was never in a position to contest the sprints, so that was a bust. And somehow, 1 rider got away and solo’d for the win. That was supposed to be me I thought! I would have done anything to work with anyone to get away, but it was really a survival-fest given the speed of the pack. Fortunately, my hard work to stay towards the front paid off and I was in good position on the last lap heading to the finish. I had been using a fast line on the outside on the descent and often passed many people. I again had the opportunity to do so on the last lap, but I opted to stay in line instead and see where my sprint would take me. I was 10th at the base of the descent and was nipped at the line by the eventual GC winner, a rider from Canada who was really sucky at crits. He rode as if he were in a road race, changing lanes and lines at will, not thinking about what or who was behind him. We touched wheels pretty heavily once.

These guys were on hand in the event of a fiery crash!

“What could have been” is the theme for the weekend. I had solid finishes in 3 of 4 stages and would have been well inside the top-10 had I not flatted. I have nothing to show for the weekend other than knowing “what could have been!” Oh well. Another GMSR, another learning experience. Next year will be great! Or not!

My favorite part of the weekend: a cooldown spin on the Bikeway

GMSR Stage 3 Report 9/2

37th/60
24th GC

My luck ran out today. I’d gone all season both on and off-road without a flat. Last weekend my streak ended in the Saco crit, but I was fortunate to have it happen on the final lap and was able to finish unscathed. Today, it cost me big time.
The day began great! The weather was fantastic, I am feeling better and better health-wise, and my legs felt ready to go. Today’s stage was a 64 mile road race with 2 significant climbs, with the finish at the top of App Gap where the pitch is 20 degrees. The day’s finish would surely shake up the overall GC standings, revealing who was in really good shape. I fully expected to return to the top-10.
The race began on a neutral descent from Sugarbush’s Mt. Ellen ski area. The pace was quick from the get-go for whatever reason. It seemed foolish to me someone would try to go solo or have a small break. My approach was to conserve as much energy as possible for the climbs and stay in the pack. It was nice riding with teammate Paul Weiss as he gave me some advice and what to expect ahead. A small group did get away for a while, but most were brought back before the first major climb called Middlebury Gap. Last year I lost touch with the lead group and had to combine forces with 5 other guys just to finish respectably. This year, I was intent to do whatever it took to be up front over the top, anticipating a break in the group would occur and I’d be with the leaders. Sure enough, we went up hard, split the pack and I was cruising down the descent in the lead group. Unfortunately, there was no cooperation in the group and we actually let up, allowing virtually the entire field to join us. So much for that plan!
We hit the rolling section of the course and had surges and slow ups as more futile attacks came and went. Hard to remember, but I think a few guys did get ahead, but it was the end of my group riding as I flatted on the second of 2 short dirt road sections. I got the wheel changed by the support vehicle, but the pack flew by and I knew I had no chance of regaining contact without any help. So, I accepted my fate and set off to finish alone. Just ahead another rider flatted so we joined forces and rode together until the base of the final climb. I figured I pinch flatted on a sharp rock or something which I would accept as tough luck, but acceptable given the conditions. However, when I retrieved my wheel back at the start, I discovered a small nail in it. Now that’s fate! Something didn’t want me to have a good finish for some reason.
So, I’m pretty disappointed, but not bummed. There are a lot of other things to be upset about rather than a bike race. It was a beautiful day for a bike race and I enjoyed the opportunity to ride through Vermont. I finished only 5 minutes behind the pack which I think was pretty good considering I pretty much worked alone and the fix took a couple of minutes. My focus now shifts to tomorrow’s criterium. I’d like to make some noise and go for the win, but much will depend on what everyone else’s agenda is. I’m hoping most guys will be focused on GC points and I could get away as I’m no longer a threat, but we’ll see.
Teammates Stu and Mike were strong and had a great day earning the following finishes:

Stu: 7th
Mike: 12th
Paul: 56th

GMSR Stage 2 Report 9/1

18th/61
13th GC

The first day of September greeted us racers with primo weather conditions: sunny and 60’s. I awoke feeling OK. My neck glands weren’t sore and my chest was just a little phlemy. Perhaps yesterday’s effort sped the cure up.
Today’s event was the circuit race. We raced 2.75 times around a 19.4 mile loop that had 1 mediocre climb and a long flat finish. I was most apprehensive about this event as it is a bit more unpredictable in terms of how aggressive guys wanted to be or whether there would be a break. I really didn’t want to lose any ground on my top-10 standing. Both fears were realized today.
I had the luxury of a call up at the start line and the rest of us top-10 guys lead the field out for a neutral start. We enjoyed a nice fast descent on a newly paved road, but once we hit the flats thpack remained intact through the first lap. Teammate Stu Abramson’s legs came back around somewhat and was instrumental in keeping me intact with the group. I rode his wheel each lap from the bottom of the climb back to the top. I feel like I didn’t have to work any harder than anyone else in the group, hoping to save some strength for tomorrow’s big road race.
As we began our 2nd lap, a group of about 6 got away. But, I looked around and saw that the big GC contenders were still in the pack so I wasn’t too concerned. We gulped up a few of them after a while, but 3 were still away and one of them was the 11th place guy, so I was at risk of getting bumped out of the top-10. We stayed within 1 minute of them, but no one was concerned enough to reel them in. We had a chance with 5 or so miles to go, but the pack was unbelievably disorganized and no one wanted to work out front. So, they earned the sprint and KOM points, plus top-3 finish points while we had a massive field sprint. I came across happy to be top-20 in 18th place. The points should be spread out evenly amongst all of us, but I am relegated to 13th to make room for the 3 winners.
Teammate finishes:
Stu: 33rd
Mike: 44th
Paul: 53rd
Tomorrow’s road race will separate the men from the boys as there are 2 significant climbs. I’m hoping I’m a man!

Its tough getting pictures of racing when I’m solo, so here are a few for fun.
e attacks came. Some riders pushed the pace hard very early, forcing the pack into a single file line just to keep the wheel if front. Despite the unsettledness, the
Standard construction site for the boys:

A creative statement by a Vermonter about the Iraq war, 1 white flag per US serviceman’s death:

This poster is in the condo. I have attended a bull fight at this bullring in Madrid: