When the Going Gets Tough

And Then…… Tulsa Tough. This race started 3 years ago as a brain child of some very creative guys with a passion for racing. It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite races. I would say, at this point it has surpassed the Quad Cities Races in about every facet of the races. Better riders, bigger atmosphere, harder courses, faster races and bigger and better venues. Again, that’s overall. I’m going to hedge my bet though and say Snake Alley is one of the top 5 races in the country. I can do that, because this is my blog and I get to say whatever I want.

Day 1: Blue Dome District.

I’m not really sure why I chose to do the Men 1,2 race vs. the P,1 race. It was an amalgom of reasons really. I wanted help the younger/ newer guys on the team. We’ve got some good kids on the team that are on the cusp of becoming some tough as nails riders. Reality. With Toyota United bringing 9 guys, is it really realistic that I could walk away with any prize $$$$$? Maybe, but maybe not. BUT there is $75,000 up for grabs and it’s not mathematically possible for Toyota to take it all. But I digress….

50 minutes, 90 riders, good $, 830pm start, fast course. We had a team meeting with myself, Joe, Nick, and Chris before the race and discussed some strategy. We all had radios so we should use them. And I tried to stress the importance of getting in moves as they form, vs. bridging to them. I started in the back, again. I really am starting to like the moving up process. We missed some moves, made some moves. I bridged to a move that I thought was good. I thought that was it and we were going to ride to the line. But again, it was not to be. We were caught and I allowed myself to shuffle back too far. In the end I was so pathetically out of position that I finished well out of the money. Chris scored a 16^th though, sneaking into the paying places.

I think our biggest deficit this evening was our inability to hook up early on prime laps. But this is a relatively inexperienced squad so that comes with the process. But the horsepower is there to do some good things.

Day 2: Brady District.

As we’re sitting at the Blue Moon Bakery eating breakfast with the Mercy Men, we look up and notice that the sky is pitch black, which is bad because it’s 1030am. Apparently there was a rather substantial MONSOON heading our way. We scarfed our breakfast, jumped on our bikes and high tailed it back to the host house. Well, at least we high tailed it as much as you can with a belly full of coffee and breakfast. Some pictures:

Again I raced the Men 1,2 race. This time we did a much better job of riding into breaks and maintaining position. I think it’s better for the young guys when the two rock solid vets, Bill Stolte and Steve Tilford aren’t around to rely on. It makes myself and the other guys do it themselves. My belief is that if they can do it without Steve and Bill, then when those two are there, everyone is much more effective.

Everyone did a good job of covering moves and staying in position. I made a true tough man move on a $100 prime lap and rode across to a break away, then through the break to win the $100. However, the officials wrote the incorrect number and thus I was not the recipient of my $100. Depressing. Then later three guys roll off the front and we’re racing for 4^th. I placed between 20-25^th after practicing up on my “crash avoidance” skills. Not bad, but definitely not good. Joe placed 20^th, which was the best place on the team.

Men P, 1. Some comments….

It’s no doubt that Toyota United is the best team in the country and it’s no surprise that they should and could win every race. But there's good winners, and a-hole winners. First, this was the only pro team in the race. And by team, I mean a full 9 Man squad. Second, their sponsor quit on them, meaning they no longer have an obligation to Toyota to race the big races. But it also means that they're all jobless as of Jan 1, 2009 and may be collecting unemployment checks. This means that they're all ready to go race for the $$. And race for $$ they did. I'm guessing they took home ~$57000 of the $75000 prize purse. Wow. Now, none of this is so much a problem until.....

Early in the Brady District Crit, Toyota had the horsepower in a break with 4 guys. Then along comes Cole House who makes a ridiculous move to bridge across to the break. Normally, the 4 will let the 1 stay there as a gesture of good will. But not today. Cole was told to leave the break and return to the field. When he declined the invitation, Toyota made it happen.

Next, the Mercy Cycling Team did the same move in a brilliant move that saw the entire team drill it on the front so that Chad Cagle could bridge across. Once he got there, it was the same thing. These guys wouldn't let Chad ride! Not only is the Mercy team the local Heros, BUT (I'm going to use big font now) Chad picked the Toyota guys up at the airport!!!!!!! How's that for a "Thank You?!!" I guess favors are only returned to other "Pro" riders.... You know, there comes a time when that sort of thing comes back to you. For some, it'll be Jan 1. For others... who knows. On a "karma" note, the crowd did pick up on the whole thing and actually started boo-ing the Toyota guys! Awesome.

So why did they do those un-cool maneuvers? Because, Toyota wanted 1-4 (break away) and they wanted as many money spots from the field sprint as they could get. Remember, they're on a Mission for Money.

Day 3.
I decided to "man up" as Matt Ankney puts it, and race the P,1 race. This race is basically, okay it's really hard. Big uphill downhill, uphill, turn, downhill hairpin corner finish line, then back to the big uphill. Oh, and it's hot. But that's good for me. Right?

80 minutes. Okay, here we go! Just as I suspected. It was hard. But I managed to make the "winning move" with 3 Toyota riders, Adam Bergman, and a couple others. I thought to myself, surely they'll let me stay on today after getting all that grief yesterday. Nope, i got taken off the back on the hill and dropped after about two laps. Then I coasted for nearly a whole lap before I saw the field behind me.

You know the worse part of being dropped from The Move isn't the getting dropped and being demoralized as an individual. The worse part was facing my team mates and having to acknowledge to them that, "yup, I sucked and couldn't hack it." It's humbling to get dropped, but I was down right ashamed to go back and see the team. I actually thought about quitting before the field caught me.

But I didn't. And I ended up in another move that didn't work out. then I was ruined and decided I was just going to finish. In the end I was so tired, I couldn't move up or really dream of trying to sprint.

The best part of the race, and the weekend was the party on the hill! You turn the corner and you're in a tunnel of noise and a maze or water guns! These guys had a sound system going, and the smell of beer was exactly what a tired bike racer needed to prompt a DNF! Afterwards I talked a couple of guys who said they were going to put a line on the road and have "Hill Primes" next year. Totally un-related to the race down below. Just their own thing. I can't wait!

