Crit Racer..

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

chickenride

ride report...
i suck.
guys that actually ride bikes went fast

for sale:
50cm cannondale system six
full SRAM Red group
SRAM SRM
mavic kyserium equipe wheels ( low mileage)
$2500 or a few grams of coke so i can go party with Boonen

Empty Spaces

Pink Foyd had a song about empty spaces. BKW has had posts about a space for you rig, a wall or a room, or what-have-you. i am fortunate enoug to have a modest bike room with way too much stuff piled into it as i am a packrat.

there are some classics, such as the 50th anniversary paramount that was my first REAL race bike, that is now the trusty steed for my wife. there is a super nice dual suspension Haro on loan from Tawse. there is my super slick Colian track bike with an old school curve in the top tube. there is my state of the art Cannondale with full SRAM Red and SRM, and so on and so on. i recently sold my old cross bike, the pumpkin has been passed on. for those of you that knew my old cross bike, it was a pile of extra parts, 2 sizes too big for me, but it was orange and it had character (and as a side note it ripped it on the knobstone trail in indiana). she will be missed, but i have a sleeker lighter replacement filling her shoes already. the issue here is an empty hook. a place to park one of my stable-mates. could this be a new project rig? a single speed? or better yet a 29er to romp around at Palos wit the crew?

my friends, i have every cyclists dream problem and every cycle-spouses nightmare... i need a new project rig.

Things i have learned on my commute...

Wednesday the group rode out from the city to the Chickenride, Bos and i were chatting about all the interesting things we have learned on our commute.
I could put a blurb in here about how this is no intended to harm anyone, or intended to be stereotypical, but lets face it - most stereotypes out there were self imposed and self proliferated.
here is the list...

Most car sold in the inner city, especially Pontiacs and Buicks do not come with Turn Signals

Inner city school have a hard time teaching the alphabet - we hear " A A A A A A" quite a bit when riding. We should focus some efforts on teaching the full alphabet, i try to do my share by coaching them and saying " B B B B"

There must be a Chicago share a bike program that we have not heard of, again we hear " hey gimme your bike" quite a bit

The vision of residents is impaired in the early morning, as they tend to wander out into traffic frequently - on accident I'm sure.

Plastic bottling has not yet reached Chicago, as is evident by the multiple piles of glass in the roads - see next reference for another theory...

Alternate glass theory - in effort to reduce littering on the roads, residents smash and grind down glass bottles to get them back onto the earth's soil. ( i have often pondered how hard it would be to collect these glass piles and relocate them onto area basketball courts so athletes of all kinds can share in the experience of dodging glass, i hate keeping it all to myself as a cyclist)

The bike lane is an excellent place to double park your car and lay on the horn when picking up people in the mornings. I'm sure area neighbors enjoy this, and i especially love having to dart into traffic when traffic invades the bike lane.

for those of you reading that may be under the age of 18 - please have your parents skip this next entry - The hookers on Washington Blvd only come out after 7:30am, and the warmer the weather, the more there are. I rarely see any when i go in early, and when i was wearing tights it was only the occasional one solicitor. Now that its shorts and short sleeves, they are out in force. Now by contrast, the ones i see off of Homan and Fulton going home are much more plentiful, and must have taken the advanced sales classes as they will impose conversation unlike those on Washington that just walk back and forth.

Churches makes great spots to change flats if you need to do so on the commute. They provide a slight sense of sanctuary and i feel less likely that the rest of my bike will be removed from my possession compared to when I'm changing flats in front yards.

That's all for now... happy weekend to all!!!

Smoked...

