Mr America at the World Dualthon Championship

I recently competed in the Duathlon UTI World Championships in Concord, NC (near Charlotte) featuring over 1,000 athletes from 20 countries. Identical to Nationals, it would be a 10K run + 40K bike + 5K run. Competition ranged from the Elites to Age Groupers. After winning the Duathlon Nationals this past April, I qualified for this Worlds event and was invited to become a member of TEAM USA to represent the USA at Worlds which took place last Saturday (Sept 26) at the Lowes Motor Speedway. This was an opportunity of a lfetime, as Worlds rotates countries every year. Last year they were in Italy, and in Australia in 2007. It was a long 2-day drive of 1,260 miles each way, and we camped out in a mini-motorhome at the Speedway.

The weather was warm and quite humid the first few days. The first day was spent getting registered, checking out the expo, running portions of the course, and participating in the opening ceremonies at the Speedway. The second day was full with a TEAM USA meeting, tour of the bike course, and photo session at the Speedway. It was imperative to know the running and biking courses, as they involved a total of over 130 total turns! All the runs were on the same 5K loop (with over 20 tunrs per loop), and the biking covered two loops of a 12 mile circuit (with 35 turns per loop). Unfortunately, it rained during the entire event, and with all the turns would make for a slippery race and likely not produce record times. The race venue had athletes starting in waves and running and finishing on the NASCAR Speedway track, with courses on the actual tarmac as well as on roads around the area which were mostly hilly, to my surprise.

The Opening Ceremonies were cool, whereby athletes from each country paraded in front of the crowd on the Speedway. We were furnished special "parade uniforms" (TEAM USA sport shirt, hat, socks, etc.)that we wore, and were required to race with special TEAM USA race clothing that featured "USA" with each athlete's last name in bold letters. The ceremony ended with several sky-divers landing with a huge USA flag, and NASCAR pit crews provided wheel change demos (those guys are FAST)..

All 50+ males started together on the Speedway start line as the rain started again on Saturday, mid-afternoon. Bikes had to checked in the previous day, so they'd been out all night in the rain! Successive large groups followed in 10-min intervals. The Elites had finished just before my race. When the gun went off, it wasn't long before the lead runners were starting to disappear from sight - some truely world-class athletes from many countries. It wasn't long before the younger runners started to catch the 50+ runners, and some areas of the course got a bit crowded. I ran 41:04 for my 10K and finished intact. I was hoping to make up considerable time on the bike, but knew it would be a challenge with the numerous turns and continuous rain. The cycling portion had been shortened to 11 miles per loop due to conditions on the Z-Max Dragway, which was to my disadvantage!. It was imperative not to crash in the turns, so I had to ride relatively conservative. After every turn, I found myself sprinting to gain momentum. This effort, in addtion to runnung a 10K, started some cramping in my calves. But I caught a second wind in the final 5K and finished strong.

I ended up placing 8th overall, and posted the 2nd fastest bike portion (only the overall winner had a faster bike portion), and no one else passed me on the bike! The offical results show my bike average at 24.8 MPH, but they apparently didn't take into consideration the shortening of the distance. My computer showed 22.2 MPH. The first place 60-year old caught me with a mile to go (Steve Ruckert). We had finished together at Nationals in April to win our age-groups, and now he was on his way to a Worlds title. We exchanged a few words and encouraged one another to the finish. This helped me finish just a few seonds ahead of the 9th place runner.

It was really cool to be able to ride one lap of the 1-1/2 mile NASCAR track per bike loop. The track and entire area covered a huge chunk of real estate with seating for close to 200,000 NASCAR fans. Virtually all the top finishers in my field had recently turned 55, but at age 58, I consider myself thankful for the good helath and vitality to compete in various masters events, and this Worlds event was just frosting on the cake. Found out that the husband of the couple from Canada that camped next to us was the guy in 55+ that posted the 36:53 10K (Bill Wheeler), which earned him a Bronze medal. There were 38 competitors that qualified in the 55+ of which 35 finished the race. I later heard that there were a number of crashes, and spouses, friends and relatives cringed whenever they heard ambulances in the distance. The rain continued heavily after the event and throughout the night. Depsite the fact that we wore ankle timing chips, officials had difficulty scoring the race. Results were still not available at the post race party at the Embass Suites, and did not get posted until 1:30 AM the next day! Unfortunately, they only go 3 deep on awards, so I felt bad for the Italian and Irishman who had traveled so far.

Top Ten 55+ Age Group finishers:
1 - USA
2 - Norway
3 - Canada
4 - Italy
5 - Ireland
6-10 - USA

Here's a link for more info. http://onlineraceresults.com/race/view_race.php#racetop

Next I will be competing in the World Senior Games in St George , UT with four days of competivive cycle racing from Oct 6-9. See you on the road!

Fred Galata

September 19, 2009 – Nebraska State Road Race

A great day for the stripes.

Perfect race day weather for this large field of 68 riders. The anxiety of such a large group was apparent with the frequent screams of “SLOWING”, the bumping, even the nervous attitude of the guy that kept returning to my front wheel like a bad sock in the dryer. For purposes of this write up, I will refer to him as “White T-Shirt”. Those who rode will immediately recognize him by this description. He was the first rider in a race I have witnessed experiencing self-inflicted road rage.

Master Yoda (Pete) provided very good pre-race advice regarding positioning in the peloton. As any old Jedi warrior would, I followed exactly. The first lap was more avoiding trouble, than positioning (Garmin refers to avg speed at 23mph). Lap two provided the opportunity to put a little pressure on the heavy breathers (the ones doing most of the screaming, and yes…that included White T-Shirt). When Lap three arrived, which seemed quite early, it was clear which riders were important to keep in your perimeter. With only one real breakaway, it seemed difficult to get any partners to contribute to a chase. The best opportunity was when, wearing the stripes, Ted Lechnowski came by me valiantly in a very fast pace (too fast to react for me). He did stretch ahead, only to be unfortunately pulled in prior to the last turn off of the loop. Next time I will ready to assist.

At the final turn in, I decided it was time to deplete the fuel from the latest powergel I consumed. I jumped out of the seat on the turn and cranked the pedals like never before. Success! This positioned me well in the front group (where I witnessed a very intentional Cat 4 girl-girl shoulder bump…mean), then on the final approach to the finish line I found a gap on the right side of the bunched front runners and let the tiger stripes work their magic. Sixth place overall (my best finish), and actually won the old guy group (40+) at a mere age of 47.
Congratulations to Pete for his terrific finish and 1st place ranking in his group, and Connor Randalman for the same in the Junior category. Stripes has a terrific road season. Thanks for the great year.

El Guapo sprinting for the finish line in the Cat 4 race. Not exactly a caven-dish fin-ish.

Race report for State Road Race Championship at Branched Oak, September 19, 2009

El Guapo, Sir Troy of Perry, Ted the Menace Lechnowski and young Connor Randleman all sported the stripes at the race. I'll let Troy and Connor contribute their own writeups, but congrats to all for taking state titles. Connor takes the gold in Juniors, Troy crushes his opponents (by Krom) in Cat 5 40+, and El Guapo is teh best of the old goats.

My race was 60 miles. Twenty-four Cat 4 racers of all ages circled Branched Oak 5 laps. There were a couple of ill-fated break away attempts, but the pack wasn't going to let anyone get away. I think only two of the 24 actually faded before the mass sprint at the finish. I spent most of the race yakking with my pals. Chased down one break away with Brady Murphy and Dan Ertz.

So the plan was to be ready for the sprint. Felt strong, thru the hills leading up to the final turn. Had to scrub a bunch of speed at the final turn, but found myself in about 6th position coming out of the corner. Decided to open up the throttles to the old diesel a couple of hundred yards out. Caught most of the racers napping and found myself on the front as we approached the finish. In the last 50 yards or so, saw two guys beat me to the line. Finished in 5th, but that was debatable.

