As Eric Cook, Dave Goff, and I were making our way to registration table I felt as though I was going to have a lonely 20+ miles out there on the course not seeing any other mountain bikes let alone SS. With the usual pre-race preparations complete we made our way to the start line setting around the front 3rd of the field. When the gun went off I was at top speed with a few strokes of the crank as the back half of the field passed me like I was out cruising around on a Sunday ride. With in the first half mile we turned onto the gravel roads and now I had the advantage.
Despite some placing mix-ups in the results, I ended up getting 3rd place in the single speed category (but missed the podium picture opportunity).
The dirt roads started out a little wet and loose for the riders with skinny tires, so I was able to regain all that was lost and even caught a group that Eric was leading. As I hung on to the back of this group we started to pull away from the field behind us. Eric was trying to organize a push to catch the leaders but the group was too worried about racing each other. After about 8-9 miles of spinning out and bouncing off my saddle I realized I was going to blow myself up and not keep a good pace to make it to the end so I backed off a little and let the pack go. Reality is we got out on to some pavement and the pack left me behind to fight a stiff head wind for the next 6+ miles. I would periodically catch a dropped rider, draft off them for a rest and then move on.
A mile or two after the half way point there was an option for mountain bikes to take a shorter route on a rail trail. I thought good idea take it. Not sure if that was true or not. I traded a hill climb for riding down a 3/4 mile rail bed of loose 3-4 inch size rocks that had me cussing the whole way how stupid that it was to take. Note – don’t take the rail trail short cut.
Knowing I was on my way back toward he finish I put my head down and just spun away. Having riders insight to chase made it bearable to keep pushing ahead. I was able to pass 3-4 riders while trying to real in one more before the finish but he was able to slip away having the advantage on climbing the hill at the finish line. All in all it was fun and I even finished on the podium. Unfortunately they had some mistakes with the results so I wasn’t listed until the next day and didn’t get my picture with the rest of the finishers. I look forward to a repeat performance in the fall race.
A wonderful day in Waterford Michigan. Was cold at sunrise, but by the time the B race started, it was a nice 50ish degrees. For those who have not raced Waterford Hills, it is a motor sports race course of 1.5 miles with a couple of short hills and several interesting turns. The most challenging part are the cracks in the cement that can suck in your front tire and put you on the deck quickly if you panic…(so don’t panic!).
I am not a great road racer, but it makes me stronger, so I continue to get punished. I am trying to shake off the Lantern Rouge honor that was bestowed on me in 2011.
There were about 60 racers for the B race and, as with any road race, it is a race of attrition (physically and emotionally). I usually get completely freaked out by the knuckle heads who crash, but today, they all crashed behind me, so, although I heard several bikes hit the cement, I did not see them…made it easier on me.
Our race was 50 minutes plus 2 laps and featured some of the stronger riders from this area (Ann Arbor Velo Club, Flying Rhinos (race sponsors) and Team O2 were well represented.) I know some of these guys and was happy to be on the wheel of some guys I trusted and trained with.
I was very conservative for the first 40 minutes and tried to preserve as much energy as I could. When they posted 10 minutes left, I worked my way up to the first 10 racers. I could tell, they were willing to put me on the front, but I was not interested in falling for that fatal opportunity. As usual, it is significantly easier to be at the front of one of these races…I always forget that it is much smoother at the front.
With 2 laps to go, the front sat up and waited for someone to take the lead, but the group bunched up and no one bit. On the last lap, there was a nice steady push to the finish line and in the last 300 meters, a full on group sprint ensued. I was passed in the last 50 meters by a few guys but was happy to have finished in the top 3rd of this race. All is good…happy Easter and Passover. Jack Miner.