The excuse list is as follows:
1 - didn't eat enough for lunch
2 - still tired from the Bone Ride
3 - went too hard on the way out to the ride
4 - shouldn't have gone for that sprint
5 - must be flat legs today
6 - blah blah blah

Facts - i sucked yesterday
i probably suck even more today

Big wednesday - rode in, rode out, attempted to do the chicken - had a minor seismic implosion on the return trip. By the Numbers - 5 hrs 15 min, 2754kj, 130km, 1 meltdown

I will post some pics and tales on the chickenride web page later. Look for the New Column - Pro of the week interview on the Chicken page

Richy's Bone Ride

For a full ride summary go to http://chickenride.blogspot.com/
to read the full version.
I rolled my Zipp 404 Tubies to help save energy where ever possible.
The ride out was pretty low key, a light to mild west / northwest wind kept things under control.
It was about 4:30 to get into Madison with the wind holding us up. I had polished off 2 bottels, 2 cliff bars, a flask of hammer gel, and 2 packages of sport beans on the way up, i felt like i was ahead of the game again this year. I picked up a footlong from Subway and a big coke to keep the caffeine rolling in me. The ride home wasn't bad, but i had some spots where i was uncomfortable. Our group was caught about 25 miles after we left by a handful of other guys. With the tailwind we were able to roll around 23-24mph pretty easy, but guys constantly wanted to push that up to 26 or more, and with the rollers we encounter close to Madison, i was not as comfy as i had hoped. I think between maybe 170km and 200k i felt the worst, but the BP we stop at for a quick refuel cam up quick which helped moral a TON! that BP is at 200km, and is a huge mental landmark for the ride. It marks about 30 miles to go, and it is also the scene of my complete meltdown in 2006. Personally i like to see the BP, but i only want to stay long enough to recycle fluids and keep moving. We opted for a unique route back into town courtesy of a local guy we know, and that helped mix things up as well. Once we got to about 7 or 8 miles to go, everyone was feeling relief, and the mood was mellow and improving as we neared the finish.
I would say that this year was one of the best rides we have had in the last few years of doing this. It was good to see some old friends for the ride, and i can only say thanx a million to my Ed, and to the guys at SRAM.

Details -
250km - 155 miles
7:57:52 of wheels turning
I did beat last years time with 2:05 of not pedaling!
4483 total KJ burnt ( not bad with 2 hrs not pedaling)
time out was just about 4:30, so that makes 3:30 for the ride home.

Consumed 4 bottles of Gatorade, 3 bottles of water, 2 cokes during the ride, 3 cliff bars, 2 flasks of Hammer Gel, 3 bags of Sport beans, on footlong sandwich, bag of doritos, and a big coke for lunch!


Some of the guys wanted some Starbucks before we rolled out, but Bos was quick to spot the baskin-robbins and i grabbed a chocolate shake for the trip to kenosha area for some fine dinning at Culvers. Noting says recovery like a butter burger.

Now we have just 363 days left till the Bone Ride 2009!!

Final Prep

The original plan was to get out for Monsters of the Midway crit on saturday - plans went south on that and given that the Bone Ride is now Hours away - i opted to get out for some distance.
I ended up with 3.5 solo, and felt pretty good cruising through a new loop out by Lisle, swooping through a section of Naperville, before turning north to get thru Wheaton, and heading due east thru Glen Ellyn (FYI The Bike Shop has a new home north of the RR tracks in Glen Ellyn Now), Lombard, Villa Park, Elmhurst, etc. Good loop, i added some extra time on the zoo path.

Finally i rode in today - will get a casual pedal home tonight, take Tuesday off (gotta taper ya know!) - then a final tune of the rig for the EARLY wed Am departure.

I don't know why I'm nervous about the ride this year but i am. Same game plan as always - HIDE for the ride up, and only pedal when you have to on the way home. I'm going to see if i can break last years numbers of not pedaling for 2 hrs of the event.

