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8 hours 2009

2009-10-03T19:34:00.000-07:00

cramps suck. crashing sucks. cramping and crashing in a race sucks. rather than bore you with a lap-by-lap analysis of the 8 hours of labor, i will merely rant about 4 elements of the race that pretty much decided how things went for me.

1. the start - man my start was just awesome. i ran just about as fast as i can to my bike, which i placed just about as far from the start as was allowed. this was good as there was generalized chaos as riders ran thru and mounted their bikes in the same small area. i hadn't done any pre-riding, and quickly noticed that the course was being run in the opposite direction this year. that meant miserable hot grassy field riding first, tung nut last, that's cool. overall, start = very good.

2. crashing - i was leading a pack of 4 or 5 guys through tung nut towards the end of the first lap. at the base of the final climb, i fucked up and fell over turning in some soft sand. it was a painful fall, compounded by 5 guys immediately passing me. i felt shaky and my arm hurt, but not too bad. i pushed up the climb to try and give myself some time to regain my composure before i got back on the bike. 5 more people pass me. (all numbers guaranteed to be rough estimations) i start riding again and complete the first lap within the overall top 20, not bad, but could have been much better without the stupid crash. still, the first lap was by far my fastest - the only one i did in under 50 minutes. but everything went downhill from the point of that crash. (i would go on to crash twice more later - one in a grassy field and the other on the last lap just to remind me that i suck) overall, obviously, crashing = bad.

3. cramping - starting on lap 2, my legs were cramping. by lap 4 i would experience the most painful and debilitating cramps i've ever had. standing to climb? cramp. big ringin' it on the grassy fields? cramp. any climbing at all at a reasonable speed? cramp. lightly lifting myself off the saddle on a rooty descent? cramp. getting off the bike in the scoring area? horrible, horrible leg-locking, face-deforming cramp. diagnosis: not enough fluid (one bottle per lap was not enough). prescription: a bike that i can mount 2 fucking bottle cages to. next year. without cramps, i surely would have finished a couple places higher. overall: cramps = very very bad.

4. pit strategy - nailed the pit strategy here. i had the most wonderful person handing me bottles, food and providing encouragement. i was probably stopped in the 'pits' for nor more than 120 seconds of the whole 8 hours. overall: help in the pits && stopping as little as possible = very very good.

so lessons were learned. did i meet my goals? i wanted to do 8 laps and make the top ten, both which i did. but i left the race feeling like i could have done much better without the problems i've identified in #'s 2 and 3 above. oh well, that's what next year is for. do i dare set goals for next year? well, i'll have a full season of xc racing under my belt, and another season of local 6-hour races, so i should show continued improvement. how about a top 5 in 2010?

2009 results
2008 results

FSC 1&2 reports coming soon!

FYI

2009-08-05T20:46:00.000-07:00

Some of you may complain that I don't update this blog. Well, frankly that's because I an't doin' interesting shit. I ain't Dicky - my narcissism is kept confined in my own dome-piece, for the most part. When I do something interesting, like RACE MY BIKE, I'll post something here.

This post is dedicated to the blogger-quitter MUCARO. Shut yo biztch azz up before I Nancy Kerrigan your knee.

loquacious

2009-06-16T21:14:00.000-07:00

it seems like there is an agreement amongst Florida competitive cyclists that there will be no racing this time of year. that's probably a good idea, as the heat is stifling and oppressive, sometimes dangerous.

my riding habits have changed a bit lately. early this year i was doing long road rides twice a week or so, pretty consistently. well i've bored myself of the south tampa route and have been struggling to find other satisfactory routes for 4+ hour rides. in the meantime i've begun commuting more seriously, 3 days a week, 15 miles or so round trip. i've also been making time to ride the mtb around the city looking for interesting places to trespass and get flats (been much more successful at the latter).

sooner than later i'll need to get back into the long rides. next race on the calendar is the 8 hours of labor at san felasco. i'm excited about this race because i love riding out at san felasco, and it will be interesting to see how much i have improved since last year, when i did 7 laps and finished 16th. after that i'd love to head up to dauset and race the 12 hours there on Sept 19. before i cna do that i need a better lighting system, which won't be cheap.

also on the calendar is the six gap century (Sept. 27) and Karlos' CFITT (Oct. 3). If i can get myself in good shape for the end of August and the next two months I will be able to do well at these events. the CFITT will be a huge test knowing Karlos' sick, evil, twisted mind. ~180 miles? yikes

i've talked (and thought) a lot about getting a new bike. well, that's not going to happen for me anytime soon. necessary car repairs have taken away any money i might have had to spend on such an endeavor. oh well, my bike has done me well so far, and its only about a year and a half old, despite appearances!

oh well, that's what's up with me. boring eh?

my own NK ride?

