“Swiss Stop bills its Yellow King compound as the ultimate carbon-specific rim, and apparently its brake pad chemists have cut some sort of deal with creatures from the underworld as we’ll be damned if we have any evidence to refute that claim. Braking on each of our carbon testers (we sampled four from four different manufacturers) was simply eye-opening as it was the first time we’d experienced braking quality that good on the stuff, wet or dry.”—www.cyclingnews.com - the world centre of cycling
little did i know there was a dark plan brewing to keep me away from doing the long ride. it was supposed to be my first long ride in months and i was psyching myself up like a caged animal. mike-the-teach, who’s been giving me hard time for not going long all season, inexplicably gets a flat and eugene and i had to stop because… well we all know how mike is an uptown girl who wouldn’t dare dirty his own hands changing his own tire.
we took the shortcut up the american can hill to meet up with the regular ride crew. before we got to the picket fence, there was a breakaway of half dozen riders already coming up the road. hammean, robert, jp, brian… all the usual suspects were there. trailing about 50m back was a small chase group and then the rest of the pack which we joined in at the back. the turn out was quite small today and i think we only had about a dozen guys or so in our group.
we kept the attackers in sight for a while but i think we knew we weren’t going to chase them down today. it’s the end of the season and most of us didn’t have the desire to maintain 30+ on a cold windy day. the ride was beautiful though. a special humanitarian award goes out to eugene for pushing guys up the hills so we can all stay and finish the ride together.
all in all, i would’ve been content with the day except i made a terrible mistake of trying to order breakfast at mcdonalds. it pains me to say this but listen alexis at the counter… it shouldn’t be such a mystery when customers order something straight from the menu (that’s the brightly lit sign hanging above your head). maybe i don’t understand all the intricacies involved in grabbing the correct items, placing them on a tray and receiving the money in return, but is that really something that should take 15 minutes per customer? i can sympathize with you that it’s an unrewarding career you found yourself in but how does it help you to make me repeat “medium size coffee with milk” 3 times before you finally wipe that blank stare from eyes and realize “hey, i think this guys wants me to get him some coffee!”. i gotta be honest with you, “i’m lovin’ it” didn’t exactly entered my mind as i was standing at the counter coming to terms with the fact that there are more painful experiences in life than hill sprint interval training.
“sometimes i think you’re too good for your own good. i honestly don’t think i can take that much abuse from the same person week after week. you’re taking the high road and i am certainly not suggesting a recourse here but… i wonder if mr. “i’ve never been wrong my whole life” is the type of guy who understands the difference between being decent and being weak. probably not. i recall once having to tell him “hey i didn’t sign up for your course. now leave me alone.” after being lectured beyond the point of my limits. he stopped picking on me after that.”—i wrote this email to a friend regarding mr. know-it-all on our ride
“The presidency of WADA is supposed to rotate between the two main branches of its governance structure, the IOC and national governments. Lamour was the chosen candidate of the European Union countries and many assumed that endorsement alone would almost guarantee his election. But the process is intended to be more open than that, and several non-EU countries informally promoted the candidacy of an alternate, Australian John Fahey, the former premier of New South Wales. “It’s supposed to be a democracy,” said U.S. Anti-Doping Agency chairman Travis Tygart. “I don’t understand why it’s a problem to have more than one candidate.” Remarkably, Lamour immediately backed out of the race to replace Pound, firing a stinging rebuke against the entire agency. “I don’t want to be president of this agency,” Lamour said. “WADA is discredited by the way it handled Fahey’s unexpected candidacy.””—
question: when you cough up about a pound of mucus on the road, how come you weigh the same after the ride? i believe it’s sympathy weight i gained after watching my own performance. i just don’t ride well when it suddenly turns this cold. having ridden only 3 times in more than a month doesn’t really help either.
the ride was pretty fast. i think we dropped a good chunk of riders before the first sprint. i was back to my regularly scheduled program of “hide and conserve” right from the start. despite my trying, there was no escaping the wind today.
robert single-filed us for the most of the ride. and when he finally turned it off, scott picked up the pace for the rest of the way. the pace was fast enough we caught otto’s group right at the end of the first sprint where we saw will and hammean battling it out to the line. most of the guys working against the wind at the front today were fantastic - junior, cleo, gotham guy (sergio?), that new guy on trek, etc.
the ride wasn’t sketchy but i still felt nervous the whole way as i usually do following a crash. the new zipp’s are fantastic but i think they lighten up the front end a little too much. i feel somewhat unbalanced on otherwise superbly stable setup and i get knocked around by the crosswind more so than even deeper 404’s. on the short climbs though, they make up for their shortcomings and i feel like getting a push from behind when i torque it.
aided by such sensation, i had a grand hope of stretching out the field on rt. 1 but when i took to the front my legs suddenly remembered their lack of miles over the last month or so and stopped working on the first hump.
i saw cleo jump to create a gap but i think he got swallowed up on the valley. there were some good sprinters at the finish and i wonder who cross the line first. but mostly i’m wondering how hard i would have to hit the rollers in the coming weeks to get back to something that remotely resembles acceptable level of fitness - an endeavor which i’m certainly not looking forward to.