Robin was with Lance. I rode with you and Mare and Capers at RV awhile back. Maybe late April or early May?
H2H Race #4 - Bulldog Rump KVSP
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Robin was with Lance. I rode with you and Mare and Capers at RV awhile back. Maybe late April or early May?
Pampa
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Ah, yes, I remember we spoke, I just didn't match you w/ DavidCarson48. Good to see you today.
soulchild
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great job out there Pearl & Segundo (btw I'm Louis - had on the black Halter's shirt)...
I've been having some knee pain on and off for like the last 3 weeks while on the road bike but have just been icing and elevating it... took a day off here and there to let it recover and felt fine but twice today I got a shooting pain right under my left kneecap and after the second time I decided to shut it down...
DH is is 2 weeks and really want to make that race so keeping my fingers crossed that I won't have any issues...
I've been having some knee pain on and off for like the last 3 weeks while on the road bike but have just been icing and elevating it... took a day off here and there to let it recover and felt fine but twice today I got a shooting pain right under my left kneecap and after the second time I decided to shut it down...
DH is is 2 weeks and really want to make that race so keeping my fingers crossed that I won't have any issues...
Were you on the Flash Carbon? You lined up next to Lance at the start? If so, you looked like you were in a ton of pain on the climbs.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
That sounds about right.
Pampa
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Actually, I'm not going to sell it. For a geared bike, I can't think of a better one and I spend a lot of $$$ and time to put it together just the way I liked it 🙂 Also, as part of the deal to get my SS bike, this one became my wife's bike. It's definitely more bike than she needs but it fits her really well (I only need to get her a good riser bar so she can have a more upright position). This way, if I ever need the bike I only need to change the saddle and bar and I'm ready to ride 😉
RNG1
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That's a genious move man, let the wife think she you got her a bike but it is really yours....we can all learn something from this.
While I was warming up I felt OK, but not great. Does anybody ever feel great while warming up before a race? I don’t think I ever have. My legs are always stiff and reluctant to loosen up, and I can’t get my heart rate up.
Lining up there were some familiar faces and many that were not familiar. I heard some guy call another guy a sandbagger, and there was a certain tone to his voice that I took as being serious. Maybe I misread it, but I found it interesting. I figured the guy getting called a sandbagger was the guy to follow.
We take off and the pace was hot right of the bat. I didn’t feel like drag racing these guys down the entire field so I let them go a bit. I settled in 6th place going into the ST. My heart rate was close to redlining at 180….the norm for me at the beginning of a race. My legs were starting to open up a little which was encouraging. I passed 2 guys in the first little rock step up (not the one after the hard right turn) and got into 3rd.
During the pre-ride I was thinking how much this course suits me. The rocks were just enough to keep people from blowing over them without caution, but still not enough to really slow down. But during the race day, I was having a hard time picking up the rocks and weaving smooth lines between them. I was whacking the rocks with pedals, taking slow, dumb lines, and just really not focusing well.
I pass the 3rd place rider and was sitting in the 2 spot. I started thinking I could pull this off. I was battling to keep the HR down, recover, and still try not to lose much ground to the first place rider… who evidentially was the guy getting called a sandbagger at the start.
I was starting to make up some ground, get a little more comfortable, and really picking up the pace.
I was making my way through one of the last rock gardens and boom… over the bars. I was moving at a pretty good clip but it was still slow motion style. I banged my knee on a rock and took a bar end in the gut. I instinctively jumped back up but was having a hard time getting back on my bike. There was a guy behind me yelling to get out of the way. Not rudely but he was also chasing the same guy and I was blocking him. So I finally got off the bike and just stepped aside.
I had the wind knocked out of me pretty good and my knee was feeling a little numb and bleeding. The smart thing to do would have been to stop and take a few seconds to make sure everything was OK. If I did that I would have realized I lost a water bottle and my spare tube, tire lever, CO2s were about to fall out. But I really didn’t want to lose any more time so I jumped back on and tried to pick up where I left off.
It took about 5 minutes to get my wind back and even though my knee hurt like a bitch, it just felt like it was going to bruise up. I didn’t twist it or anything, and it wasn’t bleeding that bad so I pressed on. I noticed my water bottle was gone, and I didn’t have any more stashed so I had to conserve. I drank a bunch during warm up so I thought I would be ok.
