Good Race, Long Week, Cool Stuff

The first race of the NashvilleCyclist criterium series was last night. Tim Hall is putting this race series on for the 6th season, and they get better every year. The course is in downtown Nashville at LP Field (where the Titans play) on a 2km course set up with 8 turns. It’s not a technical crit, but it has enough turns to be fun in a group.

Cat 5s went off hard and chaotic, and the cornering skills were such that if you were in the middle of the pack around the first two corners you were already way behind due to the yo-yo. I had a rough start, so that was where I was, but I took it easy and made up a few positions around each turn (come on guys, where were you when I was teaching that cornering class yesterday?).

End of lap 2 saw the first two of three crashes. One when a rider cut across my teammates line and clipped his wheel. Boom. Emergency braking to avoid running over teammate. Lost a ton of position. Second crash happened at the same time, but I didn’t see much other than the thud of a helmet on the ground. Both riders took their free lap and jumped back in.

My avoidance maneuver kept me upright so I didn’t get to cash in a skin-ticket for a free lap. The rest of the race was a cat and mouse game where I would pick a wheel half a lap ahead, catch it before the upwind back stretch so I could sit on it for 200 yards, then sprint around on corners 7and 8 onto the downwind finishing stretch. Lather, rinse, repeat. Made up at least ten positions, but they were too spread out from the main field to catch back on. No points for me tonight. Immediately after finishing, I could feel the muscle soreness kick back in from Monday nigh’s weightlifting session in the gym. I’m glad it stayed away during the race at least.

That cornering class I mentioned was a series of clinics run by Les Wooldridge (of the Harpeth Racing Team, and also VP of the Harpeth Bike Club). Les put me in charge of the cornering class. I set up cones to show entry points, apexes, and exit points on a couple of different types of corners. We went through things from the ground up; all the way from pedal position to countersteering, line selection, and body position. By the time the class was over they were making smooth turns at speed with nary a line change through the curve.

We had another group working on contact drills at the same time. After both groups had been through the classes we split into groups and worked on riding a smooth paceline around the racetrack at the Nashville Fairgrounds (the Pseudodrome).

It was cool to watch the progression from beginner rider to more confident Bicycle Pilot. it’s also amazing to think how much of those skills I take for granted. Even as a relative beginner I know that the time spent working on riding technique has paid huge dividends in safety and smoothness in a pack or race situation. Last night’s crit race really showed that. Many of the riders would brake hard before a corner, sacrificing a ton of hard-earned momentum and position in order to go through the corner at a speed that they felt comfortable with. I would set my entry speed early, apex the corner with enough room for error, and sail right past them without touching the brakes.

It’s a crazy packed week this week. Cornering clinic, Crit race, tonight I’m going to check out the race loop at Hamilton Creek on the mountain bike (more about that later this week), then on Friday we head up to Kentucky for the Horsey Hundred on Saturday, then right back to Nashville for the Gatorade Criterium that Harpeth Racing is putting on. Hope my legs hold out!

Finally, something cool. I’m going to have to build some of these. Austin from Green Fleet Messengers pointed them out, and I definitely have some tubes that can’t be repaired. Click pic or here for full post

Bicycle tubes turned into shelving

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Highland Rim Road Race Report

Highland Rim. The State Championship road race. At 55 miles it was also the longest road race I have done yet, and by far the hardest.  Although rain was on the map, it stayed away during our race.

Brian, Chuck C., Shawn, and I lined up at the front and had a good start. By the first turn at mile 1, a couple of guys from the Krystals team launched a breakaway and I jumped to try and join it. My thought was to work with them for the first few miles and maybe get a headstart on the climb before we got caught. Intentions or not, I didn’t have the legs to hold with their pace. After working hard to try to hold on for a few minutes, I sat up and waited to get absorbed by the field.

That initial effort pushed me close enough to the limit that I hadn’t recovered enough to sit comfortably in the pack once they caught me. Although there was nothing steep, each of the rolling hills in the first 14 miles of the race were a shock to my legs. By ten miles in, I was losing ground to the main pack and had adjusted my goals to bringing in another rider who was gapped. I caught him and we worked at tempo until the base of the climb up Baker Mtn Rd.