Didn't really matter, since 2nd through 5th are all LOSERS. Congrats to the winner Brandon Fenster. I'd love to try it again and maybe suck a little more wheel leading up to the finish line. Probably launched a little too soon.

Oh well. I did take the state crown for 50+. All the the little packets of Geritol, errr....Gu, must have helped out during the race. Nice to compete against the young studs and not get dusted. Always wanted a state road race crown, so I guess I can check that off the bucket list, but it would have been nice to win the whole enchilada.

Ran the Corporate Cup the next day. First time I ever raced a 10K. Finished in 40.54. Not bad considering I was a little gassed from this road race, plus I cramped up at the 4mile mark and had to slow down a little. At least I know now that at sub 40 10K is doable. New goal!!

Time to call the road season toast. Can you say cyclocross??

Thanks to all for a great season. Velo Veloce did great as a team. Thanks teammates!

Fred gets ready to fire up the turbo out in SanFran, California. Congrats on great results!!
Team Xtreme,

We've been back almost a week now and I'm finally getting an email to you about the National Senior Olympic Games in the San Francisco bay area that several of you have been asking about. The Games are held every other year by a new host city. We got a new ISP at home which was just activated the other day and I've been busy getting caught up at the office, so here are the results.

It was a long three day drive to San Mateo. No option to fly with 2 bikes and lots of wheelsets. One of the race officials had previously told me in an email to "rest assured, it never rains here this time of year". The morning of the first road race (20K) stated with light rain. but it mostly dried up by race start. All 4 races were held on the same 6-mile course which was closed to traffic and consisted on some nice rollers, some long and but not overly steep. IMHO, the courses were not challenging enough to break up the large pack until the VERY END where the course climbed nearly 200-ft in less than a 1/2 mile. I predicted that there would be crashes at the base of the hill after a fast downhill just before a sharp left hand turn up the start of the big S-bend hill. Everyone, especially the sprinters, were trying to be the first into the turn. About 10 riders were ahead of me when a crash occurred on my far right. It became a slugfest of lactic acid and I finished 5th overall, barely catching the 4th place rider at the line by inches. The winner was from Washington state.

The 40K RR the next day was pretty much the same, except it was much more spirited. They started the 50-54 pack 1-min ahead of us, and as we came down the big-s-bend downhill in a neutral rollout, and then turned right onto the course, we had to stop. There was already a nasty crash in the 50-54 race. Three riders were down and 1 had to exit the race. Once we restarted, the attacks began. I threw in a few attacks myself, and chased down everything that broke. There was one attack that we all rested from, when two riders snuck off the front. They didn't attack, they just slowly rode off the front. Nobody reacted, and next thing they had a nice gap. Found out later that one of the lead riders in our group, who had won the 20K, was essentially "blocking" for another Washington rider in the breakaway. Although I make several concerted efforts with other riders to reel them in, there was not enough sustained effort to catch them. The majority of riders just sucked wheel. Despite the pace, virtually the entire pack remained intact. So I rode hard down the final downhill, and was the first rider in the pack to make the turn at the base of the climb. Several riders passed me but I was able to pass a few and finished 5th again - another "podium finish".

Two days rest, then the 5K and 10K TT's were held on the same course - 5K in the AM, 10K in the early PM. They had hired a professional co. to score the races. They used a nice start ramp and riders were required to fasten transponders to their front wheel for all 4 races for "instant and accurate timing and results". Well, officials didn't know that the city had recently installed wires under the road which messed up the timing devices so they had to score it manually. They were accurate, but we were not provided the results of the 5K until AFTER the 10K was completed!

I ended up with the Silver medal in the 5K, riding a 6:52 at an average pace of 27.1 MPH. When I swept all 4 events with Gold 2 years ago in Louisville, KY, I had set a new 55+ age-group distance record then with a 7:11, so although I bettered my time by 0:19, I got beat by 9 secs this year. The good news was that I had beat the Washington St guy (who had won the 20K RR) by LESS than a second! Scott Sifferman from Missouri won the Gold. Fourth place was just 3 secs back, and 5th was 10 secs back.

Then things really started to heat up. Temps reached 95-100. The winds calmed and there was an air inversion where the air quality turns bad. Riders were hacking and getting dehydrated. Plus the waiting around for hours in the heat for the results was not helping. The 10K started as scheduled. Had I known the results of the 5K I might have changed wheels. But I finished 3rd in the 10K (14:28) with Bronze, getting beat out of Silver by just 1 sec by the Washington guy who I had beat out in the 5K. Scott won the Gold again. The 4th place rider behind me was just 2 secs back (he had placed 2nd in the 40K breakaway), and 5th place was just 3 secs back! Overall for all riders 50+, I had finished 4th in the 5K and 5th in the 10K. It was also amazing to see the winners of both of the 60+ and 65+ age groups ride sub 15:00 in the 10K TT.

In general, the competition was very keen. The only guys that rode better than I were essentially the new 55 year olds that were new to the age group. The NSGA put on a nice BBQ the evening of the last event. Other Omaha riders included Team Kaos riders Suzanne Wilson (2 podium finishes), Gary Schmidt (2 - 8th places), and Doug Semisch and Steve Kramer. Jody and I spent the next 3 days hiking in Yosemite where temps hit 98 in the Valley. Six days of driving round-trip was a bit much, but a great experience overall.

- Fred Galata

Crits and Bits

Pic: Pedro votes two thumbs up for TT review.

Day 3 recap: For some odd reason, the Men's 45+ Cat 4 omnium was based only on the road race and TT events, not the crit too. Ahh, that's sad.....NOT. You know how I hate crits. So, I finished the omnium in third place based on my 1st place TT and 9th place RR. Cashed in some more hardware (3rd place bronze medal for overall...real cool) and a big ass jar of GU2 powder for swag.

The Crit: I told myself the goal was to finish and NOT WRECK, since the crit didn't count towards anything omnium-wise and it was unlikely I would compete for 1st, 2nd or 3rd in the crit. I finished 18th out of 27, but the race was marred with accidents. Two unlucky souls got carted off on stretchers into the ambulance and straight to the hospital. Do not pass GO and do not collect Primes. Poor guys. The previous race also had a junior wipe out in the same exact location and fracture her clavicle...sound familiar Speed Queen??

So, great weekend of racing. Lots of hardware and swag. Lots of props from the Colorado riders for a flatlander coming in and ruling the TT. Heard some guys behind me in the neutral RR rollout say "some dude from Nebraska won the TT. We Googled him last night." Guess they were worried about me in the RR too.

Sitting in Estes Park drinking coffee at Long' Peak Coffee Haus. Gonna do Trail Ridge Road tomorrow for FUN! (12,189 ft.). See ya back in the 'hood soon! Adios!

Road Raced and Roasted

Pic: Dad is greeted post-road race by his feed zone pit crew...Millie and Monie

Quick recap: El Guapo rode in the State Games of America road race today in Salida. Had about 20 guys in my 45+, Cat 4 group. We started a minute behind the 40 rider strong 35+, Cat 4 group. It was torcherous. Super hot and sunny. The 12 miles loop was a killer. Long, long ascent up 10% grades. Once over the top, screaming descent, hitting 50mph+ routinely.

I ended up 9th out of twenty. Not sure yet of my omnium position. Hope to hold onto 3rd. The guy who finished 3rd in TT finished 2nd in road race. I'll know tomorrow morning after crit.

I let the mountain goats go once we hit the first ascent. Dudes were about 150 lbs soaking wet and could climb like ivy. I might have finished a little higher, but ended up overshooting a corner at high speed and went down in ditch. No broken bones, but took a minute to shake the cobwebs.