2009-05-09T11:41:00.000-07:00

Was out riding today and saw some opportunities for a fun mtb/cross group ride. thought I might be able to string together my own Naked Indian Ride-ish route. This is only a first draft - there is lots of other stuff I'd like to add, some stuff maybe I would take out. Highlights of the route, as it is, includes: Lunch stop at TACO NAZO, lots of riding along the Hillsborough River, a nice tour of Temple Terrace, Davis Islands, Downtown Tampa, USF Campus, New Tampa (barf), a stop at New World Brewery (for beer snobs), and finishing with the final stop at Bo's Ice Cream. Start and Finish is at my house. OH, we would also ride the Trout Creek singletrack ;)

http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2806355

Comments, suggestions and/or discouragement welcome. I could probably make this into a century ride pretty easily.

PMBAR 2009

2009-05-07T18:42:00.000-07:00

ON March 19th I was near comatose, staring blankly at something on my computer screen, trying not to go dormant. The previous two weekends were filled with racing action - the SSAR, where my team finished 2nd, and the Squiggy 6hr, where my team finished 3rd. But at the time my racing calendar was relatively empty, and all I had to think about was the dreaded end-of-semester combination of stress, anxiety and procrastination.

I needed a distraction. I needed a pick-me-up. But I promised myself and my loved ones no more coke, no more hookers.

ROB, my pseudopartner from the Naked Indian ride, answered my prayers. Just as I was about to fall completely unconscious, I noticed a new mail. Rob was looking for someone crazy enough to be his teammate for the PMBAR.

WHAT did I know about the PMBAR? Well, I knew it was a race for checkpoints, not a race for speed. I knew it was in the mountains of NC's Pisgah Forest. I knew it would be totally brutal and probably disastrous. I replied and said I was in.

ROB must have not received any response from any of the others included in that fateful email. He replied and said we were in, our spot was secure.

UH oh. Did I do the right thing? Am I getting ahead of myself? Do I know what the fuck I am doing? I have no real mountain biking experience - only once have I taken my bike anywhere outside of Florida (Blanket's Creek in GA - not much different from FL riding). Would the mountains crush me? Could I handle miles and miles of steep fireroad? Technical descents? Would my bike snap in half?

MY fears and anxieties were not assuaged by my fellow riders, especially those with PMBAR experience. Luis took every opportunity he could to exacerbate my discomfort. He would tell me, "Surely it will rain, you will crash and fall down a mountain", "You'll be coming back in a bodybag", etc etc. Karlos, who would also be racing, was at pains to convince me that I was ill-prepared mentally and physically for the demands of the Pisgah trails.

WHATEVER, I said to myself. If my bike breaks in half, well, there's a good excuse to get a new one. If I come back in a bodybag, I will forever be a legend and my loved ones will weep and mourn. If it rains, fuck, I'll get wet and muddy. I set low goals for myself. Do not DNF and do not break any bones.

FAST forward to the end of the semester. I finished my seminar paper on autonomy in gestational surrogacy and kissed my lover goodbye. Now all I had ahead of me was the race.

FOR some reason we decided to leave FL for the 9 hour drive to NC at midnight. I slept most of the way, though somewhere in that 9 hours I took a foggy hour at the wheel of the BOX, Rob's Scion xB:

THAT'S pretty much what Rob's car looks like, except his is black.

WE arrived on time at 9am. We settled into our home for the next four days - a lovely campsite near Davidson River, complete with a lovely shrub with pink flowers. We ate at Huddle House then napped for a few hours. Once we awoke it was time to face the music. Almost no words were spoken, but as I sat there Rob and Karlos quietly but intently started to prepare for our first PMBAR pre-ride.