The climb was tough. 3 miles at an average grade of around 8% (I think) and sections much steeper than that. 900 feet of elevation gain. I marked my climbing partner and stayed with him until we reached the plateau. He recovered a bit faster than I did and joined another rider who had made up ground on us on the climb and I lost them too. The next 30 miles were an exercise in frustration. Frustration in riding alone yet again during a race. Frustration in my lack of fitness and readiness for this race. Constantly fighting the urge to DNF the race. 30 miles is an ego-crushingly long way to ride at a tempo pace by yourself.

Every few minutes I would stand and push a harder gear to relieve my muscles. Somewhere along the plateau I started to feel the twinge of oncoming cramps and dialed my wattage back slightly to see if it would go away. In a group ride of this length I would have time to stop, refill water bottles, massage the kinks out, and continue on. Not knowing if there were any riders behind me kept me from stopping for fear of losing any additional position.

By mile 45, my quads were starting to cramp in earnest. I spent a couple of miles pedaling with one leg, the other hanging straight down to rest it, then alternating. This helped some, and I was able to regain tempo. It occurred to me that I couldn’t even remember the last time I rode 55 miles without stopping. If ever. I was glad to reach the downhill and tucked in for a quick 40+ mph blast down to the base of the plateau. Four miles to the finish. I’m not 100% sure that the officials even noticed me cross the finish line. I decided to skip the Time Trial and criterium.

I have a much better understanding of what level of fitness will be required for this race next year. I also know that I was nowhere close to that level this year, and with that, I am happy to have finished it. Many racers bailed partway through with flats, or just bailed. Several others crashed out, with one requiring an airlift to Chattanooga with fairly serious injuries. The possibility of racing your way into a State Championship jersey pushed the competitiveness to a higher than normal level for amateur racing.

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Sumner County Classic Road Race

The Sumner County Classic road race took place on May 1st, during the now infamous weekend where Nashville learned that it was far from immune to flooding. We knew it was going to rain. We didn’t know it was going to rain more than a FOOT of water on the area in 48 hours.

I met Jonathan at the shop in Cool Springs early Saturday morning and we drove North to White House in an on and off again rain. Mostly on. Once we got there, it was obvious that the rain wasn’t going anywhere. If we were going to race at all, it would be in the wet. Warming up was nearly pointless, as any warmth that I was able to spin into my legs was just as quickly removed.

The Cat 5 men’s race started 45 minutes late. The lead official kept the pace slow as the first section was neutralized. It wasn’t until several miles into the 24 mile race that he finally pulled into the other lane and waved us through to start “racing”.

I had allowed myself to get pushed back into the middle of the field during the neutral section, so I tried to use the next few miles to move up. There wasn’t much room. There were a couple of riders from a Memphis team who were half-wheeling the riders in front of them, effectively blocking the road for anyone who wanted to move ahead. I didn’t feel comfortable making an aggressive move past them with the roads covered in standing water, so I remained stuck in the middle of the pack for half of the race.

At mile 14, I started watching the front of the field to see if Brian and Shawn were going to make any moves like we had discussed. No breakaways stuck, but the increasing pace at the front caused the pack to string out over a series of rollers. Stuck in the middle of the pack, I got hammered by the dreaded yo-yo effect and was gapped. The main field was still in sight, and I could see that Brian, Shawn, Jonathan, and the Chucks were well positioned near the front.

I chased down three other riders and we worked together for a bit before missing the turn onto Garrison Branch. I corrected quickly and tried to chase down the quickly receding taillight of the sweep official. Not enough legs for that effort. The flat section of Garrison let me regain my composure before the steep climb (the only real climb of the race other than typical Mid TN hills). I looked back only once to make sure the three riders weren’t closing in, and committed fully to the climb.

Yet another lone slog to the finish, but I felt pretty strong the whole time and gave it what I had. The race officials split the Cat 5 race by age group, which allowed my mediocre performance to net my first top 10 finish! Points on the board.

Next race, Highland Rim.

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