So that's the year of Tulsa Tough. My only sticking point is that the race either needs to have multiple Pro teams so that the sour feelings of Toyota don't recur. Or they need to make it a UCI amateur race. I vote the latter. But that's just me.

Snakes, Speedbumps, Snowfencing

I'm starting to find that the best place for me to update this blog is when I'm on the road. When I'm home there's always something going on that distracts me from finishing a post. I've raced mostly non-stop since the Joe Martin Stage Race. And Then Tour of Arkansas, And Then all the Quad Cities races over Memorial Day weekend. And Then the Tulsa Tough Races.

Snake Alley Criterium:


For all the times I've done this race, it's always been epic. Of the 100 or so starters, everyone has a story to tell of something that happened to them and only them. For anyone who has never been there, click here.

The hard part is the uphill, but the fun/ scary part is the downhill. Downtown roads, 3 off camber corners, and if you do it right, 38-42mph. I found myself at the back of the front group 0f 35-40 early in the race. From there, you can see and experience the carnage. This large group basically exploded. Guys ride up the snake, only to pull off the course and puke or hang on their handlebars in defeat. Others drop chains, blow tires, or just blow up.

The beginning 15 laps were spent just riding hard and positioning myself to do well. Get in a group, jump to the next group. Ride so hard you're cross eyed. Rest on the downhill. Repeat.

With about 4-5 laps to go, Myself, Shadd, and Derek are in a small group sprinting for 9th place. I've always dreamed of a Top 10 placing in this race for myself, but results for the team are equally important. With 3 laps to go, Shadd takes a flyer as I keep the rest of our group from giving chase. Nearly works, but alas, Sean Bradley (Current US Amateur Road Champion) nails back the move and we're left to "field sprint" for 9th. In a group like this, with the team mates I have I decided to lead out the sprint starting on the Snake. Ride up it hard, bomb the downhill and hit it full gas until Shadd or Derek come around. It works and Derek ends up finishing 9th myself 15th and Shadd 16th. Not bad. A little bittersweet for me, but not bad for the team.

Melon City Criterium:
Uphill, hairpin, straight, turn, downhill, Speedbump, Uphill. That's pretty much how the whole race went. We didn't go that fast and everyone was still falling apart in the heat. I can't wait until Tulsa (I'm here now but play along). I was in one good move of 12 with Steve and Shadd making us with 3 of 12 which is great odds for us. But that one didn't work, mostly because of my apparent hearing problem. In the end I started flailing with about 3 laps to go. I just couldn't get up the hill. I thought: Is my wheel out of true, are my tires flat, are my brakes on? Nope. I was just sucking. Maybe it's just the racing the last few weeks. Maybe I just sucked. Both are entirely possible.

Rock Island Criterium: (Adam 4- Rock Island 5)
I've started this race 9 times and have crashed out of it 5 times, with 2 hospital visits. Needless to say, this isn't really one of my favorite races.

I started in the back, again. I kind of like starting in the back now. It makes you move up and it's not really that hard to do so why not?

I covered a few moves, but wasn't really in position very often. I'm not really sure why. Maybe I'm a bit gun shy, maybe it was an off day. I never really was gassed, just not really in the moment. In the end, when it got dicey, I made the decision that I just wanted to finish the race and that's exactly what I did. Drift to the back and ride in. It's strange. I was happy to finish and not fall down, again. But on the other hand, I shouldn't be happy to just finish. Maybe next year, I can make it to the 50% mark. Here's some footage of the sprint:
The Finish.

Raccoon Eyes and an Airline Pilot

Tuesday afternoon I get a phone call from the one and only Bill Marshall. The Mercy Elite Cycling Team was a rider short and I was on the short list of guys who might be able to fill in. All I had to do was get to KC and jump in the car on Wednesday evening. 24 hours later I was in the Honda and heading back to Arkansas to do another 4 day stage race: The Tour of Arkansas. This time on a different team. This would make 8 days of racing out of 11. Time to get “fit.”

The Team, and Crew.

Me chilling out before stage 1. Note the TEAM VAN!

Bill Marshall everyone, Bill Marshall.

Stephan Rothe, Alex Welch, Bill Marshall, Kolt Bates (Devo rider who earned his stripes this week- if you ask me), David Sojo (The Spaniard) with a guest appearance by Adam Mills.

The Mercy Devo Squad was represented by: Scott Barnes, Justin Jackson, Brooks Branhan.

Brice Jones (Team Director), Rob Engels (soigner- sp?), Catherine Walker (not sure what designation she gets, but this girl kicks ASS!).

For anyone who has never had a Team Director on a radio in a race, it's a definite luxury. Someone to call out the turns, tell you time splits, etc. Brice is one of the best I've ever had the luxury to work with. And on the radio he's never anxious or irritated. In fact he sounds like an airline pilot! The first time I heard him, I thought, "should I fasten my seatbelt? What's our cruising altitude?"

Stage One. Saw- teeth and Tricycles.

10, 592 feet of climbing over 110 miles in the Boston Mountains. We rode through the Ozark National Forrest. The only flat parts of the race were the first 14 miles of Neutral and the last 6 miles of run in to the finish. Everything else was….. up or down. But mostly up.

Mile 0.50. Bill Marshall has a mechanical which requires him to change bikes. The neutral support gives him a bike that’s a size or two too small, with a seat that’s too low. Basically, he felt like he was riding a Big Wheel.

However, it was better than the alternative, which was to go sit in the car for 4 days. Just a reminder that your bike is the best bike you can ride, because it’s yours.

Back to the race. There were three big climbs that could split the peloton, then it rolled, and rolled and rolled. Side note: Rollers in the Boston Mountains are anything under 2k long. If they’re steep, they get a different name. I made it up the first two climbs okay. Usually, I’d be on the back of the front group. Good timing and good tactics to start in the front and end in the back of the front group. On the third climb, I wasn’t as far in the front as I would have liked, and by the top, I was about 10-15 seconds off the pace with 6 other guys. We chased for a while but couldn’t quite close the gap. More guys came up from behind and then there I was, in the second group.

