Photos of everyone can be
found HERE.
Results can be found HERE.
My mildly amusing take on
the race follows:
Despite my acute lack of
fitness I made my 2014 road racing debut at the familiar loop of Mason
Lake. Big John and El Pirate were also
contesting in the fifty plus race and the peer pressure was palpable. I signed
up and I was all in.
Hottie wanted to photographthe morning race (mine was later in the day) so we departed in the predawn twilight. We sailed down I-5 and shared a colorful
sunrise. We drove right past registration so she could get positioned on
course. While she shot photos I
exchanged a couple texts with my brothers in transit.
After the first races were
done and my teammates arrived we warmed up and I confessed that my goal was a
pack finish. Despite the perceived
sandbagging, I sought to assure them that indeed rather than expectations I had
fears of humiliation.
John was quickly dressed in
his costume and disappeared to warm up.
He does get a bit excited about road racing. Matthew and I rode up and down the road
warming up and then we managed one last bathroom stop before lining up. Remember this is the 50 plus category
(brought to you by Flowmax)…
We rolled out with a
peloton of thirty some riders dreaming of glory and at least one hoping to
avoid embarrassment. There were a couple
breakaway attempts right away and Big John dutifully chased them down. I feared a race where John did as much work
as everyone else combined.
Suddenly there were two….
no three in a break and Big John was among them. The rules of the road mean Matthew and I
don’t chase but I quietly worked my way to the front and pedaled tempo. The gap got bigger. Try as I might I could not close it
down. An Apex rider took over and I
slotted in about fifth wheel.
Turn Two !! Matthew center, Evo back a bit, John long gone !
After a little while I
moved up and once again tried to close it down but I could not. I was again passed and settled in. Soon Matthew was on the sharp end of the
peloton. Alas, he too was unable to
bring them back. Ladies and gentlemen,
this is road racing and road racing is a team sport.
As we approached the end I
the first lap I was in front when I spotted Hottie. I was “working” and flashed a wry smile. When
we completed the first lap the race official told us the breakaway had a
minute. I smiled.
Matthew and I and a
rotating assortment of Fisher riders chased down any attempts to bridge or
break away. With one lap to go the gap
had grown to three minutes.
I was expecting the pace to
ramp up and it was a mixed bag. Everyone
wanted to pick up the pace to shrink the pack for the finishing sprint, but
nobody wanted to do the requisite work.
With no chance of catching
the break I was free to contend for Matthew and my own selfish interests. I took to the front at turn two (about
halfway on the lap) and soft-pedaled waiting for a rider to take over. I sailed along for close to a mile and when I
was passed there was quite the attack.
I tried to pick it up but
my fitness was lacking and I went from first to twelfth to twentieth to
holy-shit-batman. My back was sore from
the spending more time at the front than I ever do. To my delight the pack
slowed on the next climb and I was able to recover. I just waited and then after five or six
minutes I felt better and I started working my way up.
I could see Matthew in the
mix and he was doing a bit of work. If he could do a little wheel sucking
before the finish he could be in a great spot.
We were four across a
narrow half of the road and I was down in the drops afraid to blink. Every time I saw a gap I filled it. I passed on the left, on the right, and up
the middle. We hit the 1k to go and the
road drops sharply and the roller coaster turns demands your full attention. I moved up and went past Matthew.
It seemed as if everyone
was taking a breath getting ready for the finishing sprint that was just around
the corner, and I took the opportunity to move up just a couple more
spots. I wasn’t on the second row of
riders but I was on the third and I thought to myself, “being boxed in will
probably help me from going too early.”
Around the corner we could
see the 200m to go sign up the road. It looked very far and I was setting up
but not going just yet. I heard a voice say,
“On your right 2020.” I was just passing a rider on my right and it wasn’t that
rider who was speaking. We hit the 200m
sign (which means we get both sides of the road to sprint to the finish line)
and it was all on. I don’t know who was “on
my right” but I didn’t expect them to pass me. Not that I planned to block
them, I was just ready to sprint.
I don’t get out of the
saddle when I sprint and I dug down. I felt a shot like a mini-cramp in my quad
but I didn’t let up. I kept driving and looked around. I had two riders to my
left and two to my right. I could see the line and kept spinning hard. I took
fifth in the field sprint.
This was how we finished.
It turns out the breakaway
was too fast for one of the three riders and John survived and took second. We
were sprinting for third so I ended up seventh on the day.
Although the pace had been
pretty pedestrian, I did more than my share of the work and was delighted
beyond my wildest dreams with my finishing place. After warming down and getting dressed we
checked the results and sure enough, second and seventh.
This was my first race
after my season-ending crash last October. It felt good to pin on a number
again. I was happy to have shared it with Hottie, John and Matthew.