Category: Races

Vic, Sean, Chris, and I represented the team at the Woodlawn Criterium (held in Cincinnati, OH).  The course was decent (4 corners with mild inclines).  Weather was very muggy and hot (95 degrees for a 5 PM race – now that’s silly hot at that time of the day).

The pre-race prep started off (as usual) with one simple question (directed at my trusted coach/true love): “what’s the goal?” – – “win daddy” replies my 3 year old daughter Lena.  There you go.  Top 5 it is then.    I made a cardinal sin the morning of the race – I broke my routine.  Instead of having my usual bowl of cereal and fruit leading up to a race – I decided to have the mother of all breakfast burritos at the Village Deli (a Bloomington institution).  Bad move indeed.  By the time 2 PM rolled around – I was stopping every 10-15 minutes to “drop the kids off at the pool”.  I was suffering from a bat bout diarrhea (the explosive variety).  This was further compounded by a very hot day and only two days of riding the week before (due to business travel).  This was going to be a long 60 minutes in the saddle.

Although the field was not large, notable regional teams were represented (i.e. Nuvo/Bacardi, Mesa, TX RH).    Off we go.  All rode well covering moves in the beginning with Vic doing a great job closing a serious gap that split the field in half at one point.  Meanwhile, I was in the middle to rear of the pack trying to keep my burrito and other matter from spilling on the road.  As soon as I started feeling somewhat better, I began moving to the front.  As I was doing this, a move including Busa, Doyle, and Braumberger went off the front (with about 30-40 minutes left in the race).  This was my ticket.  I jumped on, and we cleared the field.  About 15 minutes later, 6 guys rolled up to us (with Sean in tow – beautiful).  The break is now 10 men deep (all the money is up the road with all major teams represented – the field has shut down).  Due to the mesmerizing heat, the speed was not very fast throughout the race.  What did not feel all that great were the constant yo-yo attacks/accelerations.  Once such attack (by Busa of TX RH) – caused a split in the break.  At this point, I was starting to feel crappy again (literally).  Luckily, Sean saved the day by riding tempo at the front – allowing me to get back in the winning move.  This series of movements unfortunately shelled Sean (although he gets the award of the day for selfless riding).  If it was not for Sean’s efforts, I would have probably pulled out of the race and ridden straight into the men’s room for another pit stop.  The break is now 7 men deep (Doyle, two TX RH, a Mesa rider, myself and two others).  Busa attacks (with about 15 minutes to go) with Mesa in tow.  Knowing that Braumberger and Doyle were the most dangerous, I stayed back (in retrospect I should have gone with this move).  This led to a slow and painful cat-mouse game that resulted in the two guys getting away with Mesa winning.  I sprinted in for 4^th  (losing 3^rd by a 1/3 of a wheel to Braumberger of TX RH).  Vic was able to break clear of the field near the end (with Rich D of Nuvo/Bacardi) and won his sprint for a solid 8^th place finish.  Chris finished off the rest of the field with a solid sprint for 11^th.  All in all, not a bad day at all (when considering the circumstances).  We are progressing nicely as a new team.  Next show will be held in Zionsville, IN.  Stay tuned!

 

Man-up or get out of the way,

 

Karim

What a great venue Madison provides for a welcomed Crit by riders itching to race during this typical slow time of the season here in the Midwest.  The 6-turn course winds it’s way through the historic side of town, down along the river for a perfect finish next to the community park and pool.  A good sized crowd turned out to watch the racing and the weather was close to ideal.  Enough of the set up…on to the racing.

Sean Bauer and I travelled down from B-ton to race both the Masters 35+ and Cat 1/2 events.  Training, we said, as we prepare for some upcoming events of the Bacardi Nuvo/Tortuga BB series.  The Masters race fielded a quality group, including Masters National Champs Tolson & Spanbauer, along with a good sized contingent of Papa Johns and Barbasol racers, plus the Heros and Masters from Indy.  I good time to mention that all proceeds from the entire event went to the Bret Neylon support fund.  Nice touch.  Okay, back to the racing – Several laps in and I initiated a break up the one climb of the course, taking along Barbasol rider Jack Sells, plus Curtis Tolson, Steve Spanbauer, and PJ teammate Mike McShane.  We worked well, lapping the field and continuing on while Sells was dropped back to the pack.    Within my group, I came up with the crazy idea of attacking up the climb, not a good idea considering the company, but just wanted to see where everyone was at…I found out; one lap later Tolson puts down a wicked attack up the climb and Spanbauer follows, leaving McShane and I to do battle.  A few laps later Mcshane attacks after I have pulled up the climb and he is able to get away.  Do I chase hard and risk total blow up?  Or do I recover and wait for the break?  I wait.  When I’m caught, Sells and PJ Bob Bobrow plus a few others attack and I stay with mate Sean who has done great work to control things in the field.  Not only do Tolson and Spanbauer lap again the field, but the other group with Sells and Bobrow lap back and place me on same lap as they…Through all this McShane has locked up third place with his solo effort, so the race is on for 4th as we near the end.  On the last lap Sean gets up front and ratchets up the pace on the final turns while I mark Bobrow and Sells.  Into the last turn and we jam on the pedals toward the finish.  I pass Bobrow and pull up to Sells as we near the line.  It’s a close, close finish as I just get a tire width in front of Jack to win the sprint and take 4th.  The win goes to Spanbauer as he was able to gap Tolson and pull ahead.  A nice event for all.