I was making my way towards the fire road and starting to get back in the grove and BAM! Over the bar again. “What the fu*k is going on today?” went through my head as I was midair. This one had the potential to be pretty bad but I picked a smooth spot to land in. Still got the wind knocked out of me pretty good and had to take a minute to recover.
All of this happened in about 4 ½ miles… when I realized I had 11 or so to go, I actually contemplated pulling out. But I wasn’t injured to the point I couldn’t ride, my bike was fine, and I was still in front of 15 or so other racers… Duh. I got back on and slowly made my way back to race pace.
I wasn’t sure if I was 3rd, 4th, 5th, or what. I had no idea if anyone passed me or not when I went down the second time. All I knew was concentrating on a smooth line and not taking dumb chances was my plan.
The next 7 miles was uneventful. I rode with a guy from my group with a campmor jersey on, but I forget his name. He let me know my tube and co2’s were gone from under my seat. We traded spots but he missed a turn (and admirable bunny hopped the caution tape in the process) and then I gapped him and never saw him again till after the finish line.
I got to the fields on the second half of the course and at this point I was ready to be done. My legs were empty, water was close to gone and knee was throbbing. Then all of a sudden a blue jersey (Marty’s?.. I later found out it was Dan Brodeen) passed me with a 3 on his leg…my group. Man… WTF. I really didn’t want to lose another spot. I picked up the pace but still wasn’t catching up as quickly as I wanted to.
In my now delirious state, I formulate a plan to recover a little bit, stay close enough to keep him in sight, and fly up that last climb. If I timed it right I could pass him tight at the top. It was foolproof!! How couldn’t it be?
I come around the turn and approached the climb. Dan was ¾ of the way up and looked to be walking up. So far so good. I shift up and stand and start muscling up. That lasts about 3.6 seconds and I have to downshift and sit back down. So much for foolproof….my legs just didn’t have it. Pearl is between us and walking up the climb. He said something about me having a guy to chase down, but by the time I reached the top he was gone, and I was pretty shot.
I got to the descending switchbacks and was hoping I would see him close enough to pass in the field, but he was long gone. I pedaled hard halfway through the fields and look back, no one there. I shut it down and finished the race in 4th.
Lining up there were some familiar faces and many that were not familiar. I heard some guy call another guy a sandbagger, and there was a certain tone to his voice that I took as being serious. Maybe I misread it, but I found it interesting. I figured the guy getting called a sandbagger was the guy to follow.
We take off and the pace was hot right of the bat. I didn’t feel like drag racing these guys down the entire field so I let them go a bit. I settled in 6th place going into the ST. My heart rate was close to redlining at 180….the norm for me at the beginning of a race. My legs were starting to open up a little which was encouraging. I passed 2 guys in the first little rock step up (not the one after the hard right turn) and got into 3rd.
During the pre-ride I was thinking how much this course suits me. The rocks were just enough to keep people from blowing over them without caution, but still not enough to really slow down. But during the race day, I was having a hard time picking up the rocks and weaving smooth lines between them. I was whacking the rocks with pedals, taking slow, dumb lines, and just really not focusing well.
I pass the 3rd place rider and was sitting in the 2 spot. I started thinking I could pull this off. I was battling to keep the HR down, recover, and still try not to lose much ground to the first place rider… who evidentially was the guy getting called a sandbagger at the start.
I was starting to make up some ground, get a little more comfortable, and really picking up the pace.
I was making my way through one of the last rock gardens and boom… over the bars. I was moving at a pretty good clip but it was still slow motion style. I banged my knee on a rock and took a bar end in the gut. I instinctively jumped back up but was having a hard time getting back on my bike. There was a guy behind me yelling to get out of the way. Not rudely but he was also chasing the same guy and I was blocking him. So I finally got off the bike and just stepped aside.
I had the wind knocked out of me pretty good and my knee was feeling a little numb and bleeding. The smart thing to do would have been to stop and take a few seconds to make sure everything was OK. If I did that I would have realized I lost a water bottle and my spare tube, tire lever, CO2s were about to fall out. But I really didn’t want to lose any more time so I jumped back on and tried to pick up where I left off.
It took about 5 minutes to get my wind back and even though my knee hurt like a bitch, it just felt like it was going to bruise up. I didn’t twist it or anything, and it wasn’t bleeding that bad so I pressed on. I noticed my water bottle was gone, and I didn’t have any more stashed so I had to conserve. I drank a bunch during warm up so I thought I would be ok.
