Category: Miscellaneous

On Saturday evening, 135 cyclists lined the red carpet at the Indy Colts Complex to greet Lance Armstrong and his guests for a fund raising dinner for the IU Cancer Research Center. Among the greeters were doctors, children and cancer survivors, all of whom cherished the thought of catching a glimpse of the illusion who has given hope to so many.

Amber from the IU Cancer Center wanted to create an Alpine ascent-like atmosphere for Lance and his guests, so she gave cow bells and flags to all the greeters. Guests were surprised and pleased as the greeters clanged and waved with wild enthusiasm akin to something like Lance might have experienced on one of his legendary ascents, to show their appreciation for the generous donations made by the $10,000 a table dinner attendees.

For nearly three hours the cyclists stood in the hot sun with hopes of a glimpse. After the first two hours, organizers realized dehydration was setting in and brought bottled water to the heat-weary greeters, but still, no sign of Lance.

Approaching the third hour, it was revealed he’d snuck in thru the back door. In and of itself, no big deal. But when the cyclists were told he would not come out to greet them, you could feel the air being let out of their fragile psyches. Understandably, Lance faces security issues none of us can imagine. But for him to neglect even a short thank you with a wave of acknowledgement to these people was just wrong.

Clearly disturbed by the invisible dis, Amber took matters into her own hands by inviting the cyclists inside the Colts complex to hear him speak so they’d at least have a chance to glimpse the illusion. Yet upon being told Lance would not acknowledge them, many chose to leave rather than go inside the building to hear him speak. No matter what he may have said, his message now rings hollow for those children and cancer survivors who’d hoped to receive a general wave or a smile of hope and acknowledgement. Sadly, it appears the illusion caters to the old line “that money talks and bullshit walks.” Take your money and run Lance, because you’re gonna need it when the illusion is completely stripped away.  

Thunder and lightening in the vicinity couldn’t hold back about 20 riders from tackling the 446 loop. The weather didn’t turn out too bad in fact- we got pelted with rain for about a lap and then it got sunnyr….which all amounted to us all looking pretty tuff in soggy jerseys and darkened faces.
The riding was hard and fast with no-where to hide all evening. The first 4 laps largely saw the group stay together until finally Chris and Mike K got off the front and started cruising away from the group. Round the top turn the pace in the group picked up and suddenly it all went to sh-t for a few of us. A gap opened up and quick as a flash Tom S, Heff, Karim and an already struggling GP were off the back and gone! The following laps saw three different groups working out the full 8 lap distance. Kroll again showed that his form has once taken another leap this year as him and Kehrberg held a 10-20sec gap over the ‘bunch’ of Sonny, Bauer. K.Moore, Steve B and new guy in town, Myron. All were working hard but couldn’t bring reel the Kroll-berg tandem in! GP was fortunate to get a tow round in the third group by mssrs Saccone and Brauner both of whose form is bubbling under nicely for challenges that lie ahead. All in all another good workout which after all is what its all about! Next week- Paragon

So at 6am it was 45F and raining- not the greatest conditions to motivate getting out of bed and racing a bike (alone and for 40km). However I’d been psyching myself up for the Monrovia 40k for the last week so I got up and drove up to the meeting place a convienient 45mins from Bloomington. Six other brave souls were present including 4 other debutants- pretty remarkable on such a nasty day. By the time of the start we did have some good fortune as the rain had stopped and the new very fast road surface was mostly dry. All in all it was a pretty good TTing day with a light headwind on the outward leg and the damp road reducing rolling resistance theorectically making things faster. It was a trip into the unknown for me as it was my first ‘25’ since the 1995 BUSA championships (British Universities Sports Association). Therefore I took it pretty easy on the way out (for which the uphill and headwind helped) and then tried to pick it up on the way back. I has a modest goal of a 1h05m so was pleased by posting a 1h04m30s for 4th place on the day. I was certainly glad to get out and ride after too many days of rain and maybe (maybe) I’ll go again later in the year.