The Cat 1/23 event was just an hour after the Masters event, so recovery was tough.  After much cajoling by Sean, we lined up with mates Emond and Delisle and riders from Roadhouse, Barbasol, Papa Johns and smattering of others.  The pace was reasonable the first few laps with Vic and Patrick up front at all times.  As the faux attacks began and were quickly brought back, a large gap occured at the top of the climb and ensuing turn with Vic and Patrick up in the group while Sean literally put the brakes on the field to create the distance.  The group proved to be the winning break with all teams represented.  Later, Vic did return back to the group and remained in the front to help control things.  Patrick stayed out and we awaited the inevitable lapping by he and the 8 other break members.  It never happened.  With the last laps unfolding, we settled in for the sprint finish for 10th.  Not much left in my legs after 130 mins of total racing, so taking 15th will have to do.  Vic a couple in front and Sean a couple in back.  Good work by all.  And Patrick? – a great ride with a 6th place finish. 

A good day for everyone at a great venue.  I recommend putting this one on your calendar for next year! 

 – Chris

Today marked the 1st day of the inaugural Tulsa Tough. The Tulsa Tough features 3 days of criterium racing in downtown Tulsa, Oklahoma. The purse is huge ($75,000 for the three days) with $10,000 up for grabs in each one of the Pro I/II races (25th place in any one day practically pays for all of your entry fees for the three days) – couple that with individual and team omnium purse and 100 plus dollar primes make for furious speeds, high risk-taking, and large fields (125 man filed limit was reached via online pre-registration well before the 1st day of racing began). Notable teams (i.e. Monex) and individuals (i.e. Eddie Gragus and Steve Tilford – both of which are longtime and established pros) were present. 1st race was the Blue Dome Twilight Criterium (race start time was 9:15 PM!). The course was technical yet fast (figure eight with wide corners, rough pavement, and a smattering of manholes strategically located in the corners).

The goal was simple for me: stay up right, mark the right wheels and finish in the money. Needless to say, I accomplished 1/3 of my goal (keep reading). There was a race before the race even began. 125 Pro I/II riders camped out at various strategic locations along the start/finish in hopes of getting a good start position at the line. As soon as the last rider from the previous race crossed the line – a mad stampede ensued as riders elbowed each other and spectators alike to get a good starting position. I was able to get a good start and off we went. As expected, the speed was absolutely furious (very little points were the speed dipped below 30 MPH). It took me a good 30 minutes before I was able to roll my tongue back into my mouth (and off the stem) and distinguish the shadows of the night from the potholes (its not very often that I do a crit with break-neck speeds at 9:00 PM). Once stable, I was able to move up and get into a comfortable state. As soon as I got to into the top 30 I began scouting for wheels that I needed to look for at the end. The speeds and nature of the course did not lend to successful breaks (although flyers were going off the front constantly). A field sprint was inevitable. Perfect. With about 10 laps to go all hell breaks loose. Smelling the purse at the end of the race, guys began taking unnecessary risks (the fatigue and nighttime conditions deceiving your senses did not help either). I was able to get through (barely) some sick crashes. With three laps to go, I was in a lovely spot – in the top 15, behind Tilford and Gragus with Gargusí team riding tempo at the front. At this point I was thinking “sweet, hold your position and get ready for the two-block sprint to the finish line for a top 10 placing.” As soon as this thought crept in my mind, riders began to go down on either side and in front of me (it was wild to see the sparks from bikes hitting the pavement at night). I had no room to escape and before you know it I was looking up at the streetlights. There was carnage all around me with guys moaning and groaning (about 20-25 guys went down). I was the last to be scrapped of the pavement by the volunteers before the field came back around again (about 53 guys did not finish due to the crashes). My lower back, ankle and bottom of foot were badly bruised along with some lacerations on the hands. I was taken to the hospital for some x-rays to make certain nothing was broken and to get cleaned up. Fortunately, the x-rays showed no damage. My traveling companions (Declan Doyle, Jeff Weaver, and Bennet V of Nuvo/Bacardi) were also not so fortunate. Bennet crashed with one lap to go. Doyle and Weaver got caught behind wrecks. Sled is in working condition. A few (10-20) ibroprofen and some ancient Chinese remedy ointment and I should be good to go for another day in the saddle tomorrow. Although I crashed, I felt good and was in position for a strong finish. Tomorrow is another day. Stay tuned.

Man-up or get out of the way,

K