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DNF versus DFL Demons

West Branch Road Race is hard enough (1500 feet of climbing per lap) without the wind being mixed in.  Add low temperatures (High 40s at start time) and rain and you have a combination that makes the primary pre-race discussion in the pits about; leg warmers or no, hat, no hat?  Warming up means sitting in your car as long as you can and hope that your muscles will not penalize you for putting them into the wind and rain before the first attack.  I pre-rode this course with some friends from Wolverine Sports Club and we did 3 laps.  My back was still tender from all the climbing from the ride 3 weeks prior.  If not for a ‘pact’ to do the race between me Danny and Derrick after our Wednesday night team ride, I would not have even set the alarm to drive all the way to West Branch in the rain.  But, loyalty is loyalty…so we death marched our way north.

It is always great to have team mates at a race, on a cold rainy windy nasty day, it is even better  to have some moral support.  We ignored the weather, donned our team kits and proceeded to the start.  In the first turn, we all communicated very well, there were 56 pre-registered, but who knows how many idiots like me actually showed up.  The wind was off to our left and I kept tucked in behind some very strong cyclists for the first 12 miles of the first lap.  Danny was possessed as he was on Wednesday night and was out front for a great deal of the rollers.  I made a mistake and stayed on the windward side of the echelon and when they turned up the tempo, I had no legs.  I knew that the race was over for me with about 5 miles left in the first lap!  Three other riders worked with me in the wind, but by the time we made the turn to the first time up the climb, the pack was gone.

I rolled up the monster hill after the first lap and had the opportunity to call it a day.  After all, I was done, I could not even see the lead pack any more.  But, I committed to have Danny’s “6.”  If he had a mechanical or something, I would give him whatever he needed to get back in the race.  I also remember a team mate telling me (commanding me) that you never ever ever leave a race unless you are hurt, have a mechanical or are pulled.  I fought these demons because I was all alone in the wind and had no one to work with.

I was closing in on a couple Cat 4s who were shelled out the back like me, but when the Cat 5s went by, two of them jumped on the group (an illegal move and when I protested to the follow car, the officials pulled them off, but they were too far ahead and were connected together now and I was, alas, all alone.)

Unfortunately, when you are riding by yourself in a race (it has happened to me way too often) you have time to think.  I committed myself to burning calories in my final lap and ‘being there for Danny’ in case he needed me.  Well, Danny was there for me at the last few yards of the climb to the finish and I know I did not have as good a day as Danny did (we still have not seen results), but I know this, I did not DNF.

Jack Miner.

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Cone-Azalia Classic – “No pain, no gain?” More like, “No gain, all pain!”

So my decision to race Cone-Azalia had me in Milan, MI on a sunny but windy Sunday morning. For the uninitiated Cone-Azalia is a part rough pavement, part dirt road, all wind exposed box of madness. The weather was overcast as I left Battle Creek, but as I passed Jackson a dark curtain pulled back to reveal a beautiful spring day. On arrival I found out Google’s GPS was not having a good day. Ironically there were four bike laden cars that all arrived at the same old industrial building. I led the convoy into a gas station to get directions and we were soon at registration.

A shorter than I would have liked warm up followed. The wind was high and the course exposed. All my pre-race intel told me the first of the three ten mile laps were typically frantic. There were over three hundred participants this year, a record for the race. We would be starting at two minute intervals by category. The start was fast, I found my place riding fourth or fifth wheel and was able to hold station for the first two laps. The race is known for is flats and true to form, a couple of riders flatted in the group not long after we hit the dirt for the first time.

The first lap was unrelentingly fast with no opportunity whatsoever to recuperate. Thankfully we had a couple of minutes to relax a little before turning back onto the dirt and crosswinds at the beginning of the second lap. As soon as we crossed the railway tracks and hit the dirt the first real attacks came. They were chased down quickly and status quo resumed. More attacks followed, most coming in the corners as we switched from pavement to dirt and back. No one could get away though, and approximately one third of the field took the bell together.

As we made the first turn onto the gravel on the third lap I made a mistake and lost my place at the front of the group, unfortunately this was right as a flurry of hard attacks came. I dug deep and held on. I was afraid the group would split so had to take some wind to get back near the front. I knew that I had to recover as much as possible but at this point it wasn’t going to happen. The attacks kept coming and after another turn I found myself 25 yards off the back of the group. Now it was a pure TT. I got stuck in no man’s land just off the back of the group for the next couple of miles. The two guys on my wheel were unwilling (although I’d like to think they were unable) to come around and help. Eventually we rounded to last corner to the finish stretch. It was mile and a half run directly into a headwind. I never let up but the lead group finally slipped away. My consolation prize was winning a token sprint against those finishing with me.

I was tired but happy with my performance as I always am when I give everything I have in a race. It was great experience for me. There was talk of a big crash somewhere on the course but thankfully I didn’t see it. The racing was pretty hair-raising in places so I wasn’t surprised. When I left the provisional results weren’t posted and are still not up online. I’m hoping I was in the 10-15th place range but it was all about experience and effort for me today.

Neil Jenney

 

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Sunday Race in the Industrial Park (2)

The 3rd race of the AAVC Spring Training Series was today and my son joined the C race again. He did a great job, it was 25 minutes plus 2 laps and in the final 5 minutes, once again, carnage occurred. According to my son, it looked like a cyclist touched the wheel of a racer and went down, taking at least 6 others with her. It was ugly and a couple cyclists remained on the deck for several minutes….all are okay.
My race was was the B race and you may remember that I held on for dear life in this race working with another cyclist just to finish. My goal this week was to ride with the front of the pack for at least the first 20 minutes and then see what I could do. At the end of 20 minutes and having stayed at the front of the group, I felt surprisingly strong. For the next 15 minutes, I just paced the group and watched-out for any wacky line changes.  My boss was in the race too (bonus for getting excused to go for long rides during the work day!) and came up next to me in the last 2 laps and said, “it’s go time”. I followed him and continued to follow along with the increased pace until the end, finishing in about the top 15. I may actually feel comfortable hanging in the front during the Milford Criterium if this keeps up!  Go TAR Cycling and WSI!

Jack Miner

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Waterford Hills Spring Fling

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.

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AAVC Spring Training Carnage

Quick report on a short race.

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.

Jack Miner (II)