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Ode to "The WB"


Just gotta give props to my boy Ward yesterday. I could not stay to watch the 3's but he laid the wood down and had the states by a mad margin. Last lap, double flat. D'oh! Ball game, bad guys. Ward, that is bike racing (I've said that about my shite luck 9 million times this year!). Tough break but you are the strong man, kid. Nice work!

State of the States....

Photos Courtesy of Race CX

Done and done. No more racing. Sad? Hell no. I am happy in the head but suffering horribly in the body. Not suffering from the race though. I am literally sitting in the bathroom typing as I have succumb to what the family was ‘blessed’ with last night. Amy and I go out for dinner feeling good, come home and relieve the baby sitter. We check on our kids, big man first, before going to bed and he has spewed himself silly. My little man has it coming out the other end when we check on him. We get things squared away, new sheets and diaper and hit the rack. My lady by 3 AM is in the bathroom, head in the toilet. Joy. We wake up, call an audible on the day as it hasn’t hit me and Amy pushes me out the door to go race (she rules).

The warm up was fun on the single speed. I could tell it was going to be technical and fun like I like it. The course ruled. Race time comes and I win the hole shot. I just wanted to be free and clear of the any train wrecks and any back up in the woods section. I got what I wanted and made it through in like 4th with Tim F...


Kiester and Moots’ Jon C....
They says adios when we hit the pavement and smartly bury themselves to carve off their selection and that was that. I just need to settle in and try to hang in, get some points and hold on to my goal at the beginning of the season to make top 10 overall the 35 A’s. Not sure if I achieved that. We'll see.

All is going according to plan. My cheap ass Michelin’s as I KNEW kicked butt in that mud. Not once did the bike feel it was going to give out. It railed. So, in sum: Bike: Great. Pilot: Not so great. By lap three I’m probably in 9th or 10th and the tachometer starts to go left dipping lower and lower. I can not go deep. Can not get my heart rate up (avg’d 165 on the day with a 180 max). Dudes are bridging to me then seeing my drool, decide to drop me. 10th guy. 11th guy, 12th guy 13th guy, 14th guy…probably back to like 16th or 17th. I settle in, try and tell myself: “This is the last race shit head. The States fer chrisakes! Do not get passed again…” I start to hold on and try to go deeper. I pick off a guy here, bridge to the next guy, settle in, look ahead to someone else I can try to bridge to.

Bell lap. One and done. So I carve off Jared and a Red Rocks guy. I don’t want to pull up the hill so I radically move left to get another guy to pull almost taking out my boy Jared (SORRY JARED!!!!!!!!!!!). Jared then proceeds to throw the GAUNTLET.......and rails it solo up the hill in a mad sprint. Huge. I’m like “…later homie!” He knows I am a cooked sardine. Red Rocks guy is dead(er) than me so I just get on with it and trudge up the hill on my own. We make it to the woods...

...and I start to bridge back to Jared. I am working the woods the best I can. Jared is moving through the S Turns on the pavement like a demon.


We hit the back section and I close the gap to Jared. He and I see Clay and drop him. He’s suffering. We fly through the mud section, up and over the barriers...

...and get to the bump before the road. I see my boy go right, I slip through the hole left and we sprint to the finish together. I caught Jared by a wheel. I grabbed 14th and Jared 15th. You made me want to throw up Jared! Normally, sprinting for anything after 10th is friggin dumb but this was states! And frankly it was fun to go to the line with someone. We "owed it" to the big crowd at the line. Great lap Jared!

So here I am now in the bathroom. Body succumbing to the badness. It’ll pass. I’m done. Maybe one more race in CA if I feel like cleaning off my bike. We’ll see.

Awesome season and I learned a lot for the first time in the 35 A’s. Clearly stronger than I’d been used to in the 3’s and about consistent with the few P1-2 races I’ve done but obviously shorter. This is the cat I need to be in and I need to work harder next year if I can afford the time. It truly was about the top 4 or 5 this year then everyone else. Those guys up front are sick. It’s so much fun though to chill weekend in and out with rad people. I wish I could’ve hung with the RM-Izze boys today as the beer and brats were flowing and cookin. I hope they crushed it.

Wellens pulled it off fair and square!


No karate kicking fans in frustration or broken derailleur on Nijs' part to keep Bart from coming across the line first. Wellens ground it out in the deep peanut butter yesterday. It look like a cross race finally and less a grass criterium. Goon on ya Bart! Everyone is a level (or 5) behind Nijs but this guy suffers so deeply it is mad. He's like the Pete Webber of Belgium. In any event, cool to see another set of hands other than Nijs' raised high in victory.

Wicks is sicks....

Evan's SICK Rock Lobster prep'd for Nats....