From here - its just a matter of rolling the dice!

the 5/14 chicken and 4 days till Bone

it was a light turnout of the usual suspects for this weeks edition of the Chicken. A calm crown rolled out toward the theaters, and good conversation was had by all. On the roll into the Romeoville sprint, it was easy to see the group was in no hurry to get there. I gassed it at about 350m and only Bos and Todd came in tow. Bos made quick work of me and punched it past at around 100m to go for the points there. The 3 of us regrouped and continued to roll, which nullified the usual Tawse attack into extra time. Tawse did take advantage of the tailwind, and attacked the group that was rolling bar to bar to get about a 5 sec advantage at the u turn.
We were very thoughtful and left Scooter out there to marinate in the headwind up until the Natural break at frontage road. We had a nice rotating line from there, it was a bit choppy-er than usual, and seemed to be victim of the 'fast-slows'. The roll up Wolf was pretty Piano, but i fell victim to the skinny kids that gassed it hard core up the hill at Joliet Rd. I was left in the fodder and have no idea who took the V. Lousy Skinny Kids. I will warn you all, dont take the sprinter to the right hander on Plainfield Rd!

Now for the Bigger task - Bone Ride 2008
On wednesday May 21 we will ride (weather permitting) from Milwaukee, Wi, to Madison, Wi, consume an extra large coke and a footlong something rather from Subway, and ride back to Milwaukee. Its 160 Miles. 260km. A LOOOONG day in the saddle.
On paper, i have enough long rides in to make it through, but there are a LOT of variables.
Weather, wind, turnout, etc that can influence it. Im hoping to get my 'you finished' hug from ED again this year.

I will keep you all updated

Fat Kid - Out

Heckelers...

Anyone who rides a bike has been in a situation with Hecklers. It could be people in a car, on the street, etc, etc. For those that commute to work on the bike, it can be an almost daily occurrence. As a young punk i was quick to throw up a finger and blurt out some witty sarcastic garbage. As an old punk, I'm too lazy to lift the finger and i hold my witty tongue or mumble it underbreath. I have certainly learned over the years that ignoring hecklers can be one of the most offensive responses to them as their goal is to get a rise out of me.

Today was unique for me, it was a POSITIVE heckle, i wouldn't even really call it a heckle of the truest sense. Rolling past a neighborhood bus stop not too far out my place, a guy waiting gave me the head nod and asked " saving gas?" i responded - "yep - I'm tryin" .. now here is what really blew my away because i thought that was going to be all the exchange .. he says "cool, way to go" Needless to say, it was a VERY unexpected morning exchange, and it set a pretty positive tone for my ride in today, and gave me some good time to think of this post.

Gone Racin'

so i threw my hat in the ring this weekend for the first time in 2008. It was a crit fairly close by in Vernon Hills that was advertised as flat with 4 corners. All good.
I signed up for the Masters 1/2/3 and the Cat 3 events - might as well REALLY torture myself right???
The layout was righthanders with Turn 1 a sweeper, #2 a semi tightish semi downhill turn into more narrow lanes, which was fine as the wind was crosswind here, so all were gutterballing in the right side, next for Turn 3 was a 90 degree righthander able to take at speed, and 4 was a sweeper that kind of kinked back right, so those on the outside had to pay attention.
The Masters race started out pretty quick, we had 4 representing from Albertos.
On the 3rd or 4th attempt it looked like the break of the day would be established, but it was more of a split than a break. We had Stathy and Zionts up the road, Haas was cooked from a prior effort to get there, so he and I were sitting behind. We saw a good opportunity as a few guys were ramping up some speed, there was a good spot on the homestretch so i tried to launch B across the gap. I gassed it the whole front stretch and swung off to give him a section to get there - he unfortunately didn't make it, and that effort was a beautiful attack off the back for me when the field came by. I sat up and soft peddled, and hopped back in when they came around again. i hung tight for a bit, and again the 2nd group was restless and starting to narrow the gap on a slowing 1st group. It was late in the race, so i think the front group was starting to think about saving it for the finish. The announcer said 4 to go, so i figured if there was any shot of getting Haas up there it better be soon. I got him in tow and launched a full out effort between turn 2 and 3, swung wide and gave him a clean look thru the turn. He has one in tow so i really hoped that was the ticket. (turns out that was over 650w for 30 sec, not shabby) That was all for me as i came by with 3 to go, i wanted to see the finish. No luck again for Haas, stuck out in no mans land for the finish.
On a positive note Stathy was 4th and Zionts was 5th, i believe Zionts won the 40+ division.