The second group grew to about 60 guys or so and everyone was yelling for each other to pull. I worked for a while to try and minimize the “damage” before stopping. Who was up the road? Two Mercy guys, Stephan and Alex along with the strongest 29 guys in the race. We weren’t going to catch them unless everyone cooperated. So, I sat in and finished 10 minutes back of the front group.

Warning: Soap Box Moment.

Almost Guy

I’m getting a little sick of being the “Almost” guy. I guess it’s my calling in life. I almost got a top 10 finish at Lago Vista RR in Texas, almost got 2^nd by winning the sprint in the second group in Hell’s Kitchen, almost made the break in Flint Ridge, almost made a break stick in Joe Martin and almost made the break in the Joe Martin criterium. Oh, and let’s not even talk about all the crap in the “real world” which ultimately is probably more important than bike racing. Almost. I’m getting a little sick of it. I’m stepping off my soapbox now.

MexiCAN!

I told the men about the Mexican’t food I endured last week and everyone agreed that I should rectify the situation. La Huerta.

The outdoor facade.

The Front Door:

The Menu:

The MexiCAN food!

Day Two: Huff and puff and get the hell up Nebo.

Discussing the strategy for the day:

Again, note the TEAM VAN!

The day started out with another neutral roll out. I’m becoming a fan of these as they give you a chance to spin out the legs a bit. Brice wanted some of us to look for the early breaks since we had a bit of a leash. Okay, we had a really long leash. Look for the early break I did. Something about being in a move with the fastest guys in the country makes me say, “Momma, I’m goin’ fast!”

But alas, we missed a nine man move. CRAP! The result, Kolt, myself and Matt were called to the front to chase with the Toshiba team to chase back the move. I hate chasing and I promised myself that once this move came back, I wasn’t going to let this team get in that situation anymore. The next 7 moves I was in. Oh, and it hurt. But I figured it was better to waste one guy than to spend 3 to chase. It worked and we hit Nebo Groupo Compacto- which I guess means everyone together.

Myself, Kolt and Matt were there to get Stephan and Alex to the base of the Mt. Nebo in the front. And that's just what we did; Kept them sheltered and out of the wind so they could go up Nebo "fresh." For anyone who hasn't ridden Nebo, it's 20% for 2.5 miles or something ridiculous. I'm not even really sure how they get asphalt to stick to the hill. But it's steep. I had the pleasure of riding with the one and only Brad Huff all the way up the hill. That's the one way to make a very unpleasant tolerable. I'm not really sure why some guys decided to race the hill flat out. No one was putting 10 minutes on the front 30 guys and the race only pays 20 deep. There's really no difference between 31st place and 64th place (which is where I was!).

Ben Dover! Seriously?

Ahh, Arkansas....

Day Three: Mount Magazine.

Yet another mountain top finish. With the stage being mostly flat with just a few "stingers," as Brice calls them, in the beginning. It's amazing. Brice is calmly talking us through the "stingers" as I'm slogging my way up them at 25mph! WTF? I'm not warmed up, breathing through my eyeballs and here's that calm pilot voice, "just about 300m more and then you're going downhill for about 4 more miles." Or it says, "on left you'll see a PT Cruiser, with flames."

With Alex in an early break, far off the front, the rest of the team put themselves to the task of keeping Stephan out of the wind and relatively stress free for the entire stage. This meant that we spent all day, in the wind and in formation while Team Type 1 put everyone in the gutter for 85 miles. At the bottom of the mountain, we hand the baton to Stephan to do his thing. At the end of the day, David finished 0:40 behind the leader and Stephan was a bit off the pace. I was thankful that the day was over.

Stage 4: Van Buren Criterium.

HARD! FAST! I got a bit complacent and was "satisfied" with my spot in 50th place or so. I should have concentrated on moving up, but I didn't. In the end, I got shelled about 45 minutes into the thing, which is probably where I deserved to be. It was a pretty novice mistake to make and I have no idea why I did it other than, brain fart.

Now, I'm home for a few days until Memorial Day. Then, ROAD TRIP!

Joe Martin Stage Race and Mexican’t

For the next few weeks, starting the weekend of May 10^th I’m going to be on the road lots. Lots. It’s weird because when I’m home, it’s a mad panic to get ready to go race again. Then when I’m on the road, it’s relaxing. As far as stress goes, racing is much easier than being a job holding home owner. The next weeks including last week: Joe Martin Stage Race, Tour of Arkansas, Quad Cities (or TX racing), Tulsa Tough, Tour of Winghaven, REST WEEK, Nature Valley Stage Race. I guess I’ll be “fit” then…. Or totally nuked for the remainder of 2008. Okay, HERE WE GO!

Team Car and Gas Mileage. We put the roof rack on the Saab for this trip. 4 bikes, 3 wheels and 4 riders all crammed in the car. It was a true, "Team Car." But the gas mileage is crap. 33 normally. 20 with all the crap on top.

Joe Martin Stage Race?

For anyone that hasn’t done this race. The Men 1,2 race is much more fun than the Pro, 1 race. The Pros are just that, Pros and the races are way too controlled for my liking. The guys have it down to a science. Effectively, they eliminate the road stages and make the race a 2.5 mile uphill Time Trial, with a super hard criterium to finish the General Classification on Sunday. The road stages aren’t hard enough to break the Pro field up and thus they are destined to be field sprints (aka: boring until the last 12 miles). Oh well, I’m not in that one!

I’m in the 1,2 race! It’s totally a free for all. No team is really strong enough to control the race and the premium is placed on your ability to race.

First thing is first. Never, ever, ever, ever travel to Arkansas without having your camera at the ready at all times. Ever. AR is just too entertaining to forget a camera. I saw it all…..

For starters, our Hotel. Really nice hotel. Really new hotel. I mean, new. We unwrapped the sheets from plastic wrap when we got them. And, there was only about 5 cars outside each night. Perhaps NW Arkansas has overbuilt just a bit....

Don't forget about the typical AR stuff. Pick up truck with 7 kids in the bed. I seriously saw it. Seriously.

The squad: Bill, Nick, Adam, Joe. Some call it the B Squad. Screw you guys. We rock our faces off!