My boy Evan from my old home on the Left Coast is already set for this weekend's re-birth of Surf City at Watsonville this weekend. I used to LOVE LOVE LOVE that course. Check out his custom mud-ready A-Dugasts with Michelin mud tread and his team Scandium (compare to mine below...). Evan is the master of the bling.
Frigging YUMMY! Check these out:This thread got started 'cause I asked Evan about repairing tubulars as I have a ruined pair of Challenge I want to get fixed. When he was here staying with me here in CO for the GP's, he mentioned the following site you can send your tubulars to to get repaired. It takes a while but apparently the guy does a good job. Evan says:

" Try http://www.tirealert.com/ ...don't know if it's any good as they use a butyl tube in place of a latex (suppleness); continental uses all butyl so it probably doesn't matter. "

If anyone has good tips for local tubular repair people, let me know!

Update since posting: The "Tire Alert" URL does not seem to work so I used the Way Back Machine to get at it:

T I R E A L E R T !!!

SAVE SEW-UP TIRES!!!
Now You Can Bring
Those Tubular
Tires Back To Life

We've perfected the art of re-tubing sewup tires, saving riders time hassle and money!!
(We cannot retube "Tufo" tires)
Send your tires to:
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2320 Hawthorne Dr
Clearwater, FL 33763 Got any questions?
e-mail us at
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or phone (800) 735 5516

COST: $20 for one tire, $16 each for 2 or more

.......... and we pay the return shipping!

Light weight butyl tube (64 grams) add $2 each tire
48mm or 60mm valve stems add $2 each tire
We also just install new base tape for $8 per tire
Personal checks, Mastercard and VISA accepted
If you're a cyclist who trains frequently and prefers to use expensive tubular sewup tires, then chances are you've experienced a blowout to a sewup tire that has plenty of good tread left. Or maybe you're a specialty bicycle shop that deals with biking athletes and you'd like to find a way to keep your customers satisfied....

Many riders use tubular sewups for the obvious reasons; they're GREAT! But there are those times when there's no way to avoid a premature blowout due to slivers of glass or other sharp objects out on the road that penetrate the tire....

That's where TIRE ALERT comes in....
Instead of throwing that still good tubular tire in the shed or trash, we can repair that expensive sewup quickly and at low-cost!!!

BUT instead of patching the tube we strip the tire open, rid it of any foreign objects, replace with NEW butyl tube, resew with a specialized industrial sewing machine and install new base-tape.

Ron Murawsky
Owner/operator since 1995
Hawaii Ironman finisher
Distance athlete since 1971

Yummy.

Lookin' good for the CX State Champs at Xilinx tomorrow:
Probably try and pre-ride today as there is no pre-riding tomorrow. My guess is muddy in the low flats and fairly dry up top....depending of course how they run the course this year. It'd be nice to replicate the Xilinx Cup course from the GP's.

Flava

HA! Just crapped myself laughing at this:

From Packfodder Blog:

Thursday, October 12, 2006

An Interview with Paolo Bettini, by Flava Flav

Bettini was interviewd by Dolce correspondent Flava Flav.
[Note: Paoli’s answers translated by Flav]

Flava Flav: Yeeeehhhhhh Boooooyyeeeeee… Its tha Flav, y’all, stone cold chillin’ here in full effect, nowhumsayin? Today we sit down with my main man, Paolo Bettini.

Paoli Bettini: What up, my Caucasian?

FF: So, tell me, are you lampin’ or what, Mr. World Champ?

PB: Straight, up, Flav. The party is on, you know, and I’m maxin and relaxin with my people, the ladies, a little Kristal, a little Henny… and smoking blunts like it rains in the classics, fo real.

FF: Word. So, when do you start getting your training on for next year?

PB: Hell, Caucase… I’m not even training for next year.

FF: Real?

PB: Yo man, think about it. I’m the Italian national champion. Pow. I’m the world champ. Kapow. I’m the Oh-lympic champ. Ka-PAOLO, son.

Like B-Real said back in the day, “Jump behind a bush when you see me riding by…” I will f*** yo shit up.

FF: You got yo props, no doubt, kid.

PB: Word, baby, word. So, check this. I’m gonna be rockin’ that world strip, got my gold helmet, shoes and bar tape. S***, let’s say I get the leaders jersey in the Giro or the Tour… what the f*** am I gonna do with it? I got too much bling as it is. Straight up and down, don’t even bother. Keep your stank ass yellow jersey.

FF: Aight. So, the grand tours are out…

PB: Flav, you ain’ listening. I’ll be there… S***, son I got representing to do. And tell the organizers now they’d best be hiding those podium girls. You heard what they call a martini with olive juice in it, right? A dirty martini? Well, check it out—I’m Dirty Bettini. Salty, baby, salty.

FF: HeheHe… yeahhh boyeeee…. That’s tight. So, what about the classics, tho G? You love them s****s, right?

PB: I’m not gonna lie, there are still some classics that I’d like to hit up, nowhumsayin? But with all this bling, I gotta roll slow so m*****f****ers have a chance to check out how ill it all looks. If I’m flying by, I might just be a blur… For real, kid. I’m gonna be lampin’ at the back, some Henny in the water bottle… making sure the team care is blasting some fresh beats to get those booties in the crowd shaking, baby, shaking!

FF: What’s your take on the doping scandals that be f*****g up cycling right now?