Cat 3 race was larger, but way more herky jerky. It was all gas, then all brakes. Not much slower than the masters race, but after about 30 minutes of 2-3 sprints per lap, my day was done. Nothing to write home about here.
All said and done i got about 90 minutes of hard racing in, and i was very happy to be able to help out the team instead of just holding on for dear life.

3 reasons why i ride

what a great day for a bike walk with the fam!
we did 5 km in 26 minutes and i LOVED it

for those youngsters at home THIS is what it means to have a recovery ride

Roll Call -

I will keep this brief - i am still cross eyed from the Chicken - look for posts at www.chickenride.blogspot.com

April -
26 rides
53 hrs
1190 km
25020 kj
currrent weight - 186 - just got off the scale

Not bad - i might survive Bone Ride 2008 after all

Euro Sunday and the Roger Hamond Ride

we gathered at the WS 'Bucks sunday for a big outing out west. The crew needed a good long one to prep for the Bone in less than 4 weeks now. Pete had great route west that took us out thru Fermi lab and then north into St Charles. Like almost every other time i have been on the Fermi lab ride - there was a headwind on the way out. We rolled bar to bar with some good turns taken by all. There was good conversation and not too many leg cracking efforts. King had to get back early, so he and Tom rolled back just after getting to the 7-11 on the west side of Fermi. We continued north to st charles where Pete put a huge turn in to crack some legs just as we rolled into town.. Glad he knew where the finish line was... lol. In town we took a mid ride 'Bucks stop; a rarity with the WS crew, but appreciated by myself. It allowed for a natural break and a refuel on fluids as well as caffeine. We talked about how it was the Euro ride as over there, many of the rids go from cafe to cafe en route. Chris McKenney told a story about how one year he was among the tourists to pre-ride the Roubaix route with Roger Hammond and how Roger planned the day around cafes and such. The group was asked if they were racing the coming weekend, apparently all pointed Rogers direction and acknowledged he was the real racer.
We rolled out of the 'Bucks and enjoyed a sweet tailwind towards home. Pete and Matt put in some monster pulls and i was quite content to sit on their wheels as one of the times i came through with Matt and said we needed to lift off a gear otherwise my pull would be about 2 minutes instead of 10. It always suprises me how cooked you can get with a big tailwind, it seems like it would be a cakewalk, but the HR goes up in a hurry and by the time i got home at the 4 hour mark, i was not very excited to stand up out of the saddle any more.

Great route, great ride and thanx to the guys for showing up for a big sunday effort.

Should have known better..

I have a weekend update to come, but for now the tale of my thursday commute..
AM was beautiful, the PM was to have a 30% chance of showers. Now i have chanced it a few times this year and won.. hell any MLB batter that's hitting .750 would be a rock star. So on the fourth attempt to beat mother nature, i lost. There were some light showers early in the afternoon, but at 10 till leaving time the wife confirmed no rain in the burbs, so i decided to launch out. Just some light road spray was no worries for me, it was still warm with a light cross tailwind. One small section of sprinkles got me damp, but not bad. No i should have known better, since i have been riding for 20 some years, that at the first sign of wetness, pull on the rain cape. It was in my backpack, and it would be less than 60seconds to stop, pull it on and get going again, but i had fallen into commuter syndrome - just 'wanting to make the next light green'
I made it to Austin - and it started POURING, with a nasty wind shift, and falling temps.
I found an overhang as soon as possible to pull on the cape, but the damage was done, soaked.
Had i been smart and put it on earlier, i probably would have been able to finish the ride home. Instead my sister was getting ready to leave work, so i met her at Proviso East and she gave me a courtesy ride home.
Lesson learned - put it on at the first sign of wetness.

chicken ride.... grande edition.

