first cross race...
for thousand eight is in the books.
upon initial inspection of the course, technical. not much room for mistakes. the b group (as we later found out) had fifty riders. yeah, fifty. ben was in front of me by a couple of guys, we all just jammed in together. about a hundred yard sprint, to start. i was on the inside, and a couple of guys jammed in and started kicking up the cones to denote the course. thanks.
a couple of 's' turns later and up the first climb, i noticed guys dropping back (there were a lot of flats, i may have to start brining extra wheels). i caught a couple of guys up the first hill, and around to the technical 'hill'. the course took us onto the side of some hills, always tricky. up the side, and into a one eighty dirt turn. a lot of guys had trouble here. i held it pretty well. down the dirty and dusty side and around onto a gravel road [ninety degree turn into gravel; good times (hug the grass and keep going)], around a field, onto a road (some guys had problems here, i just lifted and went) that took us out to an old light house, round-a-bout, and back, either run or ride up the dusty hill (i choose run, and again where i caught people), into some more 's' turns out onto the beach (some muscled it, i ran it; again catching people), over some barriers, more 's' turns, over gravel, and back to the start/finish.
played cat and mouse with one guy on an ibis, but then i lost him. last lap...i noticed i was alone. no way of catching the guy in front of me, and if i held on, no one was going to catch me...i was wrong. on the round-a-bout one of the women caught me, and then we bounced on and off of one another till after the beach. and at the beach another guy (we'll call him fifty-three eleven; because that's what his jersey said). i knew i could pass him again. the barriers came, and i was going to try there, because i was so good on the runs; but he was too big to get around. just massive. caught up to him on the 's' turns to the finish. i was going to take him on the inside, but he hugged it too much, and i didn't think i had a shot on the outside...i was wrong. mashed to the outside, i heard ben yell, and i went for it, sprint finish, and i got him. i was so freaking happy.
final results...out of fifty; twenty-sixth and ben was fifth. man can he ride.
it pisses me off...i'm good on the technical stuff, but i lack speed. something to work on.
looking forward to painsville next week. hope to see you there.
amitabha...
upon initial inspection of the course, technical. not much room for mistakes. the b group (as we later found out) had fifty riders. yeah, fifty. ben was in front of me by a couple of guys, we all just jammed in together. about a hundred yard sprint, to start. i was on the inside, and a couple of guys jammed in and started kicking up the cones to denote the course. thanks.
a couple of 's' turns later and up the first climb, i noticed guys dropping back (there were a lot of flats, i may have to start brining extra wheels). i caught a couple of guys up the first hill, and around to the technical 'hill'. the course took us onto the side of some hills, always tricky. up the side, and into a one eighty dirt turn. a lot of guys had trouble here. i held it pretty well. down the dirty and dusty side and around onto a gravel road [ninety degree turn into gravel; good times (hug the grass and keep going)], around a field, onto a road (some guys had problems here, i just lifted and went) that took us out to an old light house, round-a-bout, and back, either run or ride up the dusty hill (i choose run, and again where i caught people), into some more 's' turns out onto the beach (some muscled it, i ran it; again catching people), over some barriers, more 's' turns, over gravel, and back to the start/finish.
played cat and mouse with one guy on an ibis, but then i lost him. last lap...i noticed i was alone. no way of catching the guy in front of me, and if i held on, no one was going to catch me...i was wrong. on the round-a-bout one of the women caught me, and then we bounced on and off of one another till after the beach. and at the beach another guy (we'll call him fifty-three eleven; because that's what his jersey said). i knew i could pass him again. the barriers came, and i was going to try there, because i was so good on the runs; but he was too big to get around. just massive. caught up to him on the 's' turns to the finish. i was going to take him on the inside, but he hugged it too much, and i didn't think i had a shot on the outside...i was wrong. mashed to the outside, i heard ben yell, and i went for it, sprint finish, and i got him. i was so freaking happy.
final results...out of fifty; twenty-sixth and ben was fifth. man can he ride.
it pisses me off...i'm good on the technical stuff, but i lack speed. something to work on.
looking forward to painsville next week. hope to see you there.
amitabha...
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
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