“Tinker Juarez: Well, Cannondale has asked me what my plans are when this deal ends. They are being nice about it, but I’m starting to get hint. They want me to have future plans. I just want to make it to 50.”—This Just In
Deutsche Telekom AG has stopped its sponsorship of T-Mobile Team, effective immediately, it announced Tuesday afternoon. However, High Road Sports Inc., the team management company, said that “its elite men’s and women’s cycling teams will continue racing in 2008 after T-Mobile has ended its engagement. The teams will now be known as ‘Team High Road’.”
this was another tough one for me. i don’t think my legs could carry 4 straight days of riding. they were heavy and they hurt. a lot. with each pedal stroke. it also didn’t help that i barely got 3 hours of sleep last night and my hr was noticeably high.
the weather was kind enough though. i actually had to take off a layer before we rolled out of the parking lot. whatever energy i had on reserve was spent before the ride even began when i had to ride ahead of the pack to my piss stop.
i kept expecting the same old move to come from rob or hammean on rt.22 but it never did. instead it was a newcomer city guy on raleigh who was doing most of the pulling at very respectable pace. i was glad to sit in as long as i could.
charged up with a false sense of conserved energy from a relatively relaxed pace up to that point, i gave it a go on the picket fence climb hoping to thin out the pack. hammean towed 4 other guys pass me at the top to form the first breakaway of the day. the move was short lived however. we were soon joined by another dozen or so riders and the group was simply too big to work together effectively.
the pack behind us was no slouch either. it helps to have guys like juan, pete and clarence to bridge up to the attackers once the road flattens out. we may have shed few riders but for the most part we were pretty much gruppo compacto the whole way.
my legs were completely stalling out on me by the time we hit the poggio. i just burned few milligrams of fumes i had left on the tank trying to string out the pack on rt.1 but i couldn’t managed that either. the pace i was setting was pretty ridiculous. just as i popped, hammean launched a surprise attack. i thought he might have a chance to stay away with guys swerving around the otto’s group being overtaken but i hear the sprinters caught him before the line with brian finishing first.
“we asked eisele if rebels did not occasionally infiltrate their group, wild modernists who might want to change the starting time or the route, or want to cut up or race. “no,” he denied, with obviously wounded pride. “none of those things.” does the trip get monotonous? no! you’d be surprised at how much the scenery has changed in 40 years. anyway, we’re out to ride bikes, not look at scenery!”—this is my favorie quote fro eisele sr. from the picture below.
it’s all subjective. i felt that it was about 10 time warmer than yesterday morning. i was indeed properly dressed for sub-30 weather, having learned a valueable lesson 24 hours earlier when i almost suffered hypothermia. others were claiming it was 10 times colder as yesterday. no matter. the ride must go on… only if we can find our way out of the traffic nightmare in front of the macy’s.
i was desperately hoping for an easy ride. my legs still felt heavy from my very rare excursion to the long ride and let’s face it… it’s too damn late in the season to muster any sort of intensity. of course jp and robert forgot we’re only few days away from december and charged on ahead on rt.22. they didn’t really attack either. they just set a hard enough pace that the group would eventually crack before we even reached rt.433. the real question is… what the hell was i doing there?
the group was mostly lead by jp, rob and guy. the rest of us were just hanging on, trying to find more opportunities to skip our pulls. i was struggling and my mind started to play that self fulfilling prophecy game. i was making up new excuses to drop out of the breakaway quicker than these guys could pedal.
jp up the pace on the double-whammy after my brief pull and i got shelled. i didn’t even ask my legs to respond. i simply folded and watch them ride away over the top. it was time to start a new game. can i keep those guys in sight until the finish without getting caught by the chasing pack?
i had a good margin over the chase group. i only caught a glimpse of them at the midway sprint point. and they were definitely not chasing me down because i managed to finish ahead of them. not the best day to enjoy half the ride in no man’s land, but you do what you can to keep the ride interesting for yourself and, obviously, to keep yourself from freezing.
i’m looking forward to much warmer day tomorrow. time to stretch and massage 3 consecutive days of winter miles away from the legs.
American rider Saul Raisin, who had been hoping to come back to racing after suffering severe head injuries and falling into a coma last year, has announced that despite his miraculous recovery, his pro cycling career is over
you can thank otto and jesse for the ridiculously beautiful 60 degree weather today. they were the only two riders who showed up on the unemployment ride this tuesday and braved the cold rain. in return the weather god had blessed us with mild temperature and a great turn out.
virtually everyone went ‘regular’ today in keeping with the tradition and everyone had a big smile on their faces catching up with one another. every year this special ride feels the same and makes you look forward to the next year’s thanksgiving. it’s like the hallmark card version of the gimbel’s ride on lifetime channel. people greet each other, stop to help those who flatted and lend a helping hand on the climbs.
for those who couldn’t make it to the ride this morning, you missed the great final kick by otto. he put his head down and won by 5 bike lengths leaving the sprinters in his dust.
a big shout out for everyone who came out today. in particular i would like to recognize special agents in charge juan and pete for handling your assignments beyond our expectation.