Today was the first of the Ann Arbor Velo Club’s Spring Training Series in an industrial park near the Airport in Ann Arbor. These races are great instructional races for beginning racers or racers who are dusting off their road skills. In this case, but then again it was April fool’s day, so, jokes on us! (Froze our behinds off). Jack 3’s “C” race was a 15 minute race plus 3 laps on a football-shaped oval on a slightly rolling 1 kilometer course. The race was quite gentlemanly, with no attacks off the front, but a very nasty crash on the final stretch. The finish was an uphill finish and the group was probably going 28 miles per hour when one of the guys went wide and took too much weight off his front wheel and lost control. I did not see the crash, so he may have been forced out of his tuck, but the result was the poor guy took out a mailbox and broke a 4×4 that the mailbox was on. A fire engine and 2 ambulances took care of him, he was sitting up, but did not seem to know what day it was. Pretty sure his helmet kept him in one piece to race another day. In the meantime, Jack did an excellent job of staying with the group and finished just off the back and loved every minute of it…I think we may have a candidate for next year’s development team!
My “B” was more than I could handle—and I knew it going in. The B race is cat 3/4 racers and I am a cat 4 on my best day. But giving Jack 3 some space was more important, so I worked up the nerve to join guys who have traditionally crushed me in other races. I thought this race was going to be 25 minutes plus 3 laps, but when we lined up, it was announced that it was a 30 minute plus 3 laps…I was not amused. In our first turn, one of the racers hit his pedal on the ground and took out at least 3 riders, I was able to steer clear and stay connected to the pack. (As in most of these cases, the group attacks just a little bit and a separation began.) I was able to fight on to the lead group and hang on for 20 minutes. There were two cyclists who worked together off the front and owned the group. In the final laps, I worked with some very talented cyclists (though, I use the term ‘worked with’ loosely as I probably only pulled 1 lap of the final 5 or so).
All in all, it was great as usual to be amongst some great riders and enjoyed the day with my son. It was a happy April Fool’s Day. Go Team Active powered by WSI.
After the finish of the Lowell 50 - with just a "little bit" of mud on my face. Great day on the bike!
On Saturday, March 30th four of us from the team traveled to Lowell, MI to race the Lowell 50 (http://www.thelowell50.com) gravel road race. The upper 70s of weeks past were nowhere to be found and the temperature gauge in the team van rad 35 when we got to the race to pick up our numbers. Chuck, David and I met at the shop and took the Team Active van to the race, flying “team colors” (and I must say it was pretty cool to show up in a “team vehicle” – the only one there, I might add). Derrick came down from Grand Rapids and met us at the race. He raced the 50-mile course, while the three of us opted for the 28 miler.
My race started out unusually well, finding me rolling out with the rest of the 28 mile group, even leading the pack for a bit while the course wound through a mixture of gravel and paved country roads. We reached the first hill (ouch!) and the reality of my “gravitational challenges” (i.e. the fact that I weigh 220 lbs.) quickly set in reality smacked me across my chilly face. I watched as rider after rider (yes, the skinny ones) passed me going up the hill. While somewhat discouraging, I knew we were only a few miles into the day, so there would be time to make up the gap – or so I hoped.
The race really turned out to be much more of a road race than last week’s Barry Roubaix, with the entire course 100% ridable (and fast). Even the dirt roads were hard-packed and on many of the stretches we had (muddy) pacelines of 23+mph. The group that passed me on the first hill got away and, despite trying to get some of the guys in the second group to form a chance and “hunt them down” I realized they were gone and the best I could do was to at least try and keep in control of the chase group and finish strong with this group of guys.
