Silverton RR 5/28/6
55 miles of CONSTANTLY rolling terrain in intermittent rain.
Synopsis: I dropped myself. I’m hilarious.
The race started and I was sitting in the wheels, already impressed with the fast early pace of the race. I thought about how I do well in races: I sit in all day, do no work and then finish fast. I was thinking about how that’s lame. It’s cool when you need the points and then it works and you get the points. And, I should mention that there are risks involved, but still, it’s kind of lame. Since I was just doing this race to get a good workout and see how other 3’s are doing, I decided to be a different rider for the day.
Once my legs had been brutally warmed up by the first few fast rollers, I got to the front and became one of the 5 or 6 riders that, for whatever reason, were drilling it. I took pulls very eagerly and generously and, I hope, paid a little Cat 3 dues before becoming a 2. This went on for 25 miles. I was feeling good. With us going so fast, there were no even-momentarily-successful breakaway attempts. I would just stay at or near the front up the climbs, fill gaps quickly and then hammer down the descents (I’m a fatty so I’m good at that).
Then, halfway through the second lap, I pulled through, rotated out and then, well, I started to drift. Engineering couldn’t get me any more power to the helm. Nobody was attacking, just, all of a sudden I couldn’t hang with the pace that I was helping to set. Then they were gone. Just like that. Dropped.
The good news (sorry, Hilbrandt) is that we had destroyed so much of the field that I rode the last 25 miles of the race like a training ride and still got like 25th out of like 60 starters. Attrition, baby. My tactics today were like those of a guy that opens fire on a crowd and then turns the gun on himself when the cops come. All in all, a great workout.
Synopsis: I dropped myself. I’m hilarious.
The race started and I was sitting in the wheels, already impressed with the fast early pace of the race. I thought about how I do well in races: I sit in all day, do no work and then finish fast. I was thinking about how that’s lame. It’s cool when you need the points and then it works and you get the points. And, I should mention that there are risks involved, but still, it’s kind of lame. Since I was just doing this race to get a good workout and see how other 3’s are doing, I decided to be a different rider for the day.
Once my legs had been brutally warmed up by the first few fast rollers, I got to the front and became one of the 5 or 6 riders that, for whatever reason, were drilling it. I took pulls very eagerly and generously and, I hope, paid a little Cat 3 dues before becoming a 2. This went on for 25 miles. I was feeling good. With us going so fast, there were no even-momentarily-successful breakaway attempts. I would just stay at or near the front up the climbs, fill gaps quickly and then hammer down the descents (I’m a fatty so I’m good at that).
Then, halfway through the second lap, I pulled through, rotated out and then, well, I started to drift. Engineering couldn’t get me any more power to the helm. Nobody was attacking, just, all of a sudden I couldn’t hang with the pace that I was helping to set. Then they were gone. Just like that. Dropped.
The good news (sorry, Hilbrandt) is that we had destroyed so much of the field that I rode the last 25 miles of the race like a training ride and still got like 25th out of like 60 starters. Attrition, baby. My tactics today were like those of a guy that opens fire on a crowd and then turns the gun on himself when the cops come. All in all, a great workout.
posted by MCB at 7:59 PM
3 Comments:
Wait, I don't get it this is how I always race on the road. What's wrong with attacking like hell all the time........ OH, that's why I get dropped and earn no points and remain a 4.
WAIT whoa, what was that last part about opening fire on the crowd and turning the gun on himself?? Maybe you have been playing too much GTA!!!!
GTA??? man it's all about Counter-Strike/Half-Life.
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