an old grumpy guy i know has long been a firm beleiver that in order to be a biker racer, you must, on occasion, RACE your bike. My fitness this year is better than last, but not up to snuff where i was hoping to be. This past weekend was the Cobb Park Classic in Kankakee, IL. In the list of favorite races ever, this one is certainly in the top 10. I have been racing there since 1988, and it was missed for a few years when it vanished from the calendar. I have some great memories of racing there as a junior, then going back with The Enmark and Dennis - we watched in delight as The Enmark single handedly devastated and completely decimated the cat 4 field there, going solo for a good chunk of the race, only to fall victim to a late effort by the only remaining few guys that had some gas, and he got caught with the finish in sight. 2 years ago i made an appearance there after building confidence by winning the Monsters of the Midway race the day before. Cobb park has a great set of sweeping corners and 2 tight 90 degree corners. I bring up this point for 2 reasons - the first one, is that there are a lot of jumps in the race, so after having my confidence pulled out from underneath me because i had no fitness for jumps but i could go full gas for 200m, i went from race winner, to race DNF in a weekend.
The second reason i bring this up is to talk about being a Crit Racer. Its no secret that here in the midwest we really don't have many road races, nor are we known for breeding good road racers. For years the midwest was Crit central, a place to work on your speed, bike handling and CORNERING! The sweepers at kankakee are not the wide open easy to get through even if you are a tri geek kind. The 90 degree turns are even tougher. Its a technical course, and a course that guys like me drool over. Having the skill to blast through corners at speed, jump out of turns and get on the gas hard to stretch out the line, these are the things that i distinctly remember from the days when i truly was a Crit Racer. Do we have no more races where bike handling is essential? have we gone too safety conscious that all turns must be gentle? are races planned Dan Daly style like this coming weekends Eagle Creek 500 where there are NO TURNS? its one big oval folks! No i don't think that everyone needs to be a demon through the corners, but in order to progress as a bike racer, you should have a minimal level of competence at turning your bike without screwing up the line, braking in the corner, etc. There was a dude from a certain chicago based, messinger originated , black and white kitted team in the 1/2/3 race at Kankakee that COULD NOT turn. This dude would over brake going in, screw up the line going through, then flat stand on it to get back in line and if i was behind him of course he would gap me off the wheels. Now its my own damn fault for getting gapped, but for god sake dude, we dont need to go through the turn at 17mph!
I was fortunate enough to have some clean air to run in a few times when i was attacking and got a good look through them and BLASTED it at full till. Curb to curb, tubbies on the edge of skipping, full gas on the exit, like a Crit Racer is supposed to turn. Of course i was smug seeing the carnage behind as the accordion was in full effect from my effort.
Over time, those that ride with me have seen me be able to dig deep. To go inside and find another speed, another degree of suffering. Brown County state park is such a place, another was some long training days in Mallorca. Cobb Park is certainly one of those places and for the first time in a few years, i was feeling the juice. I was a Crit Racer again for 45 min + 3 laps.
Here is how the racing shook out -
masters 30+ - i was working for Haas. Heavy turnout from Mack and Lucas Oil. I covered some stuff, and would launch the occasional attack to help narrow a gap or make a launching pad for Haas to counter off of. I went all in, light the whole match book and throw gas on it about 9 times in the race. I ended up getting dropped and sitting out a lap on 2 occasions, but they were not pulling guys so it was cool. Seems like every time i would come back from almost dropped or dropped, Haas was ready to give it another shot so i lit the candle again. My last efforts was with about 3 to go, so i bowed out of that one to watch the finish. He ended up in the top 10, after the break of 6 which lapped the field.
Cat 1/2/3 - there were only about 4 cat 1/2 riders, so they combined the 2 races - I was a Crit Racer again. I was totally cooked after the masters race and had even changed and packed up to head home. After guilting Haas into doing the 1/2 race and hearing it was combined, i decided i should race with him. I was able to comfortably ride in the front, this race was all about me. Hung out in the wheels, stayed smart, stayed cool. Prime lap - Smott takes it. Indeed i was beside myself, smiling ear to ear. Crit Racer. the pace dulls, what the hell - ATTACK. Blast through some turns, string it out, be the giver instead of the taker. I was even able to get right back in line with ease. All i needed was some Bolle sunglasses and a sweet Mullet and it was the Rich from years ago at Cobb Park on sunday. Very pleased with the day, but also living in reality that it may be a while for that to come together again.
Ride fast, Turn faster
Smoooooooooottt
Old Skool
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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I fully expect an edit to include the famous Cat 1-2 sign incident. Once I knew that you weren't down for the count, I have never laughed so hard in my life. You drooled on yourself for half an hour and screwed up the ultra sexy Specialized Sub-6 helmet that everyone was jealous of.
Indeed - an much needed editors note -
i was following Kenny Labbe around one year in the P/1/2 race. True - i was sporting the silver Special Ed sub 6 helmet that doubled as a fencing mask. Kenny was rolling up to turn 2 on the outside of some guys and of course i was not about to let him move up and not follow it, so i was outside of him. For whatever reason a large amount of braking took place un-expectedly and i was left with nowhere left to go but over the top of Kenny's rear wheel straight into a street sign. Shoved the hinge of my glasses straight into the side of my head and was gushing blood and drool for a bit. It was some funny shit.
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