Felt stronger each lap. Had to go up the beastly grades 4 times. Not to disappointed with finish really. Dined on a lot of the 35+ riders. Cramped a little on the last lap, but commanded my gray cells to override pain signals from right leg.

Had Millie and Simone handing me water bottles at feed zones. They were decked out in their Tony Tiger kit. People thought they were sweet. They usually are.

Didn't sleep a stinkin wink last night, period. The extra burden of wearing the mellow johnny, I guess. Hopefully sleep will arrive tonite via Dead-Ex. That's what my body feels like now. Yea, tho I cycle thru the mountains of death, I shall fear no evil, for I love the pain. I was built to process pain. Pain is my life. Ciao.

Riding High!

Pic: El Guapo in O2 debt post-TT, but manages to pose with his trusty $675 Cervelo warhorse.

OK Velocistas,

Ever been gasping for air so much the back of your throat is raw? That's what I felt yesterday at the end of the State Games of America time trial. But, great news. El Guapo diesels in for the TT win in my category. Holy jumping jelly beans! Great Horny Toads! Exceeded my expectations. I had hoped for a podium.

Let's recap. Simone and I came out a week early. I test rode the rather short TT course last Saturday. It starts off with a quick descent and several S turns, then straightens out into a false flat up to the turn around point. The return is quicker as you speed down the false flat and the S turns, but the ascent to the finish is the killer.

The race:

Prior to race, I noticed that they had me in with the Cats 1, 2, and 3 45+ racers. There was a Cat 4, 45+ division that I should have been in. Consulted with the race directors and referees. They said go ahead and race with the 1, 2 and 3s, and they would switch me over to Cat 4 at race end. So picture me warming up with all these super fast, savvy, thin-air breathing dudes from Colorado and other states.

I just barely got to the start gate on time. I was #153. (saved this for the scrapbook). Saw #154 of the fellow following me waiting at the gate. Got in front of him, then they held my bike while I clipped in. Had trouble again with booties, but got locked in with 15 seconds to go. They launched new riders every 30 seconds. Screamed out of the starting blocks like a kamikaze pilot about to detonate against an aircraft carrier.

Strangely un-nervous about the whole affair. I had checked out my rabbit (#152) while warming up. He was decked out in beautiful Team Evergreen kit, and had rippling calf muscles. Obviously used to racing at altitude, which was above 7,200 feet in Salida. After the first descent and turns, I had closed about 10 seconds on him. Held this up the false flat as we labored to turn around point. I was downshifting all the way up this flat and had just run out of gears and gas at the turn around. Noticed the fella behind me had not gained on me, so that was great. Locked my rabbit into the cross-hairs and matched his descent. Didn't hit the brakes at all during S curves, then gained good time on him on the uphill ascent to finish. Not much screaming at finish, rather looked like fish on the beach gasping for oxygen. Held high 170s heart beats/minute during whole affair.

Simone, Millie and CK were located as soon as vision came back around. Sucked down a tepid Diet Coke, then could start talking again. Told Simone I closed gap on my rabbit and didn't get passed, so that boded well. We met down at Alpine Park waiting for results. Like most races, results ran late getting posted, so we went to motel and cleaned up. Returned later to park. Millie and I dropped down to grass and said little prayer prior to approaching trailer where results were posted. Then crossed our fingers (not superstitious at all) and went to see.

Smoked it! Finished in 17:27. Beat second place fella by almost a full minute. Would have placed 4th in the Cat 1,2, 3 race. Waiting for "official results" sometime today, but no one protested the finishing list.

I was happy as a clam. This had been the focal point of season. Thanks to everyone who helped me; teammates at Velo, John the Carpenter for covering spin classes for me, training partners for cycling and running. Life is good right now. I didn't sleep a wink last night. Body temp was elevated as were endorphins.

Back in the saddle soon for the 48 mile road race, complete with 50+mph descents. Leading the omnium results right now. Hope to hold my spot and finish high up in the omnium. Check back later for more! Ohhh, unbeeevaable!

"...let's start from the very beginning..."

If you can't smile going uphill , in a headwind, with a broken clavicle, "..than you ain't no friend of mine...". The Top Songs on the 1st ride after 7 weeks of domestic boredom-if you got rhythm: 5) Low Rider, 4) Dance to the Music (esp. the Da-Da-da -Bump bump part, repeatedly), 3) I'm All Shook Up, 2) Walk This Way, 1) your choice. Things were sensing my injury and weakness: *pretty butterflies would not get out of my way, *turkey buzzards moving in quick, *double -take looks by cyclists glaring at my E-Rock jersey with doubt. Despite this, I gave thankful smiles to all who shared my path. Like pistons my legs were pumping again. Like a predator in pursuit of its prey. RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE! The trail bridges rattled me a bit, but I held on loosely and faired pretty good. That's when the song "All Shook Up" played into mind. Passed a truck parked in a back lot that asked "Got Junk?"printed in big bold letters on the side. I took that as a personal insult and went faster. I asked permission from my right clavicle ( okay that's strange, but it works) if I could try and put full weight on my wrist. She said "Oh yes, please do". I asked her if I could go down in the drops for awhile. Again, she she said, "Well, yeah, you know you and I both won't know till you try". I then asked if I could at least, just once, rip it and go all out...she interupted me at "rip it", and said "Listen y0u m*$#%@whatthe*@*#do you think you're doing here if...!" That was the nicest thing my clavicle said to me in 7 weeks. So I shut up and let her rip. The weeds and familiar Bellevue stench was never so sweet. It felt so good to get my groove on and ride (my) bump baby. Was even great to get passed by others. However, succumbing to nice folk took a toll on Miss Clavicle; she said to knock it off, and let the burn penetrate till you make a change, and turn things around in your favor. It wasn't Colorado, but it was a start..."Who Do You Love?...."

Bike Salmon

Check out this post on a blog about following the law as a cyclist.

RAGBRAI report

Ragbrai reward: picture of little 6 yr old Velo chickadee Camille (Millie) Duryea with a Turkey Tom's drumstick. This is what RAGBRAI is all about. Fun stops and visiting with every type of bike rider. Millie was riding stoker to El Guapo on her tag-along. I thought she would bail out about half-way at Corning, 36 miles in. But she's a trooper and wasn't about to miss out on the whole trek.

So, along with some St. Cecilia's friends (Maddie and Dan), fellow junior Veloer Zach Lau, sister Simone and captain Dad, we all hustled in the entire 74 miles. Amazing.

Next picture is of the crew chomping down on some delish watermelon.

Also spotted was Veloer Todd Eyberg and his parents. Never found Veloer Jackie W or Veloer Betty C and her posse.

Cornhusker State Games

Great day for the club-1 bronze and 4 gold medals. Pete Duryea won the Men's cat 4 (fourth fastest time of the day!), Fred Galata won the Men's 55+ (third fastest time of the day!), Zach Lau won the Junior Men's 13-15, I won the Men's 45-54, and Jackie Wethor was 3rd in the Women's cat 4. John Dean finished 6th in the Men's 55+ (Merckx style-no aero equipment). Strangely, Jackie and I both had higher average speeds over the 24 miles than last week's 10 mile TT.

On a personal note, I have to thank Jackie for fixing my position, at least within the limits of the equipment I have (need to address that). One of my goals as a cyclist was to do something equivalent to a sub 1-hour 40 km TT. I averaged 41 kmh for 38.6 km, so I think I can check that one off.

The Main Event

Day 5: Preparation T

Pictures: Troy and Steve do pre-Triple ride to Jamestown. Troy 1/6 of the way done at top of Squaw Pass. Pete, Troy and Todd sport the stripes at 1st break area. Pete and Troy celebrate the successful ascent up Loveland.