Uphill TT:

It seems that no matter how light you are and how light your bike is, everything is too heavy in an uphill TT. Blah. Did I mention that I hate TT’s? Well, I do. Results: Nick- top 10, Joe- top 13, Bill- Top 20, Adam- 33^rd or something. Not great, but not bad. It seems that Nick and Joe’s times were a bit surprising to everyone except the team. I knew they could do it. Good ride men.

Stage 2: 110 miles, Mount Gaylor.

By and large this stage was hard, but not ludicrous. Ian, from Nebraska, got away with 30 miles to go and ended up winning by 45 seconds. Solo. Awesome ride. I was in a break from mile 92- 109.76. We got caught about 3 blocks from the finish line. Too bad we had to go uphill to the finish. I lost about a minute and was totally blown. But I gave it a try. If there would have been a “Team Classification” we would have won it on this day. HRRC was the only team with a full contingent of riders.

Stage 3: 95 miles, Hilly.

This one ended up being a Field Sprint with one Lone Star off the front winning by 15 seconds. Carlos Vargas is indeed back in form with his 20 mile solo effort at the end of the race.

Mexican’t Food!

Rules:

The following is an algorithm for choosing a Mexican Restaurant when you’re staying at a hotel in a strange city. And also how we violate all those rules. It’s a wonder no one died.

1. Under no circumstances will the hotel restaurant be good. Never have I eaten in the hotel and been satisfied. Don’t even consider eating the Mexican food at a hotel. EVER.

2. ALL Mexican restaurants must have some sort of Latin or Spanish name. If not, don’t even walk in the door. “Glasgow’s” does not count. But we went in anyway.

3. It’s preferred that the motif of the establishment be updated. Not necessary, but it does inspire confidence. “remodeled” 1960’s motif ain’t cuttin it.

4. Mexican restaurants have latino employees. Not Old Fat Ladys. If no one speaks Spanish, walk out the door. Glasgow’s= Old Fat Ladys.

5. The menu will be all Mexican food with a hint of American for all the lame- O’s who are too scared to eat some good food. Glasgow’s= 1 page “Mexican,” 5 pages other crap.

6. Mexican restaurants DO serve margaritas. If you can’t buy a Margarita then you’re not at a Mexican place. Hell, at least beer! Glasgows= no liquor on the menu.

So, there I was…. Eating Chips and canned salsa waiting for our “Mexican” food. What came out was, amazing. Never have I seen a bunch of Mexican food that was so tasteless, so bad, so lame. Basically, all it did was give me a stomach ache and gas. Our team, affectionately called the food, Mexican’t Food. It was…. Horrible.

Desert.

It was unanimous that we needed some good desert after that experience so we headed over to the local Braums. Now, I’m not really sure just what in the devil the interior designer was thinking because it was a new store but when you walk in; BAM! You’re in 1986 hanging out with Doc Brown and Marty McFly. Seriously! The pictures, the styles, the product. Just everything. It was weird.

But the best part was the bathroom! Who would have ever thought of making the exterior walls of a bathroom out of windows? Ahh, Arkansas! Sure, they were tinted, but were they THAT tinted?

I wish I would have had a camera. Priceless.

Stage 4: Criterium. Really freaking hard criterium.

I’ve done this stage a few times and never once finished it. I guess I’ve just needed a few years to hone my criterium skills. This race is HARD! You’re either screaming through an off camber corner, sprinting on the flats, or sprinting up a hill. Ouch.

The first split happens nearly immediately and Bill and Nick are in front of it. I’m getting ready to ride across the gap when I hear, “Joe’s behind the split” on the radio. Bad news for the Away team. I drift back for Joe, then make a stellar move to leap- frog him across the gap. He gets there and I thought it was over, but it’s not. The back part of the split suddenly motivate and pull it all back together.

Next is a few really hard moves consecutively that Bill covered. Three hard moves and Bill covers them all. This course is difficult to the point where it’s almost too easy to overextend yourself and covering three moves will do that. The way this criterium works is that you’re either “on” you you’re dropped. Bill was “on.” For sure! He covered three serious moves in a row. Then was blown as fourth attack came and he went out the back. I consider that my fault as much as anyone’s. If I could have been in position to cover any of those moves, then Bill could have sat in and not blown.

In the end, a group of 8 got away and we were riding for 9^th place and to not lose too much time. We protected the position of Nick and Joe. Both got some upgrade points and I got into the top 20… barely.

The McFlurry Incident, Part Trios

Dinner at the Mexican place, Saturday night. All I have to say about this is that the place had great food, which was odd because the building had a gaudy amount of neon signs. But it did meet all the requirements of a Mexican restaurant and passed all the levels of defense against crappy Mexican (I'm alluding here but you'll have to read the next post to understand, mu-hahahahah).

Iowa City, Old Capital Criterium April 27

This would be the main event of the weekend. $2500. Fast and furious. I admit, I spent the first 4 laps or so remembering how to turn a corner fast. Bill was on fire. Racing how you race a criterium by covering moves and not drifting too far back. But the attacks keep coming. We try to cover everything, and go for some primes.

Speaking of primes. Why would you offer a prime of a gift certificate that expires that day, to a store that closed before the race ended? How does that work?

Moving along with the race.....

The race can be broken down into a few defining moments.
#1. I had to relearn how to go around corners fast. That took 3-4 laps. Got it.
#2. Primes. I already ranted a bit earlier. But is what makes it even better is this: At the P,1,2 level the riders will listen to the announcer and learn what the prime is, then decide if it's worth sprinting for. The basic rules: >$20= usually, >$50= yup, merchandise= depends on what it is, schwag= usually no- there's a reason it's not called "product," gift certificates= Never- when are we going to go shopping in the town?
#3. The moves. Again, Bill was on fire. He covered more than his fair share of moves. The nuances of criteriums are countless, but it's important to stay, "in play." Bill nearly always does that. The rest of us didn't and the result...
#4. The move. Two guys away, Dierking rides up to them and like a flash, they were gone. Now we're racing for 4th.
#5. Last Lap. Two guys drifted off the front and nearly caught them. But alas. It didn't happen. Shadd placed 7th, everyone got in the paying places and I scored a 16th despite throwing my chain off through the last corner.

