Lost in Louisville

To say the weekend was a disappointment for most of the team would be the understatement of the year. Furthermore, my own riding was so below the depth charts the only thing I can do is take solace in knowing that it cannot get any worse.

 Starting from the back of a pro,1,2 crit is a death sentence. Our fate was sealed when we finished our warm up while everyone else lined up. It should be stated however, that Karim and John Kelly managed decent starting positions and JK made his presence felt in one or two breakaways during the race. Both guys rode strong races and finished well, in the top 15.

The LMPD Crit was a fabulous course held along the Louisville Waterfront Park, a great place to enjoy a summer Saturday. THe 8-corner course ensured that only the best riders completed the event. Many compliments to the organizers and sponsors of this event, which drew teams from OHio, Indiana, Kentucky, Illinois, Georgia, North Carolina and Missouri.

SUnday’s short circuit race took place in Cherokee Park on rolling, twisting terrain that again demaned exceptional fitness and skill, especially when the rain unleashed in a torrential downpour, making the newly paved roads treacherously slick. Chris and I lined up for the 40+ race with about 45 other geriatrics. The field quickly whittled down and split into groups of four or five. Battling a respiratory infection for several weeks now, Chris fought through labored breathing to finish 16th. I fought off the mind deamons who begged me to quit and finished while many others succumbed to the deamons.

It is never pleasant being off the back. Yet when it occurs, it gives reason for contemplating improvement. Where to go, what to do? This weekend illustrated a severe lack of anaerobic capacity for many of us. I’ve lamented the loss of the Indy Southeastway Park Tues. night training crit. for months now and this weekend really illustrated how much some of us miss that type of training.

Although literally right in my back yard, I’ve been slow in finding the SEway replacement. The Major Taylor Velodrome offers great training and racing several times a week. John Kelly is a regular on the velodrome and Karim raced collegiately at Marian, putting in many kilometers on this training gem. Vic Emond owns many District Championships on the velodrome and Patrick Delisle is now also an accomplished track racer.  

Several years ago, Curits wrote on the Truesport bulletin board that, “One year on the track is like 5 years on the road.” The speed, acceleration, anaerobic conditioning and handling you acquire on the track is unparalleled. You can’t get this kind of training on the road. Furthermore, Velodrome Director, Ken Nowakowski, has over 30 years experience in cycling and is always eager to teach racers the velodrome ropes.

Watching my own performance drop while seeing peers such as Bill Bedwell and Brian Murphy improve over the past few years, it is quite obvious the velodrome is the best place to train. And so I, too, have begun the venture into Velodrome racing and training and I highly encourage everyone to give it a chance. Too far away? Don’t tell the guys who come down from Ft. Wayne to train until 10:00 p.m. on a Tuesday night. Big race this weekend? Don’t tell Curtis, who rarely misses a Friday night and still places in the weekend Crits. I’m sure Vic could provide many more anecdotes that illustrate the benefits of velodrome racing.

With plenty of crits remaining on the schedule, the Major Taylor Velodrome should become quite busy in the coming weeks.     

Tulsa Tough Day 2 – Lady Luck Has Left The Building

 

I got up this morning very sore and stiff.  A poor night’s sleep did not help either.  We decided to spin around a bit downtown – before the race tonight at 7 PM.  Although the back was sore, my legs felt surprisingly good.  After scouting the courses for today and tomorrow we headed back to the hotel for some relaxation and deep meditation (kidding about the meditation part).    The race today is similar in length to yesterday (75 min) although not as technical (L shaped with slight elevations and a fast downhill turn before the finish).  

 

The field was about 100 or so strong today (some guys were not able to start due to the crashes from yesterday).  I was able to get another good starting position and off we went.  I reached a comfortable steady state (much sooner than yesterday).  Although flyers were going off constantly, the field pretty much stayed together.  With 10 laps to go – a field sprint was inevitable (perfect).  I marked the usual wheels and was in good position with 5 to go (top 15).  With 2 to go, 4 or 5 guys go down in the second to last turn.  Fortunately, this time, I had enough time to react.  I locked up both wheels – coming to screeching halt.  As the field passed me, so did my chances of another good finish.  That’s bike racing.  With my back as sore at is, I will more than likely not race tomorrow.  Although I did not place on either day of the Tulsa Tough, I am pleased with my fitness level and how I raced.  Lessons learned:  always take the inside line at the Tulsa Tough.  With some rest and family time, I should be good to go for Louisville next weekend.  See you at the next show!

 

Man-up or get out of the way,

 

Karim

Tulsa Tough Day 1 – Twilight Carnage

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

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