I was making my way towards the fire road and starting to get back in the grove and BAM! Over the bar again. “What the fu*k is going on today?” went through my head as I was midair. This one had the potential to be pretty bad but I picked a smooth spot to land in. Still got the wind knocked out of me pretty good and had to take a minute to recover.
All of this happened in about 4 ½ miles… when I realized I had 11 or so to go, I actually contemplated pulling out. But I wasn’t injured to the point I couldn’t ride, my bike was fine, and I was still in front of 15 or so other racers… Duh. I got back on and slowly made my way back to race pace.
I wasn’t sure if I was 3rd, 4th, 5th, or what. I had no idea if anyone passed me or not when I went down the second time. All I knew was concentrating on a smooth line and not taking dumb chances was my plan.
The next 7 miles was uneventful. I rode with a guy from my group with a campmor jersey on, but I forget his name. He let me know my tube and co2’s were gone from under my seat. We traded spots but he missed a turn (and admirable bunny hopped the caution tape in the process) and then I gapped him and never saw him again till after the finish line.
I got to the fields on the second half of the course and at this point I was ready to be done. My legs were empty, water was close to gone and knee was throbbing. Then all of a sudden a blue jersey (Marty’s?.. I later found out it was Dan Brodeen) passed me with a 3 on his leg…my group. Man… WTF. I really didn’t want to lose another spot. I picked up the pace but still wasn’t catching up as quickly as I wanted to.
In my now delirious state, I formulate a plan to recover a little bit, stay close enough to keep him in sight, and fly up that last climb. If I timed it right I could pass him tight at the top. It was foolproof!! How couldn’t it be?
I come around the turn and approached the climb. Dan was ¾ of the way up and looked to be walking up. So far so good. I shift up and stand and start muscling up. That lasts about 3.6 seconds and I have to downshift and sit back down. So much for foolproof….my legs just didn’t have it. Pearl is between us and walking up the climb. He said something about me having a guy to chase down, but by the time I reached the top he was gone, and I was pretty shot.
I got to the descending switchbacks and was hoping I would see him close enough to pass in the field, but he was long gone. I pedaled hard halfway through the fields and look back, no one there. I shut it down and finished the race in 4th.
martin
Active Member
when the first guy with a 3 on his leg blew by me i was thinking it was gonna be you. nope it was the dude in yellow. he was FLYING.
you were in 2nd at this point and you were at least a minute behind him
At least a minute? That's interesting because when I crashed he was right there... maybe 20 yards in front of me. So I had apparently closed the gap considerably. Bummer.
martin
Active Member
H2H #4 Group Ride Recap
So I signed up for this advanced group ride going on at KSVP. Plug in the address and see its right next to WayWay lake. What's up with that? Why wasn't WayWay park next to Wayway lake? Asked a few ppl and Capers, who had the wittiest retort.
Brought two bottles of 64oz Gatorade. 400 calories in each bottle! damn!
Also brought some clif bloks
I had been drinking water like a mad man the day/night before in desperate prep. My riding prep was H2H#3 lewis morris, then hill repeats at clayton on thurs before the race.
Those were the last 2 times I was on my bike. Yah, i was expecting hell.
Jumped on the course, oooo big open grassy area for sprinting right off the start. and then it said pre riders go this way so up i go. And fall. WTH i forgot to switch out my cleats for the multi angle release ones. I started having nightmares taht this would be a repeat of wayway where I killed myself 8x. then i said to myself damn it you can't repeat wayway this is a whole lot easier. Geared down, powered through the momentum sucking rocks / gardens and finished up the preride.
back to the car, drank some more, cooled down before the 1030 start.
We line up maybe 14 deep? Tyler is there so that's two fewer podium spots for the other kids. Horn goes off and can't seem to clip in properly. The guys all take off and its me chilling at the back. Finally clip in and pass a guy before we head into the woods.
Pass a couple others at some point and then the first people with a "3" on their leg start to catch me. Yelled at jshort to pedal harder or something
I stopped at one rock garden thingy to let a few people by and not injure myself - cheered Capers on and jogged across it and went on my way.
Near the end of my first lap I was both crushed and excited to see Tyler standing - I was glad I caught him and another place but sad because I know he's battling for the top spot in the whole h2h series.