Not the best, but not the worst either.

Finally. Drumroll please...

The McFlurry Incident

I should start this at the beginning. First. We finished the Old Capital City Criterium and tried to use our expiring that day gift certificates. The outdoor store, closed. But the restaurant was open so we ate some food. Not really the best food, but we had to use the gift certificate right?

On the way home we made a decision that we would stop and eat ice cream at the first DQ we came across. Sounds simple right? NO!!! Traveler beware. If you are traveling from Iowa City to Kansas City, there is not one single Dairy Queen "just off" the highway until you get to mile marker 92 in Missouri. Not a single one. I know, I know you don't believe me do you? Well....... Click HERE!

So, there we were..... it was getting late and STILL no DQ to be found. Gawd! What to do? Okay, McDonald's. Crap. It's not the same, but we can get a McFlurry or something right?

Well, it's not so easy.....

Shadd and Joe walk up to the McDonalds counter and order a McFlurry. Now the picture is important so use the link. Got it?

Mind you, Shadd is about ready to eat a baby and Joe is craving ice cream.

Joe: I'd like a regular McFlurry.
McD manager: We don't have those.
Shadd: ExCUSE me? What do you mean you don't have those?

At the time, there were about 3 employees making McFlurrys behind the nerdy McD's manager, and they were ALL making McFlurrys!

McD: Yes, sir. We do not have the ability to make McFlurys today.
Shadd: What the hell are those guys making behind you?!
McD: Sir, those are not McFlurys.
Shadd: What the hell are you..
Joe: I would like to order a regular sized chocolate McFlury.
McD: yes sir, coming right up.
Shadd: I would also like a large, chocolate McFlury.
McD: Yes sir, coming right up!

The guy makes a Chocolate McFlury for Joe and Shadd. The only thing is that I'm not so sure he ever realized you could make a McFlury with chocolate. His one track mind was stuck on vanilla ice cream.

Then Bill and I walk up to the counter. Shadd's got this cheesy grin on his face as he says, "you guys are in for a treat." Bill and I think Shadd's out of his mind.

Anyways, Shadd goes to Men's room, Joe stays to watch the comedy and Bill orders. Mind you, Bill and I are completely unaware of what transpired just a few moments before.

Bill: I'd like a Chocolate McFlury. (Bill blindly ordered the proper way for this joker to underdstand).
McD: Yes sir. I'll get right away.

Joe is bummed. Not what he expected.

Adam: I'll have a regular McFlury.
McD: Sir, we don't have those today.

WHAT THE FUCK!? I have three team mates with McFlurys in their hands and this yahoo tells me that I can't have one. I don't understand. Joe leaves. He's laughing so hard, he can't fake it anymore. He runs into the Men's room and tells Shadd. I can sort of hear laughing from the bathroom. Turns out Shadd is laughing so hard he's pissing all over the walls.

Adam: I'll have a chocolate McFlury.

So there you have it. Proabably the most asinine McDonalds episode I've ever been part of.

The McFlurry Incident, Part Duex

I know, I know. I've gotten some, "where the hell is the rest of the story?" questions. For all ya'll...

Okay, here WE GO!

Iowa City RR

The Road Race is a bit south and west of Iowa City. The race flyer directions say to take I-80 into Iowa City and back track on IA-1 or something of the sort. However, our New Plan had us heeding the rules of the road. Oh yeah, that also meant that we were, indeed, running late. Luckily though the New Plan only was in place for the interstate highways. It has yet to be rolled out for the back roads. Which meant...... The Old Plan.

Yes, once we got off the highway, we were indeed back to hauling ass! Woo Hoo! So we take a couple hot routes through some corners, hit the gas a few times and made up some time in the Team Car. Pull into the race, 46 minutes to sign in, assemble bikes, dress and line up. Ready, GO!

Wind. It was windy! I don't mean Kansas wind. Note: Kansas operates by the BWF (Base Wind Factor- Ben Coles). This implies that 10mph sustained winds are the "Base Wind" for KS. So... a "wind" of 8mph actually is equivalent to 18mph sustained winds for anyone not of Midwest origin. Now that we've had the background...

The winds were sustained 25-30mph in KS terms (yeah, get your Math on!). So, that means, as Shadd puts it, "This wind is so strong, by the time we're done racing there won't be any paint left on our bikes." HA! I didn't think he was serious, but he was.......

Okay, take note: We actually had a team meeting! The idea was simple: stay out of the wind and use each other to do it. I guess this race started at warp speed last year with a crazy cross wind blowing into the gutter. There's nothing quite like getting gutter ridden at the word "Go!" right after getting out of the car after driving for 4.5 hours. Nope. Nothing quite like it. We decided that the same thing was going to happen today and that we needed to find each other, set up our own echelon and rotate to protect each other.

Right as the gun fired... yup. In the gutter. I was about 15 guys back, Bill about 3 guys in front of me, Shadd about 5 guys in front of him. EVERYONE was in the gutter. Beautiful. Oh, wait. I mean, Blah. I ride up to Bill, there's two. Then we make our way to Shadd, three. We start rotating as a second echelon. It wasn't really easy, but it did make the initial cross wind much, much easier. Nick and Joe made their way up to us after a couple of minutes. Five. Four guys rotating and Joe acting as Gatekeeper preventing anyone from getting in the rotation and fouling it up.

We turn. Tailwind. Whew, man that part sucked! But now we're on the tailwind section. I had an 11 tooth cassette so that's good for about 40mph. But Joe is on Jr. gears (100" maximum). And a 53x 11= 133". That means that While I'm cruising, Joe is spinning like these guys. But Spinning does keep you young.

Turn, crosswind. Short 300m. Turn, headwind. Holy crap. It was so windy! The P, 1,2 field was doing about 12-13 mph with many riders in their little rings. Can you imagine? Finish line, turn, crosswind again.