Friday was our meeting and shuttling vehicle day. Troy, Steve and El Guapo connect at the local cyclist’s fav coffee shop Amante’s. It also happened to be first mountain day of the Tour, so we reveled in the Versus coverage. Amante’s was chuck full of cycle fans.

After the exciting finish, we sally forth for a quick “get acclimated” ride for Troy. Head north of Boulder and veer off into mountains on Left Hand Road. We complete a circuit back to the coffee shop that included Lee Hill Road and a huge descent. I actually record the speediest descent of the week here, just nudging past 50 mph. Not to worry, I’ll have other chances to break my personal best (or worst, if you’re a worrier) time of 55.3 mph.

After lunch, all three of us drive separately to Avon, where we drop Steve’s pickup and Troy’s SUV. Then back to Boulder. Troy and Pete chow down on the perfect pre-120 mile ride fuel….Indian food. We prep the Jeep for the early morning journey to the start line by attaching our two-wheeled sleds and all the gear we would need that evening. Early start anticipated.

Day 6: The Main Event

Up at 3:09 AM, decide that an extra 45 minute of sleep was OK. Promptly dreamed that Troy and I overslept. Woke with a start and leaped out of bed at 3:51. Like good Scouts, we’re prepared, so all we have to do is nuke ourselves with industrial strength java and inhale donuts. Just as we get the Jeep on the main drag, we found a Volvo XC 70 with a road bike stapled to the back. Use Sherlock-like deductive powers and conclude this crazy was heading to the same place as us. No other whackos out at 4 AM ‘cept us loons. Arrive at Evergreen. We luck out. Spot semi-legal parking spot open. Doe-eye the volunteer guarding entrance to parking lot. She swoons and lets us pass. Complete the obligatory pre-ride rituals of sunscreen, gear check and port-a-potty visit.

Official start time of 5:55. Up, up and away thru the goons at the wristband check on the way to Juniper pass. Troy is so excited, but that soon passes. Eventually I hear a "what have you got me into" statement. Anyway, we slog our way the 20+ miles to first break station. Spot Betty and her posse, as well as teammate Todd striped out in his Velo gear, along with his pops, Terry.

Ready for 1st descent. Betty launches first, followed by her crazy 88s. Troy and I bomb the downhill shortly thereafter. Right in front of us, we witness a sweet sliding wipeout into guard rail after some dude’s tire blows on the corner. I bark the mandatory “are you OK?” on the way by at 40 mph, but never heard the response so figure that means I don’t have to stop. Surely some good Samaritan behind me actually stops and helps. Dude didn’t even have time to bleed by the time I was on him.

My primary mission is to find and flame the hard charging Betty. Eventually, I spot her in the purple HHH jersey. Superior body mass and Eurus wheels rule the day and I torch her on the right side at about 45 mph. We all know Campy rules, right Betty? That and superior body mass, so mix in a buffet or two.

We regroup at Ranger station in Idaho Springs. Start the group Bataan death march from Idaho to Loveland, including 6 miles on I-70 shoulder. Chow down on PB & J fuel at Loveland ski area. Now the fun begins with Loveland ascent. I take no prisoners and scream up the slope at a steady 9.5 mph, with a leech sticking on my rear wheel. I couldn’t shake him, but he compliments me for a “great pull” as we reach the summit. Break out the cold weather gear and settle in for a while until Troy summits. We do the obligatory photo ops at the 11, 990 sign. Then hurtle down the sweet descent to Copper.

Now the weather turns to crud. Spit, spat and sput on us the whole way up to Vail Pass. We earn the jersey the hard way, but freezing our buns off on final 1/3 of ride. No drafting unless you wanna choke on lead rider’s rear wheel turkey tail of road grime and goo. Power in to finish line to cheering throngs.

Congrats to Troy for nutting up and finishing under Xtreme duress. Troy goes his own way and I hitch ride back to Evergreen with Steve and Chuck. Figure this is my last hurrah swan song for the Triple. Don’t anyone ask me to go next year! Got other nasty rides to try. Can you say California’s Death Ride? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Omaha Cycling Weekend

Interesting weekend for the team. I'm just trashed right now-three race in two days will do that to you.

The team had some good results this weekend. Jackie (without the broken collarbone), Fred, Andy, and myself competed. Jackie finished 6th in the cat 4 women's TT. Fred finished on the podium in the cat 3 time trial, only 1 second out of 2nd (first in 50+). The Ageless One averaged 26.7 mph over the 10 mile course. I ended up 8th overall out of 39 riders in cat 4 (2nd in 40-49) with an average speed of 25.4 mph. It was a difficult TT course, with 6 turns, lots of little rollers, so that you could not get a full head of steam going before you had to slow up or change gears.

The crits on Saturday night were tough. In the cat 4, there were 40 riders on a tight course. After a lousy start (my signature move) it took me 15 minutes to get to the front 10 or so. Speeds were high, and the morning TT didn't help. On the last lap, some doofus from MCC sat up at a critical junction and I got gapped by the front 7. I busted a bun getting back, but on that course it's too late if you're not on the front on the descent. Rich Pearson pipped me at the line, so I was 9th (3rd in 40-49).

Fred and Andy raced the 3's crit. Fred had a mechanical problem at the start and ended up 10 seconds back almost instantly. With the hot pace, it was impossible to get back on. Andy stayed on for quite a while, but fast pace took its toll. They ended up racing in with Troy Krause from Lincoln Industries.

The road race was another extremely fast affair. The 3's were combined with the 1-2 race, and Fred and Andy reported that it was brutal. Officials called the race after 50 miles because of threatening weather. Both finished in the money-Andy claiming the 8th place prize in the cat 3 race, and Fred was 2nd in the 50+ cat 3s.

My cat 4 race had 40 racers on the narrow roads of the course, but we miraculously had few crashes. The was a lot of sketchy riding in the back, so I stayed up front for 85% of the race. Tried to get into some breaks, but as is usual in cat 4, nothing was allowed to get away. We went the full 50 miles. I positioned myself in the front three for the final lap and stayed there until 400 meters to go, where better sprinters came around me and I ended up 8th (again), but won the 40-49, and thus won the 40-49 omnium prize for all three races. Very fast race, even with the winds.

Capturing the Flag

Trip Report: Day 4

Capturing the Flag

Pix of massive steep ascent of Flag, great fun on way down. Also, kids learning to climb.

OK. My nemesis. I had tried Flagstaff Mt. about two summers ago. It thrashed me. Had to stop twice on the way up to rest. I was beaten like a rented mule. In my defense, I had underestimated it and overestimated my endurance.

Two years ago, I had come out early for a business trip. I knocked off Cottonwood Pass, then the next day went up and over Independence Pass to Aspen, lunched, came back. The following day I climbed three 14’ers, including Mt. Lincoln to knock off the last of the top 10 14’ers in Colorado, another goal. Then went to business conference in Denver and bombed around MUT trails for two days. On Thursday, my buddy Chris (from D.C.) and I did Lookout Mt. I got up early and figured I’d hit Flagstaff on the way out of town. No breakfast. You know the rest of the story.

Today I didn’t underestimate it. I ate fruit for breakfast down at the Lazy Dog as I watched the Tour on TV. I drove up to the start at Baseline Street and parked the Jeep in the Colorado Chautauqua Gardens. Stretched. Gu’ed. Took off in lowest possible gear, spinning away. I conserved energy by soft pedaling on parts I felt I could really speed on. The first part is beautiful as you look out over Boulder as you ascend. Finally, I got to the 15% grade that ruled me earlier. It was work, but I chugged right up. There was one other brutal part, but I tamed it too. The goal was to do it without putting foot on ground. Done.