Now I had started with 64oz of gatorade in my 100oz camelback and was trying to decide what to do in the feed zones. No one was behind me so I pulled over and grabbed my full 50oz smaller camleback and dropped off the big guy. I wasn't sure how much was left in the big one but i wasn't going to risk it esp with no one around.
I'm not sure if this was the right thing to do or not but I did run out of drink with 2 miles to go ot the end so I think i played it pretty well.
as dustin commented on my facebook, the 2nd lap was a lot slower than the first one.
legs were an issue with cramping but i jumped off and stretched before they locked entirely like they did at wayway... i was carefully scanning everyone's leg to make sure that they weren't and guys with a 2 on their legs hehhe
i cleaned the big climb but i had to pay a visit to an old friend i hadn't seen in a year... granny gear cave =\ last time i used my granny was when i rode mooch. it still works at least.
near the end i was told of a nasty accident at the finish, rode by slow and saw a dude out with his face really bloodied up - later the medics took him away, i heard it was a 2 man sprint race at the end... hope he's ok =\
So I signed up for this advanced group ride going on at KSVP. Plug in the address and see its right next to WayWay lake. What's up with that? Why wasn't WayWay park next to Wayway lake? Asked a few ppl and Capers, who had the wittiest retort.
Brought two bottles of 64oz Gatorade. 400 calories in each bottle! damn!
Also brought some clif bloks
I had been drinking water like a mad man the day/night before in desperate prep. My riding prep was H2H#3 lewis morris, then hill repeats at clayton on thurs before the race.
Those were the last 2 times I was on my bike. Yah, i was expecting hell.
Jumped on the course, oooo big open grassy area for sprinting right off the start. and then it said pre riders go this way so up i go. And fall. WTH i forgot to switch out my cleats for the multi angle release ones. I started having nightmares taht this would be a repeat of wayway where I killed myself 8x. then i said to myself damn it you can't repeat wayway this is a whole lot easier. Geared down, powered through the momentum sucking rocks / gardens and finished up the preride.
back to the car, drank some more, cooled down before the 1030 start.
We line up maybe 14 deep? Tyler is there so that's two fewer podium spots for the other kids. Horn goes off and can't seem to clip in properly. The guys all take off and its me chilling at the back. Finally clip in and pass a guy before we head into the woods.
Pass a couple others at some point and then the first people with a "3" on their leg start to catch me. Yelled at jshort to pedal harder or something
I stopped at one rock garden thingy to let a few people by and not injure myself - cheered Capers on and jogged across it and went on my way.
Near the end of my first lap I was both crushed and excited to see Tyler standing - I was glad I caught him and another place but sad because I know he's battling for the top spot in the whole h2h series.
Now I had started with 64oz of gatorade in my 100oz camelback and was trying to decide what to do in the feed zones. No one was behind me so I pulled over and grabbed my full 50oz smaller camleback and dropped off the big guy. I wasn't sure how much was left in the big one but i wasn't going to risk it esp with no one around.
I'm not sure if this was the right thing to do or not but I did run out of drink with 2 miles to go ot the end so I think i played it pretty well.
as dustin commented on my facebook, the 2nd lap was a lot slower than the first one.
legs were an issue with cramping but i jumped off and stretched before they locked entirely like they did at wayway... i was carefully scanning everyone's leg to make sure that they weren't and guys with a 2 on their legs hehhe
i cleaned the big climb but i had to pay a visit to an old friend i hadn't seen in a year... granny gear cave =\ last time i used my granny was when i rode mooch. it still works at least.
near the end i was told of a nasty accident at the finish, rode by slow and saw a dude out with his face really bloodied up - later the medics took him away, i heard it was a 2 man sprint race at the end... hope he's ok =\
martin
Active Member
how after i yelled at you did you crash?
edit @ bshow - i too would like to see the results.. curious if the 8th place guy was catchable for me
My post-race, crash-addled brain had me home before I remembered I'd picked something up off the trail that someone might want back. If'n it's yours, lemme know and I'll post it asap. (I also found a fresh package of Clif Bloks. Those I ate.)
Was it a tube? How about 2 pedros levers? 2 co2s taped together with a genuine innovations co2 injector? Specialized water bottle? Were the shot blocks strawberry?
Yea, I lost some stuff. 😀
Not long. 5 minutes? I really never lost sight of the yellow jersey. Maybe around some turns, but not for long.