Bill got himself in a small group of 5 that rode about 20 miles off the front at the beginning of the second lap. They were caught in the tailwind section by a stellar, 43mph sustained effort by one guy. Impressive. But Bill is harder to keep a reign on than that. Like a cannon, BOOM! There goes Bill again. This time without the help of anyone else. Great move. Bill was caught with about 10k to go in the race. The solo move didn't really work, but it did get many people's attention.

In the end, the race was a field sprint into the wind. Crazy hard, like riding into a hurricane wind. Nick free-lanced the sprint to a 6th place. Excellent job! I set up the lead out allowing everyone to cue up on me. Joe took the first lead out and Bill followed. BUT... Shadd was put into the wind way, way too early and got passed by two guys in the last 10m.

Shadd did a hell of a job legging out the sprint, but in the end, a 3rd place for the day. Not bad.

The McFlurry Incident

I got about 1/3 the way through this post before I realized it was going to be a long one, but a good one. Grab a snack, coffee, beer, or whatever, and have a seat.


Road Trip!!

Yes. Finally, a bike race. I managed to race 7 times in the first 4 weeks of the season. But since then, it's been one race every other week. Strange. I remember when you could do stage races every weekend from Mid- March to Mid-June. Now, not so much the case. I may have mentioned it, but racing is so much fun, I could do every weekend! So, I'm going to climb on my soapbox and say this:

Riders, please contact your area promoters and implore with them to check the area calendars before scheduling a race to avoid conflicts. April 19, 20- Zero Races, May 3, 4- Zero Races. April 26, 27- 3 races within 300 miles! Velotek Grand Prix, Iowa City, and Tour of St. Louis. All of these are quality races and deserve a great turnout. The only problem is that there is only so many riders to attend. The end result is that none of the races had the attendance that should have, could have been there! Had they been on different weekends, I would have done all three along with dozens of other riders. But alas, they were not, so the HRRC/ Trek Stores team jumped in the Team Car and drove to Iowa City, where we figured the best competition would be. That's the end of my soapbox speech.

The best part about the racing is the road trip. It seems that the racing is always that. Racing. It's definitely exciting and awesome. But the driving, man! That's the best part. In the Team Car it was Shadd, Adam, Bill, and Joe. Basically, from what I remember, it was a bunch of us characters laughing for most of the trip. It does make the miles go by faster.

Speaking of miles: Shadd just got a brand new Chevy Impala as a new company car. Woo Hoo! So, there we were, leaving Bethany (mile 97 on I35 in MO, the last coffee shop stop until Des Moines) with our breakfast of McDonalds Hotcakes and eggs and back to our road trip when a Highway Trooper clocks an unsuspecting Shadd at 85mph. Awww hell! But, the guy is in the lane traveling the other way. Okay, that gives us a chance right? No, way! Mr. Officer veers directly into the water filled grass/ swamp median at about 50 mph to cross the highway and chase us down. All we could see was the enormous splash and the car emerging from being submerged from the standing water in the grass median. I was hoping it would get stuck like this car. But that's pretty much what he did, except he succeeded in his swamp crossing and indeed chased us down. I hate that moment when the officer is behind you, and hasn't turned his lights on yet. You think, "maybe he's not pulling me over..." Yup, there are the lights.

So, there's a Team Car pulled over with 4 elite bike racers in it. 3 of them are stuffing their faces with McDonalds breakfast. Meanwhile, Shadd tries to keep his cool. Here's a brief exchange. I may have altered some of the conversation, but you'll get the idea.
Officer: Good morning, you boys (never good when the cop calls you a "boy") in a hurry?
Shadd: Well, not really (thinking: we are be now!). I was just getting on the highway and about to set the cruise.

Okay, for anyone who hasn't been on a road trip with Shadd, his "cruise" used to be at just a hair below the sound barrier.

Officer: I believe I clocked you driving at a good deal above the speed limit. (Adam thinking: Yeah, you should have seen us an hour ago)
Shadd: You know, I thought I was a bit fast. I was getting ready to set the cruise.
Officer: Are you guys some kind of professional team or something?
Shadd: Sort of. We're heading up to Iowa City to race all weekend.
Officer: So you're a bunch of pro athletes and ya'll are eating McDonalds?
Shadd: Yeah, but the food isn't that bad for you.
Officer: License and registration.

Now, normally you hand over the license and some profound paperwork that the state makes everyone keep in their car. However, this Team Car is really just a company car that is doing double duty. So.... that means everything is in some the name of some company that runs the whole company car thing. Bottom line. NOTHING is in Shadd's name. Crap. Is Shadd going to go to jail? Is he doomed to spend the day in the Bethany City Jail? Will the evil policeman not believe this perfectly respectable citizen? Will we miss the race while we bail Shadd out of jail? How will Trina take this?

Okay, it wasn't that bad. Shadd did have to go to the cop car and sit with the guy as he writes out the ticket.


Oh, it gets better! While Shadd is in the cop car, Patrol Car, I believe. There's dialogue. It goes something like this:

Officer: So you guys are team huh?
Shadd: That's right. We're the HRRC/ Trek team from KC.
Officer: Shouldn't you have, like, a team van or team car or something?
Shadd: You know, we've been working on that for a while.
Officer: I mean, what do you have all those expensive bikes doing sitting on the back of that cheap bike rack? That seems a bit scary.
Shadd: We're hoping that all the bikes make it there.

Here's some pics of the Team Car:

Yup, that's the Shadd-wuar! Now, here's what a team car SHOULD look like:


Who are these guys? Oh, and there's a third car, but it wasn't parked next to these two.

And the Team Car bike rack:

What's that? $15000 of bikes on the back of a $25000 car, being held up by a $150 bike rack? Why yes, it is. Let's take a closer look.

Rhode Gear? Where can you find that at? I know, ebay $35 plus $14 shipping.

Basically, the Officer owned us. Not a good way to start the day.

But now, Shadd was on a New Plan. Driving slow. Old Plan is gone, New Plan is in!

Part Duex coming up!





McFlurry

Ready or Not......