I was apprehensive about this climb, but can now mark it off of the bucket list. After slumming around Pearl Street and the bike shops there, I ended up joining an evening club ride with the Boulder Bicycle Club. It was advertised as 13-16 mph, no drop ride. Perfect, as I wanted to just spin. It turned into a hammerfest, as things usually do. I represented the low-landers well as we journeyed up to scenic Jamestown on Left Hand Canyon road. On the descent back to Boulder, I hit 50 mph on one stretch.

Currently sitting in Amante’s coffee shop in north Boulder, watching the first mountain stage of the Tour. Waiting for Troy and Steve to show. We’re gonna do a quick ride, shuttle vehicles to Avon, maybe connect with Betty and her posse at Tony Rigatoni’s. Then get ready for the main event tomorrow…..the Triple Bypass! Are you ready to rumble??

Day 3: Red Mountain Pass

Found a remote place to sleep last night. Tried finding somewhere in National Forest access, but failed. Didn’t pitch a tent. Went Bobke style and just slept in back of Jeep as daylight was dwindling fast.

Prior to that, I tried to find Internet access in Ouray. Struck out. Hard to fathom. I did watch some of the Team Time Trial on Versus at the local Irish pub. Astana was just launching when I bailed out in search of a campsite.

Got up early, drove into downtown Ouray. Left around 630 AM to try and beat traffic to the top, since I was going to be riding on the right side of road next to sheer drop-offs. What a great climb! Not as steep, but scarier and more twisties. Highly recommend!

Got to top of 11,000+ ft pass. Screamed down the other side on beautiful pavement with hardly any need for braking. Hit 44 mph, being conservative. Pedaled into downtown Silverton and found the local organic coffee shop. Visited with locals, including people who were very eccentric.

Hit the road back to the top of Red Mt Pass. Not as long or steep on the south side. Met up with a new acquaintance, Brian, at top. What a coincidence. I met him on top of Slumgullion two days earlier. Small world.

Now the fun part, hurtling down hill on all those 10 and 15 mph switchbacks. Dominated the cars and RVs. Took beaucoup pix, including one that I hope shows how crazy the ascent was earlier in the day. Look at that drop-off. This descent back to Ouray is what Colorado is all about. Fantastic! If you ever have a chance to do Red Mt. Pass, you must. As the Cycling Colorado book says, this is the best pass two wheels will ever touch. Agree!!!

So far, I rate Red Mt. one for fun. Slumgullion one for solitude and steepness. Wolf’s Creek #1 for popularity. Back in Boulder now. Tomorrow, Flagstaff Mt and its 15% pitch. It humbled me a couple of years ago, but I’m back nastier than ever. Prepare to meet your maker, winner take all!

Day 2: Slumgullion and Spring Passes

Popped up at the crack of dawn. Camped at Nellie Creek where the trailhead for Uncompaghre mountain is. Simone and I flamed out here about 5 years ago in our 4matic Mercedes. We climbed Uncompaghre, but left the Mercedes. Big $$ fiasco.

Broke camp and headed down to Lake City. Found a coffee shop, Mean Jean’s, that was open at 630 AM. And free wireless to boot. Headed up towards Slumgullion around 730. This baby was steep. I know certain parts of it were 9-10%, and it was 7% overall. Labored up to the top without stopping, naturally. I’ll put a foot down only if I CRACK. So far, only one mountain has bested me….Flagstaff.

Crested the Slum and descended cautiously towards the valley in between Slum and Spring. Crested Spring and went down the other side. My turn around point was the magnificent North Clear Creek Falls. This is the waterfall that they used in the old Coors commercials. I munched on my 3 day old Paneras bagel.

On the way out, met a mountain biking hottie named Mary. She was vacationing, but training for an upcoming half-Ironman in Michigan. Headed back up Spring. Saw a cattle grate, so I dismounted and walked over. Here came a roadie flying down the pass, so I waited. Dude was on a Medici. Yakked for a while, since the weather and ride was AA+++.

Stormed up Spring and sped over to the beginning of Slum. Once on top, I was thrilled. Only the twisty, narrow descent to Lake City remained for me to knock of the 2nd of my 3 main goals for the week. Flashed into Lake City around noon. Woo-hoo!

Soaked my sore ankle in the icy cold river. Then snarfed some nasty pizza at Poker Alice again. Decided to take the 4wd road over Cinnamon Pass to Silverton, rather than pavement. This was the scariest, nastiest road I’ve ever been on. Massive drop-offs. I was white-knuckling the steering wheel. It would have been faster to go around the long way on pavement, but I’ll never forget this beautiful, scary ride over 12,640 ft. Cinnamon Pass.

Finally got back to pavement. Got out and kissed it. Hurried thru Silverton and headed north to Ouray, over tomorrow’s 3rd leg; Red Mountain Pass. Aiyyeeeee! Narrow, scary, madness. But I’m going to dominate it tomorrow. That or I’ll be swept out into the abyss by a 18 wheeler. You would not believe the sheer drop-offs on this ride. No shoulders, no railings. Living on the edge, brother. More switchbacks then the Alp de Huez. Ouray to Silverton and back. Stay tuned for hair-raising tales of horror on tomorrow’s report. You heard it first hear, on the QT and hush-hush. OUT.

Trip report:

Blasted out of the Big O around 7 AM. Armed with bagels, bananas, diet cherry Coke. Traveling light with duffel bag full of lycra, especially every piece of orange/blue Xtreme Wheels/Velo gear that I owned.

Minimal pit stops on the way. One Starbucks induced pit stop, one Taco Bell hit. Made great time till skidding to construction stop on I-25 at Walsenburg. Argggghhh. Wasted a good 45 minutes there, bumper to bumper.

Power slid into South Fork, CO, at 700 PM. Threw down the North Face up in National Park access area. Skeeters dined on my tasty low-land flesh while erecting the tent, but I zipped in and thumbed my prodigious beak at them. Broke out my new $7.50 Lance “Its not about the Bike” book and read till dark.

Rousted my buns at the crack of dawn. Donned the revered stripes and broke camp. Found a wi-fi café to check e-mail and snarfed two gut-bomb pancakes. With coffee, walked out $6 poorer.

Launced the ‘Nello from South Fork visitor’s center around 730 AM. Pointed it SW towards the Wolf and Pagosa Springs. Went out overdressed and soon peeled off leg warmers, arm warmers, stocking hat cuz the steep ascent was broiling me like a orange snapper. Stormed up the 7% grades at a steady 7.5mph. Gauged effort by heart rate monitor; mostly 140’s. Soon sat atop the Wolf at 10,850. Bartered with overweight RV’er to swap picture taking. Even negotiated a free bottle of water out of the deal. Threw back on my arm warmers and hit the descent towards Pagosa.

Stopped after road leveled out at Treasure Falls. Decided to get my arse back to South Fork as skies looked ominous. The SW ascent back to the Wolf was much harder. Held a steady 150-156 heart rate on way up. Relentless grade. Stood briefly on pedals about every two minutes to give my ample derriere a break. Back on top without stopping. By this time of day all the RV’ers were at top. They marveled that I could do this, while choking down their coffin nails in between pix. Inhaled the last of my day-old Panera’s cinnamon bagels. Screamed down towards South Fork, all the while seeing a huge black weather wall down in the valley.

Scariest part was hurtling through one of two tunnels. Jeep behind me was leaning on the horn all the way through. Didn’t even have time to give him the one-finger salute as I was doing about 40 mph. Bright light, to dark tunnel, to bright light at 40 caused me to have white-knuckle death grip on the bars.