At about mile 8 Chuck (who was racing on a single-speed mountain bike) caught up to me and we rode for a bit. He was riding really strong, but the fact that he had only one gear really hindered his ability to keep up on the downhills, as well as the faster paved road paceline riding. I’m not sure how he did it, given that I used all of my gears for this race, as there were big hills that required the “granny gear” but then topped out on the road just like on a road bike. My cyclocross bike performed flawlessly, which unfortunately was not the case with porr Derrick who battled technical issues on the cyclocross bike he borrowed (and rode 50 miles). Poor guy, but something tells me a cyclocross bike may be in his future…
Anyway, back on with the race. I made some good pulls, bridged some large gaps to catch some stragglers between the lead group and the chase group. At around mile 18 I took off (again, nobody from the group joined me) and caught a guy on a mountain bike from Freewheel Cycling. He was hauling and had been out in front for several miles on his own. The good news is he was a fellow “big guy” and we joked about how these guys that don’t have the luxury of tipping the scales in the 200+ range just don’t know what it’s like to really ride a bike. As is the case with big guys, we kept out front for another couple of miles swapping turns pulling for the other until we got to another big-arse hill. The chase group caught up about 3/4 of the way up the hill, but this time I was able to hang on and regroup with them at the top. Coming back down the backside I made up most of my places and it wasn’t going to be long until the finish line.
There was one more long stretch of road and we were cruising along at a decent pace. My “big” friend put in a massive pull at the front and gave me some much-needed rest and then I took a turn at the front. However, the rest of the group seemed satisfied about sitting on our wheels and taking in the draft. I guess this is one of the things that is somewhat aggravating about road racing is the “mental games” that are involved, as I’d much rather go out and hammer and let the fastest person win. In this case, I knew there were a lot of guys behind me that were keeping “fresh” thanks to our work, but decided I wasn’t going to worry about it and just pressed on. Guess that’s why I like triathlons and mountain bike racing since your results are largely based on YOUR performance. But, that’s bike racing…
Coming into the finish we again crossed one of the two scenic covered bridges that we went through on the way out, so I knew we were getting close. I was sitting in #2 position behind another cyclocross guy that came around with about 500 yards to go and. I timed my jump well enough to get past him, but there were two other guys behind me that had been “enjoying the ride” for the past couple of miles, so their legs were better prepared to get them across the line in front of me. I ended up coming in 3rd in the group sprint, despite that for the last 50 yards every pedal stroke caused my legs to cramp.
Crossing the line I was very pleased at my performance for the day. I was still cramping with every pedal-stroke, so kept on riding until the pain went away. I had a couple of guys come up to me while “cooling down” and comment on what a good ride I had (they must have been some of the beneficiaries of my “pulls” for the day), which made me feel good. Looking over the results, I came in at 1:34:33 for 5th place in the 40-49 category and 6th place had the same time as me (so the sprint finish must have been a close one – I had no idea, as I was focused on getting across the line). It was a great day of racing and was nice to get back into competition. This was my first race of the season and was pretty cool to see the WSI/Team Active kit, even it it was “only” four of us.
~Eric
Results Sumary
Eric Cook – 5/26 (Age 40-49) 1:34:33 – Avg. Speed 17.77 – 28 miles
Chuck Brenner – 3/6 (Single Speed) 1:40:25 – Avg. Speed 16.73 – 28 miles
David Goff – 9/22 (Age 30-39) 1:42:26 – Avg. Speed 16.40 – 28 miles
Derrick O’Brien – 5/13 (Age 20-29) 2:46:01 – Ave. Speed 18.07 – 50 miles
No one ever wants to follow Jack’s eloquently stated race reports, but here it goes: firstly, my wife is incredibly curious as to how Jack has any recollection of the pain of childbirth. Secondly, the lost 12 lbs. are not lost: I found them!
The race itself was as expected. Rough and tough due to a lack of riding over the winter months. The uphills were horrid but I pedaled through it, keeping in mind the words of Dory from Nemo “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…”
My race time was 2:31, and I did not even check to see what place I was in. I was a winner for finishing, right? At one particular corner I was greeted enthusiatically with a duck call (that was a first in my racing expriences) and later got to meet and find out the identity of the mystery duck caller. Apparently he can only be a good luck charm for one person at a time and today wasn’t my day.
There was a great Team Active/WSI showing. And a big thanks to Jack for bringing the rehydration beverages for post race.