WITH great trepidation I prepared myself. I lubed my ass extra good for the rocking I was anticipating.

WE set off down the road towards Black Mountain trail. Soon I had my first taste of a long grueling service road climb up Clawhammer mountain. About 5 minutes into the climb I felt done, like I needed to stop for a break. But my pride would not allow this. I found an acceptable gear and tried to find a pace that was sustainable. It kind of felt like I was on my road bike, pushing into the wind - except I was going maybe 5 miles an hour instead of 15. Once we got to the Black Mountain trail, the downhill began. This trail was not steep but it was littered with lots of rocks, both the kind that are stuck in the ground and the kind that move when you ride over them. I proceeded slowly and carefully, as Rob and Karlos left me in the dust, shrieking with joy like horny little girls.

AFTER a photo op and safety break at Twin Falls we continued our trek, which took us up to the top of Black Mountain. Soon I was introduced to a novel concept - the hike-a-bike.

YOU see, the singletrack climbs in Pisgah are often quite technical - with big rocks, roots, 'waterbars' and other obstacles. They also seem to NEVER FUCKING END. Many a time I would turn myself inside out climbing some section, to finally quit, look up ahead at how far I had to go and see that the climb went on for as far as I could see. This was, at first, a very uncomfortable feeling, but something I quickly got used to because it happened so often. Near the top of Black Mountain, the trail became so nasty and scary that no mortal could ride it. Even hike-a-biking was arduous and exhausting.

AT the top of Black Mountain I was rewarded with one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. From a rocky overlook, all you could see was an endless expanse of tree-covered mountains and valleys. No picture could do this view justice.

OUR ride finished with a descent down Black Mountain, which was absolutely incredible for a flatlander like me to experience. What made it all the more awesome was that the sun had gone down and all I had was a light on my handlebars (Rob had no light, badazz). The ride was breathtaking, and it spit us out about a quarter-mile form our campsite, how nice.

ON day two we rode up to the top of Black Mountain again and over to the Turkeypen trailhead. For the sake of brevity I will not describe this ride at this time.

RACE day cameth. We awoke and grabbed our packs and headed to check-in. There were lots of super-cool-looking dudes there with trick rigid singlespeed bikes and lavender-colored accessories. Some other dudes were conspicuously consuming Pabst at 7am and throwing the cans on the ground. I was shaking in my boots!!

ERIC, the man behind Pisgah Productions, corralled everybody for the pre-race meeting and handed out the maps marking the checkpoints. He called the start and Rob and I quickly determined our first destination for the day. We would head to the checkpoint at Turkeypen, as it was relatively close and we had just ridden that section of trail the day before. But first we had to ascend the Black Mountain trail with all of the other racers. This resulted in a ridiculous and unpleasant grinding climb and hike-a-bike - not exactly the best way to warm up. From the top of Black Mountain we crossed Turkey Pen gap. On the final section before the trailhead, there was a steep, sketchy downhill section that was quite moist. I had walked much of this section the day before and I was determined to ride it this time. I got my ass as far behind the seat as I could and hoped for the best.

A branch from a tree on the left side of the trail made its way directly into one of the vents in my helmet, pulling me off of the bike and onto the ground. I picked myself up and got back on the bike, feeling about half as confident. Soon I came across a waterbar (basically a log angled to stream rainwater off of the trail). Feeling unsure, I braked hard and tried to cross the bar as safely as possible. My hard braking, though, kept my rear wheel from rolling over the bar behind me. Instead it just slid to the right, throwing me and the rest of the bike onto the ground, right on a bigass piece of rock. Fuck me. I got up again and the same thing happened on the next waterbar. This time my knee hit some rock real hard. My confidence was now at zero and so I walked carefully down the rest of that section.

THE pain in my knee grew worse as we rode on, and when we stopped and I looked at my leg, it was swelling up real nice. After getting stamped at the Turkeypen CP, we set off for the Squirrel Gap CP by heading up a service road climb and then up Squirrel Gap. Once we reached the Squirrel Gap CP, I was feeling pretty beat. From there we descended Squirrel Cap, which was awesome, and then up Laurel Creek to service road 5015 - a long and brutal grassy road that took us up to Yellow Gap. There we were faced with a decision - do we ride service road 1205 over towards the next CP or ride the unknown Laurel Mountain trail? We decided to take the Laurel Mountain trail, but the sight of some other riders cruising down 1205 made us stop and rethink. We decided to cruise the road and face what looked like a steep hike-a-bike section up Pilot Rock.