Ran out of luck about 5 miles out of South Fork. Started pelting rain, so I bailed to nearest covered front porch of the Moon Valley campground office. Sat in there for about 1.5 hours. It hailed for about 20 minutes too. Finally limped the last 5 miles into town and the shelter of the Jeep. Changed in visitor’s center to dry gear. Rinsed off the bike. Threw it in the back of Jeep and blazed a trail toward’s Creede, Spring Pass and Slumgullion Pass, then down into Lake City. Visited with randoneur at top of Slumgullion. This pass down into Lake City looks intimidating. Book says 9% grades and I believe it. Can’t wait for the fun and suffering to resume tomorrow AM. Splurging on $4 white chocolate mocha at the Mocha Moose. No wi-fi, but hammering out trip report while sipping coffee in the mountains ain’t all bad. Gotta grab some pizza, then head west to a campground I know off for the night. Stay tuned for update after tomorrow’s grand adventure!

First pic is at the top of the Wolf early in AM. 2nd pic is back on the top later in day. Note much more traffic.

Pete and Betty roll up the last grueling 1.5 mile, 12% slog to the finish line. 7 PM. There was much revelry to follow, as both bikers were experiencing the post-ride endorphin high from making the cut. The last 26 miles was a conglomeration of encouraging words, bad jokes (the Captain's Log), badly botched singing by El Guapo, movie one-liners (Oh, Behave...at the top of the descents) and team work. Betty, my hat is off to you! What's next? Oh, I remember, we're doing the Triple again in 3 weeks....12o miles, one day, three mountain passes....NO PROBLEMO!

El Guapo

HHH 4th and so forth

Here's a happy face, and we're not even done yet. This is our final sag stop at mile 102. We've still got 26 miles to go for a grand total of 128. Talk about representing the Xtreme/Velo colors proudly. I believe Betty was rejecting my idea to squirt her water bottle over her head again. How can you be smiling this deep into a sufferfest! I asked, she said: Pain is temporary, glory lasts forever!

Betty and I both believe you can't wear the HHH jersey until after you earn it. We both proudly wear it now. It goes right up there next to the Triple Bypass 2006 jersey. Not quite as bad as the freezing, sleeting miserable 06 Triple ride, but a close second.

HHH Take 3!

Ok, guys, be honest. Is there anything cooler than a biker chick dominating the men on a steep incline, let alone standing on the pedals out of the saddle? Here is Betty Bopper dancing on the pedals up a super steep climb. Click on the photo to enlarge. You'll notice Betty pretending to be suffering at my request. She started together at the bottom with those dudes trailing and caught the one and only loser, err rider, on a recumbent. I was amazed by her strength and tenacity, and I'm not easy to impress. We need to slam her on a bike in Women's Cat 4 and turn loose the terror!

HHH Part Deux!

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After Bill stops at 70 miles, it's down to Betty and Pete riding the rest of the way together. Here's a pic of the noble steeds taking a break. Kind of a sexy pic, eh? Betty's sinfully light custom Serotta titanium bike weighs in at a paltry 16 lbs. It's nestled up to Pete's Pinarello F3:13 carbon climbing monster. This bike is a billy goat, now if I could just muster some legs to do it justice.

Horribly Hilly Hundreds

Velo Velocistas Pete (El Guapo) and Betty "Crash" Cook conquered the endurance ride last Saturday called the Horribly Hilly Hundreds. It's billed as the toughest one day ride in the Midwest.

The ride is up in SW Wisconsin, about 30 miles west of Madison at Blue Mounds State Park. This stinking ride sold out in a record 14 minutes this year. That for 1000 slots. They saved 300 slots for a random drawing later, so the ride had 1300 total.

Betty, Bill (the Mad Downhill Bomber) Medcalf and El Guapo started the beastly ride around 630 AM. Right off the bat there was an ascent of 1.5 miles up Blue Mounds State Park road, which is a steady 12%. The weather was outstanding, if a little hot. The ride claims 45 hills to climb, most of which range between 10-15%. There was plenty of suffering taking place.

Bill rode hard and completed the 100K plus another 7 miles for a total of 70. He and Betty took turns firing past me in their full tuck position on the downhills, as I waited down at the bottom of many hills. Somehow, I was elected team photographer. Betty was easy to spot in her Tony-the-Tiger Velo gear, but Bill opted for the ubiquitous red and black UNMC gear, which was hard to pick out.

Above is a great photo of Betty's hiney with Bill drafting closely behind the behind (pardon the bun):

Here is El Guapo's artistic shot of the day, catching Bill and Betty cresting a beastly hill at the end of Stage 2. Pinarello's deserve some camera time, as we all know that Campy Rules! (Right Betty?)

Yutan TT: revisited

Hey gang,

Here are some fine photos that my brother took near the turnaround point, plus a couple more from my camera, courtesy one-winged Jackie. Here's our Jackie with Harvey pitching in early. In the background, volunteers Andy Keffer and Dave Randleman get the junior bikes ready for rollout.

Here's a photo of the human locomotive Fred Galata churns his way to yet another state crown, his gadzillionith. Congratulations again, Fred, on an outstanding victory in 55+ Men's and a blazing time. Talk about scorched earth policy, Fred wrote it!

Pete (El Guapo) has a rabbit in his sights as he makes a tight corner at the turnaround point. Pete ekes out a state title for 45+ men as he squeaks by the highly talented John Vondracek and Greg Shimonek for the win.

The four horsemen, err, Velo Veloce juniors look fit and fast in their stripes. Left to right are Conor Randleman, Jack Perry, Zach Lau and Simone Duryea. Conor wins the Junior Men's gold, followed by Zach for silver and Jack for Bronze. Simone zips to the Junior women's gold, even with a mechanical slowing her down. They form the nucleus for a solid Velo Veloce racing team for years to come. Congratulations juniors!!

Yutan, Ne State TT photos

Just a few photos to share of the TT today...enjoy!

State Time Trial Results

Here's the press release for today's TT:

Jarod Berger of Ciclismo powered his way to an impressive victory in the State Time Trial Championships on the 23.25 mile course in Yutan Saturday. Berger's exceptional time of 49:57 (27.92 mph) bested his closest rival in the Mens 1/2/3, Cody McCullough of Powerade/IF by a minute and 45 seconds. Third place went to Justin Maresh of Team Kaos, with a time just 10 seconds slower than McCullough. Morgan Chaffin won the women's 1/2/3 in a time of 58:23, with Jana Vavra finishing second in 1:04:43. In the Men's Category 4, a tight race saw Lucas Marshall win with a time of 54:22, with Ashton Lambie of Kaos 19 seconds behind him, and Pete Duryea of host club Velo Veloce 26 seconds in arrears of Marshall. Brady Murphy of Midwest Cycling Community won the Men's Category 5 by 6 minutes in a time of 55:24, while Kim Carveth of Ciao Baby won the Women's Category 4 by almost 5 minutes in 1:04:18.

The conditions were excellent for the race, with temperatures at the start in the low 60s. A moderate north wind started kicking up a bit on the north-south out-and-back course, but with the excellent times, it did not seem to bother the riders very much.

Nebraska State Champions were crowned, including: Men Cat1/2/3: Berger; Women 1/2/3 Vavra; Men 4: Marshall; Men 5 Murphy; Women 4: Carveth; Men 45+: Duryea; Men 55+ Fred Galata (Velo Veloce); Junior Women: Simone Duryea (Velo Veloce); Junior Men: Conor Randleman (Velo Veloce).

fear the snake!

......Pete chases early.....Fred is coming on strong....the Naked Snake early in the morning!

Hiss! The Snake Strikes!

You gotta try it next year. The Snake Alley Criterium. Fred and I raced Master's 50+. Eight laps of hell. Two blocks up, including the Snake, with it's nasty 12%+ grades. And rough cobbles. Then, gasping for air at the top, begin hurtling down hill with several left and right high speed turns. A really great course. Fred placed 4th. I suffered in for 8th. 22 Master's 50+ riders with another 5 Master's 60+ starting with us. Some real beasts in the field, even tho a little long in the tooth.

I started up the first of eight Snake climbs in the wrong gear. Too much, but couldn't change gears for fear of snapping the chain. Alternated between sitting and standing for the climbs. Lost big time in the descents. Had Jodie (Fred's wife) and YMCA friend Lindsey taking pictures of the suffering. Lots of fans rooting us on. It felt as close to what you see at the top of mountain stages in the Euro tours, where fans reach real close to you and encourage you on. A riot.

Well worth the 5 hour trip and sleeping in the back of the old wagon....Bob Roll style! Can't wait till next year!!

NEBRASKA STATE TIME TRIAL CHAMPIONSHIPS!

Presented by: Velo Veloce Cycling Club and Xtreme Wheels

Saturday, June 13, 2009. Triathletes welcome! 1st rider starts at 9:30 AM

Category Entry Fee Places Prize List Cash & Prizes
Men Cat 1/2/3 $30 5 $210 $70 50 35 30 25
Men Cat 4 $25 3 $95 $40 30 25
Men Cat 5 $25 3 Medals, 1st merch
Women Cat 1, 2, 3 $25 3 $95 $40 30 25
Women Cat 4 $25 3 Medals, 1st merch
Juniors 14-18 $20 3 Medals, 1st merch
Juniors 10-13 $20 3 Medals, 1st merch

Notes: 1) If no Cat 3 is in the top five of the 1/2/3 race, the top cat 3 will receive a cash payout of $25
2) State Championship medals awarded for Men Master’s 45+ and 55+ categories
3) State Championship medals awarded only to NE residents with USA Cycling annual license

REGISTRATION: Pre-register online at sportsbaseonline.com
On site registration till 9 AM available, but add $5 to entry fee. Triathletes who present an annual USAT license will receive $5 discount on entry fee! 2008 Riders-of-the-Year (ROY) road winners for their category receive free entry.

LOCATION: Yutan, Nebraska. See Veterans Club, Yutan, NE google map.

Directions: Yutan Veteran's Country Club is located just south of Yutan on Yutan Road. Yutan is located about 50 miles northeast of Lincoln and 20 miles west of Omaha on HWY 92. We will have limited access the Country Club building for restrooms and registration.

Rules:
All USAC rules will apply.
All riders must wear ANSI-approved helmets.
Race director reserves the right to combine categories and alter race distances.
Riders must have USAC annual license or purchase 1-day license for each day of racing.
Current USAC license must be presented at check-in. 1-day race licenses will be available for purchase at race site ($10.00). USAC annual license holders not eligible for $5 triathlete discount.
Only annual license holders are eligible for medals.
Events will be held rain or shine.
Held under USAC Permit 2009-(pending)
Out of state racers welcome, but are not eligible for Nebraska championships.

Course The course will consist of a 22 mile out and back route starting just south of the Yutan Veteran's Country Club proceeding south on the Yutan Road towards Ashland. From the Yutan Road riders will curve into CR-J, then curve into CR-6, and then curve into CR-G, then curve into CR-4, then making a 180 degree turn just before HWY 66(63).The first fourth of the course starts with some small rolling hills near Yutan, the middle half of the course is flat with the final fourth of the course again rolling hills. Riders have a high probability of having the wind at their back on the return. The road surface is in good condition and has minimal traffic but there is NO shoulder and caution should be used. The course will not be closed, however law enforcement is aware of race activities. Course marshals will be stationed along the course for rider safety.

Contact information:
Peter Duryea, ph: 402 708-0405, e-mail pduryea at cox dot net
Randall Crist, ph: 402 391-7554, e-mail drcrist at cox dot net

Bring me my whipping, please

Oh, yeah. Wednesday nights mean one thing. Meet at the Trek Store by NFM and get ready to rumble. It was a spectacular day for riding. 75F, hardly any wind. All the guys who like to hammer met at the Trek Store for the 6 PM countdown to launch. You know, the usual offenders. From Velo Veloce we have Andy, Rusty, Gene and Pete. We pick up Fred en route. We are riding against the bicycling animals, who are out to eat us up and spit us out. Brady, Paul, Lucas, Bernardo, Matt, Jeff, Mark, Eric, Ryan and countless other road warriors. We probably had 25 riders last night, and not a fat dude amonst them (present company excluded).

First part is the easy jaunt up the Keystone. Had all the skateboard pansies make fun of us on the way by the skate park. What's up with that? Who looks more stupid? Us in our lycra or them with their jeans hanging half-way down their crack?

Once we get out to Irvington Road and head towards 108th Street Hill, the jockeying for position begins. Things are usually relatively slow there, until the first instigator makes a strong move. Last night, Ryan Feagan lit the fuse. Reaction! You either get on your horse and react or you get dropped. Everyone is fresh enough to make it to the Hwy 36 Stop sign pretty much intact, although the first heart-rate carnage of the night has begun.

Second stage to 72nd street on Hwy 36. Giant paceline last night, almost dangerous because of its size and being restricted to the shoulder in a long two-line peloton. Stayed up with leaders, but didn't try to win stage. Decided to save my bullets for later.

Third stage on Omaha Trace. This roller coaster road is so fun. The pain...I love it. High speed assault all the way. Caught Paul's wheel at the right time and attached myself to it like a booger to a wall. He made the move, I was on it. He pulled me almost to the stage win, but I couldn't power by him the last few yards. Bernardo appears out of nowhere and nips me for 2nd.

Fourth stage really doesn't begin until Surfside Hill. There is a fast paceline out on the flats. If you get off the back end, you're toast. Adios. But the real damage begins at the first part of Surfside. Beaucoup fracturing of the peloton begins there. I survived the intial carnage. Tried to recover enough for the upcoming second crush. Redlining over the top of the hill, I come through the human debris in 2nd place. No time to slow down and recover tho, you gotta go aero and smoke the downhill. Final total survivors were six, charging towards the stage win by the green Mormom Bridge. Screaming lungs and nuclear heart rate, but find Bernardo's wheel close to the end. Draft just long enough to recover for the final burst and hold on for the stage win. Teammate Fred is right behind. Not a bad showing for the old fogies.

Oh, the pain. But it is euphoric. Pain is my friend, I embrace it. Can't wait for next week. Can you?

Good representation at Swanson!

Holy moly! What a great reward for an old bull having finished a tuff race. Free Red Bull, courtesy of Libby, the Red Bull hoddie.
The Tedster, menacing with his Fu Manchu bar-room brawler look, leads the group.
Single-speedster Dave is chomping at the bit to hit it!

Summary: May 2, 2009, Swanson MTB race

Andy, Ted, Dave, Randy and Pete all competed at the first Psycowpath mountain bike race of the season at Swanson in Bellevue. It was a fast track, due to early week rain. No dust, just beautiful fast dirt. Now, if I could only learn how to take advantage of those fast conditions.

I raced Cat 3 Masters 45+ for the last time. I'm moving up to Cat. 2 for the rest of my MTB life. I look forward to getting routinely thrashed in Cat. 2, but I'll get more out of it. Anyway, I managed to ramble to a win in my race. I was hoping to keep up with the Cat 3 Open youngsters, but the first tough up and down caused the two riders in front of me to fall over. I had to bail out and run up the slope. Later, it happened again on the hill right past the pavement crossing. And I dropped a chain. Did a quick pit and got it back on OK, but that cost me 20 seconds or so.

Dave podiumed in the Singles-speed category. What kind of sicko does that race with only one gear? Go figure.

Andy grabbed 13th in the super-fast Cat 1 Experts race. Nice showing for a dude out laying on the beach in Hawaii the last two weeks.

Ted raced Cat 2 Open and finished 24th in a big field. He was definitely the scariest dude out there with his new Fu Manchu look.

Randy did the Marathon class and endured his way to a 4th place finish. He did 8 laps and finishe in 3 hours, 25 minutes. Crazzzy!!