Yup. It's that time of year again. The one down point of it finally getting warm is that it's also time to mow the yard. Ungh.... I forgot how much I really don't like doing this. I didn't actually own a mower a mere 48 hours ago but I knew of a guy that does small engine repair and happened to have a bunch of extra mowers sitting in his shop. My yard was getting a bit out of control. As a side note: lawn is a term I reserved for the manicured and perfect looking yard. Mine is just a yard. So, there I was.... needing to take action of some sort. Do I: 1) Burn the yard like all the fields in KS (See Steve Tilford's post about that). I live in North Lawrence so it's probably okay right? 2) I could rent a bailer and bail the grass into hay to sell on the market. 3) Buy a goat. This one I thought about for a bit. You get a good pet that's probably well mannered, controls your yard and you even get some goat milk out of the deal. D) I could obtain myself a Yard Mower. Yup, it's a Yard Mower to me.

So I chose the mower. Now, I had the choice of a 3.5 hp for $50 or a 6.0 hp mower for $60. I figured that big engine was better as I would not be hampered by long grass. Not one regret. Here's the mower and the grass too. The grass didn't even phase the mower!



Tuesday Night Worlds

These races are always fun. You ride to KC from Lawrence, then sit at the QT for about 10 minutes drinking as much Gatorade as you can. Finally, you roll your bloated and water logged self over to the race to start the 45 +3; P,1,2,3,4 Criterium. Say what you like about having so many guys of varying abilities together; I like it. The course is about as "Nascar" as you can get, but with right turns vs. left. Basically you can pedal all the corners all the time. Also, it gives the riders a chance to race with their local "Heros" and see what those motors really have under the hood. As far as the bike driving... the good riders just go around the more timid ones. It's not usually a big deal.

Back to the race. 50 guys, Nascar course, very light breeze from the East/ North East. Crap. No brutal wind, no hard features besides the gentle uphill on the front-side and the exact same downhill on the back-side. This could be brutal. The race is pretty simple if you want to sit in. You can even work it out so that you're coasting about 2/3 of each lap most of the time. But, if you decide to be aggressive and get away and it gets really hard, really quickly.

We start off at the usual fast pace that we all know and love in criteriums. I'm looking down at my speedometer and I see that we're rolling (coasting) at 27-28 mph. Cool. I guess I'm not going anywhere without other guys to pull for a while. But it doesn't mean that I won't try..... There were a few ill fated moves, and Joe Schmalz and Cameron Chambers rolled off the front at about minute 15 and started to steadily put time into the field.

Joe has been in every break when he shows up to the race on Tuesdays. Cameron is a professional Mountain Bike Racer, which means he's got a big motor. Yet no one deems it necessary to mark these two who are definite threats. Weird. Fine by me as Joe is one of the "good guys." These two gain about a half of a lap on the field before Shadd and I have a conversation. The talk goes something like this:

Adam: Shadd do you think those guys are having fun?
Shadd: Yes.
Adam: You want up there? I can get you most of the way across.
Shadd: Okay, but let's give it one more lap.
Adam: Just get on me and say, "when."
-- one lap later--
Shadd: I'm waiting whenever you're ready.

Then, like a fat kid chasing after the last piece of cake in the whole world, I hit the gas. Hard. I get Shadd 70% across the gap where he jumps and puts himself in the winning break. In less than a lap, Shadd went across a 40 second gap. Sweetness.

I could imagine Joe asking, just as Shadd gets there, "what the hell took you so long?" Ha!

Now Cameron is outnumbered and indeed HRRC scores another win with Joe raising his hands in victory. A great way for him to prepare for his Tour of the Gila race coming up next week. Wish him luck!

Warmth. The lifebreath of nature.

Old Man Winter is gone and has taken its harsh unforgiving chill with it. Winter air is, by nature, arid. It leaches the moisture from every tissue it contacts, leaving it shriveled and thirsty as it passes. It chills and irritates the lungs, giving anyone brave enough to venture outside that bitter cough we all know so well. Old Man Winter was brutal and unrelenting this year.

The warm and humid air is everything that is spring. New life arising from the cold and desolate season of Winter. Every inhalation and exhalation brings reprieve and refreshment. Spring air has substance unlike each arid breath taken all winter. Each Spring breath can be felt as it flows into the nose and sinuses. Each crevasse creates small eddys where the humidity swirls and begins to replenish that which was cruelly and slowly drained by winter. As the air flows down the trachea and into the lungs it can be felt as it replenishes the body. This air feels like it can be drawn in, chewed, and released. This air shows you that it is bringing the essence of life. This spring air is much needed and was missed dearly.

Once upon a Time.....

This could be the beginning of a wonderful story.......



But that story has already been written and fully capitalized on (milked for all the $$ it's worth). Instead of a great bedtime story you'll just have to settle for this:

Flint Ridge Circuit Race

It's been cold. Gawd, I can't stand it anymore. I remember the days of lore, when Average temperatures in Lawrence are 56F in March and 68F in April. Those should be fairly pleasant months. Sure, it's spring and sure, you get the total shit days. But seriously, I can count on one hand how many days we've had over 60F in 2008. I don't even think I need the thumb, forefinger, or pinky. I had a chance to race and train down in Austin, TX (check past postings) this spring and I don't think I've had one day without a jacket or long sleeve jersey since I got back. Basically, I'm suntan-less and starting to get bit depressed. In response, I've been traveling south for pretty much all the races this year. 4 in Austin, 2 in Oklahoma, one in Arkansas. I seems strange that I've raced nine times, and only once in KS. But that's a whole other talk that I may or may not have now.

This race is super fun, it's more like a roller coaster. From the start/ finish line it rolls uphill. Twisting, and banking in a meandering way that resembles the flight path of a bumble bee. The back side of the course is the same, but it rolls downhill to a super steep, crazy fun roller coaster drop into a pair of corners and then back uphill (20-22% ish) to the finish line. 9 laps. Fun.

The HRRC/ Trek Stores team brought Myself, Shadd Smith, and Joe Schmalz. Mercy was in force featuring Alex Welch, Matt Ankney, Chad Cagle, and Bill "Iron Liver" Marshall. Also, in the mix were the Tulsa Wheelman. With only three teams present and some independent riders, this had a good chance of being an attack fest with a bit of a negative feel to it. That's fine with me. It's just like local races back home with small fields. It kind of resembles a cross race.