THE climb up Pilot Rock was indeed steep. On the map this trail is rated "medium" but it was by far the nastiest thing we saw all day. The climb up seemed to take forever. I was hike-a-biking most of the way, and stopping frequently because of the pain in my leg and because I was fucking exhausted. Near the top of Pilot Rock, there were the nastiest, most horrible switchbacks I have ever seen. Just walking up them was tough. I was not looking forward to going back down this trail.

EVENTUALLY we made it to the CP at the top. We rested for a while and ate, then turned around and headed back down Pilot Rock. I felt revitalized and happy to be neither pushing my bike nor granny-gearing. The rough downhill was hurting my foot, but some ibuprofen I had taken earlier was starting to help. I was proud of how I handled some of the scary stuff on this descent, but I will admit I got off and walked those imposing switchbacks - need more practice!

THREE checkpoints in the bag. At this point Rob and I had sort of unspokenly agreed that we would take 4 and go home, leaving the 5th checkpoint for next year. Our route to the fourth CP was all either paved road or service road. We big-ringed it down Highway 276 and grunted our way up and down 5041 and 475B to the checkpoint at the gate on 225. There we filled up on water and plotted our route back to the start/finish.

OF course there was one last hoop we had to jump through - the rules require that you both start AND finish on Black Mountain trail. So we rode all the way back up 475B, 5041 and Highway 276 to 477, which started with a long and miserable climb, but finished with the most thrilling, awesome, spectacular, high-speed service road descent. Rob was hauling ass and I was hammering in the big ring when I could to try and keep up and emulate his technique through the turns. We ended up at the foot of the Clawhammer climb we did on the first day and set off up on our last climb of the day.

CLAWHAMMER was not so bad at this point. We came up on a rider being towed by a rope behind another rider. I took this to be low-hanging fruit and made a move to pass them quickly. Off Clawhammer we took Maxwell Cove up to the near-top of Black Mountain. Maxwell Cove was a read mindfuck - I kept thinking that the end of the trail was near and that all we would have to do is descend Black Mountain and be done. With this feeling of anticipation I was giving it all I had. Rob and I passed two other teams on the climb up Maxwell.

WE made it to the Black Mountain trail, but we still had to hike-a-bike up a fair bit before we could cruise the downhill. One of the teams we had passed on the climb hike-a-biked past us, bummer. At least they were friendly.

THE descent, when we finally reached it, was awesome as expected. But the exertion was starting to show - my arms felt rubbery and my neck muscles were sore. My legs felt OK but they weren't needed anymore, hah. We pulled in to the finish sometime between 7 and 8pm, putting our total ride time at about 11 hours.

BURRITOS were the immediate reward for finishing, and damn was that a good fucking burrito. After sitting on the ground for a while I went back to camp, cleaned up, and headed back to the finish to wait for my homies.

THERE were kegs filled with delicious organic Pale Ales calling my name. As I waited my turn at the tap, some geeky looking fucker, when asked if he did the race singlespeed, said "PEOPLE RIDE GEARS AROUND HERE" and then chuckled smugly. I wanted to bash his face in and shit down his throat, then put a 22T up his azz. OK not really but the dude made me feel like a loser for riding gears. I was filled with feelings of inadequacy and shame. What felt like a glorious achievement was instantly denigrated and made almost worthless.

I drank a beer and forgot about it, deciding instead that I was the bomb-diggety and kicked the shit out of those mountains, gears or no. But I will forever be able to recall, in memory, his whiny rhetorical question, and I will feel shame not for myself, but for singlespeed, elitist nerds like him. This is exactly what he looked like:

Riding with Singletrack Samurai Productions pt. I

2009-03-27T09:51:00.000-07:00

Karlos, aka the Naked Indian, is a special character. Part mtb racer, promoter, comedian, explorer, adventurer, family man, friend and male model, he is one of my favorite guys to ride with. Karlos plans to ride the Great Divide route in the near future, and has focused his training on overnight epics and other bikepacking adventures.

Amidst all this, he organizes local events for like-minded cyclists. On Janurary 3rd I kicked off my season of riding with the eponymous Naked Indian ride. This, the second edition of the ride, was made more interesting by adding scavenger-hunt-like elements. The riding itself was a mixture of sidewalk, paved road, sand trap, singletrack and bike path.

As the ride began, I donned my pink cape and pink and lavender tassels that I knew would be key to alienating myself from the other riders so that I could take all the glory for myself.

The plan worked very nicely. The increase in aerodynamic drag caused by the cape and tassels stymied the efforts of the other riders to draft me. After 25 miles or so Rob and I found ourselves alone at the front of the pack while the rest of the pack got lost or stopped to smell the flowers.

We made it to the beer-drinking stop with time to eat and relax before the rest of the pack showed up. I drank multiple beers and when we finally got going again I was probably drunk. Nonetheless, I hammered on and Rob and I broke away again. Rob was not put off by my cape and pink tassels. This was a good thing, for as we rode along the streets of Deltona, with my cape fully extended and flowing behind me like a maiden's hair, women were honking and throwing themselves at us. We had no time to stop and enjoy these offerings for we were riding with a mission: victory. Rob proved to be more interested in watching my cape flutter than winning the trophy, so he helped me find the targets and accrue more points. He also took some excellent photographs. Thanks Rob!

Rob and I pulled into the finishing area to find a magnificent caché of food and drink. When the pack arrived the points were tallied and I was declared the Naked Indian trophy winner.

So, better late than never, thanks to Karlos and his assistants for putting together and running this event. Next up I will attempt to document the next Singletrack Samurai event, the SSAR, which involved more photo shenanigans and beer-drinking (some cycling too).

el lagarto

2009-02-03T11:20:00.000-08:00

ok, its the first race of the season.

leading up to the race, i've done a healthy amount of base miles on the road, but not so many off-road miles. my only off road miles prior to el lagarto weekend were the san felasco 50 and karlos' naked indian ride (which was maybe 50% off-road). that lack of off-road experience sealed the deal on what course i would ride at el lagarto - i chose the 'corporate' course over the super-technical 'red' course. my technical riding skills aren't that good in the first place, much less at carter, where i don't ride very often. so i played it safe and concentrated on getting a good result in the corporate category.

saturday before the race i headed out to carter to preride the course. the course was mostly pretty easy, with some tough narrow spots on modelo hiway and some tough climbs on some of the ridge sections. i did 3 laps to get a feel of the course and didn't feel like i was going to be able to put in very good laptimes. i struggled getting thru some of the narrow stuff and didn't feel like i was going all that fast. oh well, i thought, ill just do my hardest to try and not stop and see if i can make the top 10.

race day comes. i was happy to see that the red course riders would be starting in front of the corp riders. i always get nervous on the first lap of these races dealing with slower/faster riders, and i feel like my time suffers as a result. after the potato sack start, i hop on the bike and find myself near the middle of the pack. once i get moving i go straight into the big ring and hammer as hard as i can on the short road section to pass as many riders as i can. i probably pass at least 30 people and dive into ivy in a much better position than i thought i would (though i couldn't see how many riders were ahead of me).

at about halfway into lap 1, some fat rider passes me and starts yelling obnoxious things to the riders in front (who i guess were his buddies). the guy is obviously going way harder than he can sustain. i take it easy and wait for him to misstep or for him to get tired. we get out to the dirt road that heads back to the start and i hit the big ring again and leave him behind, never to be seen again.

the next few laps progress nicely, no crashes and little traffic. around lap 4 or 5 i pass a rider on snake ridge and he asks me if i'm a solo rider, i say yes and he tells me that he was in 2nd, and that the 1st place rider is not far ahead wearing a red and white jersey. i was quite surprised, but was a little afraid that maybe i was pushing too hard and that i wouldn't be able to keep up the pace at the end of the race, so i didn't push myself anymore than i already was.

by lap 7 or 8 i started cramping in my legs, in a place i can't really identify...but somewhere in my upper leg around my inner thighs. the cramping hurt but i could still pedal so i just kept moving, and popped some endurolytes when i stopped to change bottles.

at some point in the race my handlebars came loose flying down puffnstuff, almost causing a horrible crash. i stopped to tighten the bars and they stayed tight for the rest of the race but that was something ill need to check over before other races.

at the start of lap 9 i came up behind some traffic in ivy. the rider in front of we was trying to pass the rider in front of him. to convey the urgency of his situation, he informed the rider that he was the corp leader. i followed him past and announced myself as second place (maybe i shouldn't have...), we introduced ourselves and tried to pretend like we both were still feeling fresh. going up sprinkler hill i figured i must have been going faster than him if i caught up to him so i should try and make a pass - i do so and he wishes me luck, but stays right on my tail. we stay neck and neck until we reach puffnstuff and get stuck behind slower riders. i was freaking out thinking about what to do if (when) the riders in front fail to make it up the pavers climb. i decide that i will try climbing the left side of the climb off of the pavers - something i was able to do with some success on previous laps.

sure enough, the lead rider stalled halfway up the climb, and blocks the rider behind her. she unclips and puts her foot right in my path. i stop and somehow fall to he left, down the ridge about halfway to the water, still clipped in. my competition asks if im ok, i say yes, and he continues up the hill (im not sure how he got by the jam), i claw my way back up the hill and try to regain my composure so i dont lose much time.

after a few moments i realize i took a pretty hard blow from my handlebars in the ribs. im also pretty upset that i made a bad decision and lost the lead of the race. i could see the leader in the distance but i couldnt find the effort to push myself and catch up. i resigned myself to second and hoped that 3rd was not close behind.

my last two laps were my slowest (33 min) and i experienced very painful cramps on the final road section. marcel was encouraging me to push and catch the leader when i passed the start/finish but i knew that the race was already decided. second was better than i expected but i know that if i had made a better decision dealing with the slower riders i could have had a good chance at winning.

so i got second place and learned a lesson about what not to do.

red trail racing put on an excellent race and the trails were in excellent shape and a lot of fun to ride. i don't get much time at carter, mostly because it's not my favorite kind of riding, but its equally as exciting a place to ride as alafia, if you're into that sort of thing.

next year i hope i'll do the red course so i can measure myself against the best of the best.

next event is the croom 50 - an event ive been looking forward to since last year's croom 50. then there is the 12 hours of santos where i plan to do the 6 hour solo.

recap

2009-01-12T21:19:00.000-08:00

ok so before i can get in to writing about the 2009 events i want to quickly review and summarize my 2008 cycling highlights. it all began at the...

croom 50 - my first group ride, my first ride over 35 miles, and to this day still one of the most enjoyable rides i've ever done. i finished feeling great in just a little over 5 hours. along the way i ate swamp balls and drank the special swamp punch.

squiggy 6 hours - my first race. i entered with S in the beginners's team class for ages totalling under 120. i rode too much in the days leading up to the race in a desperate attempt to "be prepared". S was late to the race so i had to do the run at the start and the first lap. my running skills suck so i spent a lot of time at the beginning of the lap stuck behind a long chain of riders. i did alot of passing in the wide, fast and open trails and was in a good position when we got to the tight singletrack. on tecno pig i took a wrong turn, got confused, and fell over. the rider behind me stupidly followed me and mercilessly ran me over on his way back to the trail. oh well, it seemed rude at the time but rubbin is racin...
once we got to the low trails it was clear that this was not going to be an easy race. a rainstorm the night before had left huge mud puddles throughout gatorbait and indian. the severity of these mud holes was exacerbated by each and every rider that rode or pushed their bike through. i managed to say upright and trudge through the sludge, but the effort took a lot out on me. when i tagged S after my 3rd lap and got off the bike my legs cramped up really bad. i sat and relaxed for a little bit - hoping S wouldnt make it back in time for me to do a 4th lap. of course, he did, and i told myself just to go out and finish the lap at a reasonable, casual pace. i did that and when i made it back, S told me that we may have won our class. i couldnt believe it, but after some controversy over 2 missing laps, S and i were acknowledged as the class winners. totally unexpected!!!