Looking forward to this weekend's Platte River State Park romp. Hope I can find a sub to teach for me at the Y for Spinning on Saturday morning. If not, that hilly Noon race is going to be my demise. Bring it on.

El Guapo

Spring Fling

"CA-CHING": If you pay for it, you're definetely still going. Rolling out of sleepy Louisville on a chilly incline told me my immediate plan for this ride: make like a Kingsford charcoal briquette; "lights up fast, and burns longer". So I did. Route 66 was not a big deal like some song suggests so I just rolled with that. "DING!": The gentle curve spilled me down into South Bend; a quick as a wink spin with all the fun of a kid riding for the first time. I wished for the Ding Ding Man to bring me ice cream. Hello 310th Street, all speckled with hills and barns with huge quilt-like motifs capturing my creative side of the ride. "SING": Good eats at the first stop in Murdock and good company-2 Velo riders! You guys were an added inspiration to my day today sharing with me my passion! Getting a little chilled, so I headed out on my own again, visiting everyone I encountered, mostly on the hills. "CLING": Finally to Eagle as the cross-winds on the straightaway 4 mile flat took the rest of my toes. Warm was the food and OMG! PROCESSED MEAT on the grill. Do I eat it and warm my core but risk getting sick on a hill, or do I skip it and sniffel about it all the way back to that church with the graveyard? I ate it. I saw people's breath as they seemed to be talking in slow motion; time to move out again: they were clinging to the grill. "PING": Headwinds all the way back. Come on Mother Nature show me what you've got. The ping-ping sound of water bouncing off me became pelting sheets of water striking me(so this is rain). "STING": Now I've rode in the rain but this was a little more untamed. Tackling hills, against the wind, and now rain, yes, this is REAL life, embrace it! My eyeglasses were eyeball protectors. I nudged them down my nose and made a gap between them and my cap. The closer I was to Louisville, the harder it rained. "WING": Descending the last downhill rapidly- good time to check my breaking ability- yep it's there- GOGOGO! YEE-HAW! Umm, did I miss my turn in? "KING": Arriving at destination like a wet noodle, yet feeling like a burning briquette, I beamed through my warpaint(you know- snot) and wondered if there was any recovery food. Sure enough, the coals had jussst enough burning ability to grill one more batch of processed meat-the glorious hotdog. Thanks, Kingsford. Trivia: Q: What Tour De France team allows only it's own countrys nationality to be on its team? A: Spain's team Euskaltel-Euskadi 'Orange' you glad you know that?! Speed Queen

TwinBing Fling

Finally! The first race of the season. Here's a recap.

Troy, Gene and Pete journeyed north to the cycling mecca that is Climbing Hill, Iowa. Sioux City Velo resurrected this race. The actual town of Climbing Hill was so small, it didn't even register on Troy's GPS system. We drove right through it. After 5 miles or so, we figured that cluster of buildings was the town.

It was aptly names, tho, for the beastly hill to the west of town. You could see the monster taunting you from the start line, about a mile west out of town. Two-level devil; first part steep and the second part steeper. Finish line at the top, nacherly.

The "A" race (Cats 1,2,3) took off before us. The "B" race lined up with 72 starters. Fabulous, I tell you. And not just old geezers like me, but young bucks like Troy, Gene and 20 and 30 yr olds. Not many toads either. I was scrutinizing the racers as we all warmed up, hoping to find some fat dudes I could beat.

Race was 44 miles. Two laps around the country. Three times up the "Climbing Hill." I was determined to stay up front and not miss out on any serious breaks. Turns out there were never any serious attacks, rather it was a race of attrition. Gene had some mechanical issues with his new Tommasini-Campagnolo steed. Or maybe it was human error? Now that he has gear shifting to deal with? Troy hung tight until the second half of the 2nd lap. The pace up front was a hard, steady tempo, so Troy is just a whisker away from hanging up front the whole race.

Two fellas, one from USAF Academy (Justin) and one from Team Mob, seemed content to do most the pulling. I took a couple of turns at the front, but wanted to save energy for the finale. We turned the last corner about 7 miles to finish and I had a chance to look back and see the warriors behind me. I was surprised to see the 72 riders down to about 15. Support vehicles were right behind us, so I knew we had some decent gap on the folks who got spit out behind.

Resisted the urge to "time trial" in from about 5 miles away. Didn't think the strongmen up front would let me get away. But, I was feeling good and hadn't been pressed to this point. Stuck with the group until we hit the bottom of the 1/2 mile climb to the finish. That's where the serious attacks started. Matched all the guys trying to get away until it was down to me and Dan Ertz of the Bike Way. He was faster and took the prize. I was the first-place loser. Oh, well. Better luck next time.

We had a great time. Weather was un-beevable! Looking forward to more tiger-striped adventures soon. Thanks Troy and Gene for the fireworks. You guys are GRRRREAT! Namaste!

New personal worst!!

Yessir,
I've been waiting a long time to set this new personal worst record. Commuted today in -13F temps. It was brilliant, I tell you. An eerie ride, for sure. Started by bundling up, layer after layer. Had on leg warmers, then AmFib tights, then sweat pants. Two pairs of sox, shoes and overshoe booties. Five layers for the upper body. Green reflective vest. Hoodie, two balaclavas for the noggin, topped off with ski goggles, headlamp and my helmet. Walmart 100 pile $8 gloves. Ready for the 4mile commute. Only the tip of my snout was sticking out and my pie-hole to breath thru.

Ventured outside. Big clouds of vapor every time I exhaled. Turned on the blinkies, and MiNewt Niterider. Out into the cruel world. Going up the first big hill was weird. Just like a battery, I was feeling the extreme cold zap my energy. Took longer to recover too once it leveled out. I had a route planned where if I blew a tire I wouldn't be too far from shelter. 24 hour laundromat, QT gas station, Kum and Go, St. Joes Hospital, dry cleaners, Pettits Pastry and 4 miles later, the Zorinsky Federal Building. Voila! Made it. Should have seen all the dubious looks I got walking my bike in. If the guards didn't know me already, they would have suspected some armed robber or terrorist.

Of course, I still had to make it home at 4 PM. By then it was a balmy 1F outside. I guess the next benchmark will be -20F. I got the negative double digits goal out of the way. It might be a while before we see -20's tho. Looking forward to the projected 40F's. I'll be riding in short sleeves!

El Guapo

extreme weather training

Hey y'all,

I rode today (1/11/09) from Scooter's. Waited for other fools to show up, but none did. I rode my cross bike and knobbies from home to Scooters. A little wet. Then Scooter's to 60th Street and north. The street wasn't bad, but the brutal hills and the 23 rear cog didn't help. Headed east to Ponca road. Good shape. Then south on 36th Street. Need the hills to prep for Horribly Hilly Hundreds (june) and the Triple Bypass (july) rides.

Under Mormon Bridge and by airport to Kerry Pedestrian Bridge and over to Iowa. Then back to Old Market. Came home on hilly California Street. Probably 25 miles or so. When I left temp was 29F, when I got home it was 31F. So much for forecast highs of 35-40 degrees.

I got in much-needed high-tempo ride. Snow predicted again for tomorrow.

New Year's resolution is to eat less, work out more. Gonna cut back on heavy lifting now, start dropping weight to get to 180ish by March. Need to get to fighting weight of 175 by race season. Hit high of 189 during this offseason. New Year's resolution is working so far....down to 182 this morning.

Give me a holler anytime you wanna ride. We will set up a team meeting soon. If you would like to come to one of my spinning classes (Saturday 8 AM at S/SW YMCA 132nd and Center OR Wednesday evening 615 PM at Maple YMCA 75th and Maple St.). I'll line you up with a guest pass. Classes last 45 minutes. I'm also contemplating doing the indoor Trek trainer classes as advertised on Nebraska Cycling News.