As it turns out, I'm not sure exactly why it happened or really just what the hell happened. Did I totally mis-judge my abilities? Did I just get too careless? Was I a bit overconfident? Or did I get totally and completely worked over? Anyways..... when the dust settled, the two riders that were the biggest threat to win the race were up the road and I was left behind. Fuming and frustrated. I take full responsibility for having botched the race for the entire team. That's right, all for me.

I ended up riding around in no man's land with on Tulsa guy, Chris until the last two laps when 4 more guys showed up, including Shadd Smith. In the end, it was Shadd taking 4th, Alex 5th, myself 6th. Matt Ankney won the race after riding about 35 miles solo. Tough man for sure!

Bill Marshall and I stayed in Tulsa with Chad Cagle Saturday and had the wonderful experience of a night out in Tulsa, Mercy style. It was interesting seeing these guys in their "real world" clothes and doing regular things. Okay, so hula hoop dancing at the Sound Pony isn't so normal. Sound Pony is an awesome bar owned by bike racers and cycling enthusiasts. Oh, and it shows. It seems that everyone lives an alternate lifestyle outside of racing bikes. You know, mild mannered "normal" person until they get in the team kit, then they're super heroes!

Roy Falls, Brew to Brew, 75- 68 OT.

Roy's Boys Fall

Everyone knows how this one ended by now. The amazing thing was how it seems that everyone needed this game to happen. Now, finally KU fans can get over the fact that Roy is gone. Self is here. No one misses Roy anymore. No one second guesses the KUAD anymore. Thank gawd. About time.

This guy was so happy that he took his pants off and got to spend the night in jail without them. Ooooh.


But this adventure of a game did lead to a long night. One of many. 20,000 of my closest friends and I celebrated in the streets until the wee hours of the morning. So, one down. Stage two begins at 630am the day after.....

Brew to Brew

Round 2. This run is to benefit Cystic Fibrosis and what better way to do that than to run from Boulevard Brewery to Free State Brewery? In years past, I've avoided doing this because of... well, really no good reason. And, given that I'm bound and determined to have adventures, "I'm in!" Okay, lets digress.

I started running over the off-season for a number of reasons. 1. Cyclocross/ cross training. Riders tend to be susceptible to nagging injuries due to muscle imbalances and I didn't want that to happen to me. 2. A girl. Yeah, I know. It's always a girl. Actually, it was to avoid embarrassment. I figured IF I could at least keep her from waiting on me too much then my whole, "hey let's go for a run" idea would be a success. 3. Brew to Brew.

Okay, back to now. Not so much then, but now...

I went from celebrating the demise of the UNC Tar Heels in the Final Four to getting in a van not more than 4 hours afterwards. Still feeling the effects of some good, "hydration." Some folks take this thing seriously. C'mon! It's a run from a bar to a bar. How serious can it be? We named the team- wait for it:

"Mustache Rides- 25 Cents. Buy One, Get One Free."


Our Captain.


Matt and the get up.


Yes, this IS a woman in a drive through window at Dairy Queen.



There are 10 of us, but I don't have pictures of the whole team yet. It was, classic. I think we mortified many participants with our less than mature behavior. But man, we had fun. Every one of the mustaches are fake, but they do look good. That was Sunday.

So far, I've ridden on Saturday- 4.5 hours. Celebrated Saturday till about 230am. Got up at 630am, started drinking by 8am, ran 5.7 miles around noon (by the way- running is not my forte). Got sore by 1230pm, while running. Kept drinking. Worked Monday at 7am. And now for the Grand Finale......... drum roll.

75- 68 OT




It's been 20 years and all that I could remember from 1988 was my neighbor shooting fireworks back home in Topeka. KU is the NCAA national Champs. Absolutely phenomenal. Analysts were saying all sorts of things and will say them for many years but here's the endgame and MY comments.

"Scoreboard." -Ben Coles
You do not win a national championship because of luck. Ever.
Memphis did not deserve to win, or they would have.
If a 1 seed plays a 1 seed, there is no dominant favorite, ever.
Time to party like its 1988!!

You could, literally and without exaggeration crowd surf from 6th and Mass St. to 11th and Mass St. There were so many people there that it was like a mosh pit for 6 solid blocks.

Yes, you could crowd surf this.


9th and Mass had a DJ set up in an apartment playing for the crowd.





Utter mayhem, but no violence.


I took refuge at Sunflower Bike Shop


And in walks Steve Tilford! It was 1am and Steve drove in from Topeka to see the show! After all, anytime a once in a lifetime chance presents itself, you have to take it. Have to. I don't want to be lying on my deathbed wishing I did more in my life. It's too short to pass up opportunities like this. Well, one thing led to another and all of a sudden it's about a "billion o'clock." (Shadd Smith).

Steve took this picture of us.


Crazy. Here I am walking down the street giving high fives to hundreds of people. Many of whom I would never really ever have any sort of contact with in, "real life." We were all Kansas fans and we all were national champions. It's a night that will stay with me for as long as I can hold the memory. Always.

Rest Day?!!

With all the athletes I coach for CTS, and all the bike racers/ riders I associate with, I get asked, "what do you guys (the whole HRRC team) do for rest days. Well.....

First, I have a, "no wet ass while training" policy. I figure, I ride enough all year that when it rains I don't need to train. I mean c'mon, cold and rain... who wants that?

And, it rained today, all day. Talk about depressing. What to do? Well, I finished a bunch of those little 1-2 hour projects that always need done but somehow stay on the back burner. And, you make cookies!

Yumm. Cookie Dough.


Make it hurry up!


Cooling:


My roommate, John, enjoying. He just had a "cookie-asm."


Yup. Not losing weight today.

Also, it's a sad day, but a new beginning. Yes, I have retired my wallet. It had a good run. 12 years or so. Actually, my high school sweethart got it for me as a Christmas gift. Now, it's time for a new beginning. The first wallet I've ever purchased on my own. Strange... I bought my first house before I bought my first wallet. Hmm....

Old and Busted:



New Hottness: