Since RR3, I’ve been riding the roadie every chance I’ve had, in preparation for Tour de Scottsdale. I got talked into that by Dirtrodr and Dgangi – Chris cause he was setting up a goal to get us through summer and our roadie spell, and Doug cause he said it was a great fast course with fun perks.
Roadieing all the time sucks.
boring, dull, lonely, monotonous, exhausting, fatigueing, taxing and at times soul-draining – grinding uphill upwind for 10 miles by yourself just sucks. I’m not getting sponsored to win the Tour De France, I just want to have fun!
But I don’t want to suck. Sucking sucks. So my last 3 weeks have been about 3 trips to the
The cleaning happened right after RR3, part of a 4 hour cleaning fest on all my rides. I cleaned, tuned and bb’d the Heckler, and just generally hugged and touched it after yet another massive weekend of fun. I totally cleaned, tuned, and bb’d the roadie, hugged and touched it in expectation of the next few weeks together. and I cleaned the Blur, tweaked the pedals, and installed a new seat. But I did not hug or touch it, it needs work, and is in a transitional phase.. It should not take this personally, its time will come, and it has been boss kitty for 4 years running. It needs to accept this rotation to the rear with grace. Beckie said recently that it looked sad that it was no longer stored in the stand. If only it knew how much money I was preparing to put into it, and how slim and tight it would soon be. The seat upgrade was step 1. as I learned, this is a great way to drop an easy quarter pound for just a few bucks more. the Blur’s seat was beat to shit. It was torn on every surface, and had lost a gob of foam so a nail was poking me in the ass. The new seat felt good, but there are so many tweaks to getting the seat right…5 rides later I still don’t know if its quite right, but it does feel good now on my taint.
Meanwhile, every other moment for 3 weeks was on the roadie. Its weird dialing into the road bike so hard after riding so much tech-n-bump the month before. You think you are good and can throw your bike around, then suddenly you need to scratch it uphill and forward without backing off for a second. Your whole stroke, and your smooth stroke, and your steady stroke all combine to make your power stroke laughable. Pointing down a chute is irrelevant to screaming through a corner at over 20 mph. I felt like I was just beating my head against a wall – every chance I could ride, slower times, alone, and no rhythm cause we were in Rocky Point and
I was burned, so very burned. About when I was ready to just get pissed off and eat cheese and Doritos, I got plugged into a big underground race\scavenger hunt\epic ride in
I usually avoid National before big races cause who wants the bruises before 3 hours without a break in the saddle. but I was not afraid. This goes back to the Blur, and owes it to the Blur, but was made gospel by the Heckler. I’ve hit the Waterfall 4 times now on the Heckler, and I am not afraid. I am humble, but I am not afraid.
Up Mormon, and I got the hill for the 2nd time out of 3 on the Heckler, after maybe 3 times out of 50 on the Blur. Good times. I held my own climbing, and was not so far off on the downs. Those guys showed me some cool new lines down some freeride stuff, and I had a smile on my face the whole next day because of it.
Last ride before the race I was still giddy from the freeriding, and happy that finally I did not have to hammer, and my last ride round the Lake and Usery was 2:23 for a full 4 minute drop, and could just ride and enjoy the hills and
Beckie, G and I headed out to the Pima\Dynamite area for the packet pickup. It was held in shwanky
Saturday I took care of myself, a yoga class and easy workout, no drinking, lots of pasta, lots of hydration. Early to bed. Going back to ultimate, I have always figured if you’re doing something, and have trained for, don’t be a loser…give your body the best shot you can.
Arrived at 6 on Sunday and felt good. The organization continued to be excellent, I saw some friends and also a few old Frisbee buds. As small and shameful as it sounds, I really wanted to have a better day than my fris friends. Biking is not as in-your-face hierarchical as Ultimate, but in disc its impossible to think of a guy without thinking about how you match up on him since its all about matchups. Part of the reason its always made me more agro than riding, and why I am so much more at ease with the biking scene. But disc was taken from me, or maybe I gave it away…whatever…I WAS good and will always think of myself as good, and its hard to handle these interpersonal encounters sometimes with guys who have surpassed me…really, its all me. I’m a small petty man. but i did kick their asses.
Back to the line up, and it was time to roll. I was about 10 yards from the front, and jumped at the gun so the surge didn’t get me. But the controlled start was awkward for the pack, and the first few miles were sprint\brake\sprint\brake and very stressful.
Doug had given me some good ideas for strategy for the race, and my first goal was to make it past the surge down
Down
After topping out on Dynamite, we dove down 9 mile hill. I was hitting my brakes way more than I though I should…I just expected the pack to take off. I couldn’t quite see the front and thought maybe the lead SAG car was holding us back. But I think the power of the pack just made it so easy to draft – when I pulled out of the pack I simply could not get over 35 into the wind, but in the pack i was brake tapping constantly. On we went through Fountain Hills, rolling up on 50 miles, and I was still with the lead group.
The pack broke up quickly going up the ~2 mile hill on Shea. I expected this would happen, and expected to get dropped, so I just settled into an aggressive climbing pace but one I felt I could sustain. I passed some people, and finally for the first time in 2 hrs turn around and looked over my shoulder. There were scattered riders behind, and scattered in front. For the next 5 miles, it was a sorting-out where I tried to jump into the fastest line I could, but had no idea what everyone else was doing. The line didn’t exactly work together – our rotation was more like a time trial which was plenty fast but didn’t seem very helpful. I just tried to hang on to whomever I could, and before too long we were down to 3. I was faster than the other 2 on the climbs, and almost dropped them on the last rolly section. But I figured it would be better for me to pull them and get breaks than to leave them. We scooped up about 5 other riders, and our little group seemed fresher than these stragglers whom I recognized from the lead pack. Onward we pushed, til finally I saw the finish line about a quarter mile ahead. I was pulling, and knew the other 2 would jump me, and sure enough they did. Whatever. The strategy worked for me and my time, and I would have done the same to them. In the end I did 2:54 and took 42nd overall out of over 500 dudes.
now back on the dirt!