PB: Shit, the only doping scandal I’m following is that this J is burnt, son. [Yelling to Tom Boonen, former World Champion, who is nearby] Yo, Tommy, this shit is cashed. Twist me up another, b*****. [Quietly to Flav] My boy has been BLUNTED ever since I took his shit, man. But like I keep telling him, don’t hate the playa, hate the game.

FF: What is the secret of your success?

PB: No offense, money, but I ain’t sharing s***. Like that laundry lady said: ancient Chinese secret.

FF: C’mon, G, don’t play me like that. Give us a taste of what makes you the greatest!

PB: I’m crafty, son. Crafty. S***, if I had the raw abilities of my man Jan, I’d win every damn race out there, for real. Unite my head with those legs… It’d be straight Voltron, WonderTwin, whatever you wanna call it… but at the end of the day, it would be beat down for the whole daman peleton. Hurt with you power… work you with my head. KA-PAOLO!

FF: I hear you. So, what’s up with the shaved legs and the girly lycra, yo? The homies want to know if y’all sissies or what.

PB: Yo, Flav, you’re lucky I’m all zooted right now or the shoe at the end of this shaved leg would so far up that ass that I’d be able to clip your face to my pedals.

FF: Any last words?

PB: World champ, b******s. World champ.

Transitions 2 Premier

Fantastic night of absolute bike geekdom in Boulder. The premier at Boulder Theater was killer in terms of turn out and what apparently was an overwhelmingly huge succes sfor the junior cyclocross programs such as the Mud Skippers. It was essentially a packed house with lots of beer flowing, prizes drawn from Boulder Cycle Sport (thanks B!), Clif Bar and Noodles and Co (Thanks Tuba!).

The movie was decent. I have not seen Transitions ("Part 1") but this installation was pretty interesting. It certainly was not as powerful (read: artistically compelling) as Pure Sweet Hell which combines sincerely "core" imagery with "core" music totally suited to the "core" messages of what 'cross means (at least to me!) without the commercial aspect of Euro racing. Transitions 2 on the other hand was interesting for its raw documentary aspect of the scene behind the major races in Belgium. The film showed quite a bit of "day in the life of" the kids who stay at "The House" in Izegem Belgium which was a yawn. It was interesting to see it, how they eat, etc but could have eliminated a lot of that I thought.

The commentary from Geoff Proctor and Brandon Dwight was probably the most compelling. Geoff, because he lays it out: If you as a wannbe American cross racer want to be the best, get the F out of America, suck it up, and race with the best. This counter balances most of the whining you hear in the film about how hard it is being over there. Dude's, you are YOUNG. Suck it up. You made a choice to be a bike racer. Bike racing did not corner and kidnap you into this life style. You chose it (and invariably your parents are helping you incredibly). For me, I travel 150K a year on United for business while being a husband, daddy and trying to race my bike. Suck it up and eat your peas. You need to be in Europe if you want to (at least) think you'll be the best you can be at the game. Geoff nails this in my opnion.


Brandon's commentary was interesting for two reasons: 1) cause I know him and 2) (really my point here) because he fairly well articulates the reality of how fast and hard it is in a way that is simply beyond your prototypical racer dude saying "Man, uh, those guys are really fast and I feel like shit...". This was truly a homage to those "livin' the dream" as it were racing their bikes as amateurs to live vicariously for a moment through his very real experience.

So overall, great job. Not a film for those who are non cyclists (where Pure Sweet Hell could hook in just about anyone) but a direct commentary to people like us who truly understand the scene and live it to the extent we can here in the states on our weekend crusades of getting muddy, cold and of course ringing cowbells (incidentally, and American phenomenon, not something you hear in Eaurope it appears!).

Pre movie RM beer fest pics:

ACA Announcement on CX State Champs

COLORADO STATE CYCLOCROSS CHAMPIONSHIPS - PLEASE NOTE

  • There will be no warm ups allowed on the course on Saturday.
  • Also riders will be called up so please cooperate during staging.
  • Thanks Tim Madden, Chief Referee
Call ups! Nice!

Wed AM CX Workouts....almost done!


Today was the 2nd to last Wednesday AM 'cross workout. I am weepy and misty eyed. One of the saddest songs of all time ever written is ringing through my head: "It's a tragedy for me to see, the dream is over...".

This was written by Milli Vanilli of course..

Today I felt GREAT. What is UP?? I can't say "No Chain" but I hung well. My cuts and bruises and stuff from last Sunday were a non factor. One huge difference: Cheap Tires! The Michelin Mud 2's were so solid and carved through the ice and snow beautifully. I think what I felt was...confidence! So I just rolled and powered and bridged to the strong men fairly easily. Baker was flying (as normal) and Tuba and B-Money-Dwight were rocking through the snow like they had no chains. All and all, swell.

Some pics from today:

Arrival for some java at Amante:

B-Money, Tuba and Tim F's teammate Daisuke.

My infamous backpack-o-barriers (PVC tubing we use for portable barriers)...

Matt Opp preparing for battle...