another excellent day for the big trip. it was a bit breezy on the roll into work, but a VERY nice tailwind on the way out. I was unlucky and flatted on the roll out of the city, but was fortunate enough to be in front of the SRAM guys. the scooped me up into the fold just as i was finishing the tire change. We made a quick stop at the former starting grounds of the namesake ride - now changed over to a 7-11, grabbed some liquids and fuel and continued to the Chicken Coop.
we must have had 20 on the roll out from Scott's, and it was a pretty snappy stroll out, bar to bar with long pulls being made by most. Everyone is quick in the tailwind. On the turnaround, we finally got the paceline cooking, but there were a lot of Indians and not enough chiefs to keep it fast. finally we got it cooking pretty good, i was in a serious spot of difficulty when i was able to roll back on at a red light. it was pretty clear who was cooked and who had gas left. I decided to throw in the whole matchbook towards the end and help out a few guys that were keeping things fast. Unfortunately it was the 'help out the group 30m off the front' move that left me high and dry and provided little amusement for the group. Somehow i gutted it out up the Joliet hill, which was quite piano for some reason, and the whipping began into the last turn. Brian Haas did a lion's share pull as always, and Pistol Pete set me up well for the final pop.
A vanilla bean frapp was my reward for flogging myself, and also served as dinner for the day. I gathered my backpack and strapped on the lights back at the Chicken Coop and Ritzler and i rolled it home.
Over 4 hours in the saddle for the day, over 2300kj an 130 km overall - - LOVE IT

In and Out

Earth day seemed to be a good reason to ride to work again, it was a lovely day, a bit breezy but not bad at all. AM temps were mild, with the promise of 70's for the roll home. The rain threat held off, and i enjoyed a nice roll back to the burbs, catching an unusual of lights in the green position!
Got home to receive a text that the wife just was rolling out for a neighborhood ride with the trailer and little men in tow. It was VERY nice to cruise the hood and see the boys pointing at airplanes and generally chillin out. ended up with over 1200kj for the day! Very happy i have the ability, facilities and roads to get the commute in - at an hour each way, its perfec to load up on some hours for the month.

5 Hr wednesday and F%^*&%ing windy!!!

I could get used to this... 5 hours on a school night?? the plan - ride in to work, ride out to Scott's - do the chickenride - strap on the lights and ride home. The forecast? 70 degrees by mid-day and winds 30-35mph from the south (the warm westher had to get here somehow right??)
The commute in was mellow, breezy but fine. I loaded up on fluids and a bar for the roll out, i was hoping to meet up with the SRAM-ies, but they rolled early to avoid having to double time it with the wind. I rolled solo, which was fine because i could eat my 'lunch' without worrying about weaving into one of them. Got to Scotts, it was warm, shorts and i could have got away with short sleeves. topped off fluids and grabbed a vest for later. The roll out was bar to bar, no one was too eager to bust it as we headed S by SW, oh yeah, straight into the headwind. Nature break at the turnaround, got the group rolling pretty well until Tawse TAGGED a huge rock in the road, thought he was fine, i told him to give it 5, sure enough, had to park the group for a quick tube change.
Spunkienes ensued as everyone is a hero in a cross tailwind. for some crazy reason, through the 'esses' on wolf rd, we ended up with a small group, and decided to keep it rollin. Big Matt was taking Godzilla pulls so i was certainly content to sit tight. Pete rocked it up Joliet hill and was certainly GONE, but he sat up, Mike Herr and i busted it up to him and took the right hander onto plainfield with just our trio. Mike swung off almost immediately, which was a brilliant move on his part forcing me to take point, he claims he didnt want to get in the way. Just as i curled my index finger around my SRAM Red shifter for the punch, Pete blasted past me, and it took north of 1300w to start to bring him back. I got to his rear wheel and thought i would run out of road, but he looked under his right shoulder for some reason, the left side was the sheltered side, it was a complete Zabel moment for him as i still possess an ability to stretch my front wheel an extra 5 feet with a well placed bike toss pimping him for the line. Let me again clarify that Pete was GONE on the hill if he chose to, so to steal a phrase from Enmark, don't spike the ball if you are beating retards, i wold say that Pete GAVE me a chance to stay in the hunt by waiting, and i never look a gift horse. well, anywhere on the horse!
Roll call???
5 hrs - 130km - 2297kj .. yes ..it was a WEDNESDAY
Fat kid - OUT like a light tonight!

Punched in the Kaiser

Rick called me today to se if i could get out for a ride. The wife was oncall so at first i said nope. With some juggling, i was able to sneak out after all. I have been fighting a stomach bug for a few days ( read can get too far from the bathroom in a sitting position) and i was finally felling better, so i figured since it was sunny i'd enjoy getting out.
There was a nasty N - NE wind, so we rolled out west down the tracks, looped out past Benedictine U and thru the neighborhoods back up 59th st and home.
I felt ok going out, but anytime the road turned up and once we caught the headwind, the signs of being dehydrated, and i was getting a severe punch in the Kaiser from him. He encouraged me, but the efforts hurt to get it done.
Glad i got out - another 30 miles in the book 1:45 rolling and north of 1100kj was good by me.

Fat Kids Camp

We set out on the journey south to the island of Evansville in search of sun and mild temp.
we arrived to drizzle and high 40's - not quite ideal
Friday got a decent 2 hours or so, but had to deal with some flooded roads and some turn around, so we got about 35miles.
Saturday we opted to skip the early group ride and head out when the temps warmed up a bit.
We rolled on our own for a few hours, and we determined that E-ville has a TON of rollers, and not a lot of long sections of flats. Now there are no monster climbs, but certainly enough opportunities to claim the boss of the bergs title if you choose to. We looped back around and met up with the afternoon group ride, which was all of 5 people i think. They were pretty unorganized, and instead of welcoming another hand full of people to pull along in the winds, they choose to stay pretty unorganized, so we left their company after an hour or so. Diesel Dave has not logged many miles this season, so the bubble burst at about mile 50, and he was done thrashing it and we settled into a more reasonable pace, since there was only 3 of us, and plenty of headwind roads separating us and home. I took a pretty good 10 min pull, was pretty happy with the efforts of the day, and was very pleased to roll in with 5.5 hrs and about 85 miles on the day.
Sunday was the biggie. We headed out to the AM group ride that had some heavy hitters, so i stayed tucked in and pretty attentive for the early part of the ride. Once we realized that they were going to take it pretty mellow, i was more than happy to get my nose dirty at the front.
we had about 2.5 hrs with them, then rolled through town to the other side of E-Ville to meet up with the afternoon ride. There was a good lunch stop at Hucks, and found that Lunchables make a great ride treat. The afternoon ride looked to be a good group and was a bit more organized than the previous day, but again, winning the group ride at all costs is a theme down there. Apparently its perfectly acceptable to drop and / or strand your fellow riders, as long as you won the ride. One guy rolled off the front and shortly after a small group began to chase. I was content to sit tight and see where it went to. I realized they were not gaining any ground, so i put in a pretty good effort to bridge up to him, realizing that Trent was only able to hold my wheel for half of that ride, and i was now locked in the whipping blocks of skinny dude in a very rolling section of roads. Coming around a bend, i saw what was going to hurt lots, a nice stair step climb for about 600-700m. I hung tight and gave it all the gas i could to stay on his wheel, i rolled the top next to him, and swung off calling it a success to stay there. The boys finally rolled up to me, and after being 'Thanked' for starting the whole mess, Dave disclosed that the no-miles-then-add-uber-miles had wrecked havoc on his achilles. we rolled in with our own small group, and had a successful 100miles at 6.5 hrs.
Monday we all had signs of wear. My legs were HEAVY, Dave's achillies was not feling much better, and im sure Trent was pretty cooked as well, although he was holding it together pretty good. We rolled pretty mellow, and even got in a doughnut stop for good measure to reinfore the fat kids camp theme. I think all said and done we had about 15miles and 90 minutes rolling.
No doubt a great camp as usual, good weather, good miles, and many many jokes were had.
here are a few snaps from camp...

March Roll call

I will keep it simple here:

17 workouts
21 hrs
9489 total KJ
482km
down 2 lbs