8 hours of labor - this race was awesome. many of the big boys and girls were there racing. i felt well prepared and even recruited someone to help me in the pits. at the start of the race i had a decent run and started out in the middle of the pack. i came up on a rider I knew and we pushed a medium pace for the first half a lap or so. my HR was astronomical for most of the first lap so i was reluctant to push it too much. after lap one my HR normalized and the field became more spread out, so i started riding faster. around lap 3 or 4, i was coming down one of the hills on tung nut and grazed a tree with my right shoulder, knocking me off the bike. dazed, i took a minute to compose myself and rode on. laps 5, 6, and 7 passed without anything crazy. the race ended for me on lap 7, my time putting me in 16th position overall. not too bad i thought, considering that there were over 60 total solo riders. my ineffectual, lazy and unsympathetic "pit crew" did little more than nothing to help me out - a major bummer that not only lost me time havign to ride back to the car to fill my bottles and get food, but also in being psychologically distracting. in spite of this, i was pleased with my performance.

12 hours of pine log - first 12 hour race, first night riding. traveled with J, S and Marcel to panama city beach for the race and a weekend of fun. my run at the beginning was excellent, my nutrition plan worked great - no cramping or bonking - but my consistency with regard to pace was erratic. i wont forget the joy fo knowing i was the leader of the race for about 4 hours in the afternoon. somewhere around lap 10 or 11 i was passed by 2 riders and went from 1st to 3rd, where i would finish at the end, after 19 laps and 130+ miles.
i have to say thanks to J, S and Marcel for motivating me to keep riding at the end and for filling my bottles and letting me borrow some of their equiptment. you guys really helped me out a lot!!

here's to an even better year in 2009!!

root beer

2009-01-08T14:57:00.000-08:00

ok so i promised to discuss the differences that came along with riding J's gary fisher SS. all in all it was a great experience. i will probably never buy a gary fisher, for a number of reasons (this is one reason), but it was nice to get a feel of a different kind of bike and a different kind of riding. so, in turn, i will discuss the 4 major differences i listed in my previous post.

first, some prefatory remarks. it was hard to isolate just what attribute of the bike was responsible for what different kind of 'feel' i was experienceing. so all that follows is probably nonsense, illegitimate garbage.

big wheels - im going to upset the 29er contingent here, but i have to say i was quite a bit underwhelmed by the 29er wheelsize. i experienced little to none of the benefits that 29er advocates like to talk incessantly about. i still felt the roots, rocks and bumps just as much as I would have on my 26er. perhaps the only place i might have noticed a difference was on the south abyss trail at boyette - where less of my momentum was taken away by some of the big exposed roots on the uphills and downhills. this, though, can easily be achieved on a 26er bike with good line choice or a little lifting of the front wheel. the thing i most noticed about the 29 inch wheels was the increase in weight. now J's wheels were not heavywheights - chris king hubs and stan's rims - but it seemed like the weight discrepancy between the 29er wheel and my 26er wheel was quite dramatic. overall i find no good reason to run 29 inch tires.
hardtail - riding a hardtail again was great. i felt more in touch with the bike and the trail below me. the transfer of power from me to the ground was noticably better. plus, the bike just looks so much better without a rear shock and a silly swingarm mechanism. my next bike WILL be a hardtail.
size L frame - i had no fitment issues riding the L frame. my XL frame sometime feels too big. not sure exactly which is better for me, but this is probably irrelavent since i'm planning for my next bike to be custom sized.
single speed - single speeding was awesome. i love the way the bike looks without the sifters and derailleurs. the EBB is a silly idea and I think a sliding dropout is the way to go. it was great to not worry about gearing and just focus on my pedal stroke and trying to maintain as much momentum as possible. despite this, there is no way i'd want my only bike (or a race bike) to be a single speed, unless i was trying to lose. this is for obvious reasons - given an equal rider, he/she should always be faster on a geared bike. you really can't argue with that. single speeding is fun and yeah youre really hardcore for only using one gear on all those vicious FL climbs, but in the end it is more or less a gimmick.

thanks again J for the experience - can i have my trainer back?

spirit tree

2008-12-29T22:12:00.000-08:00

i rode with Karlos and P at croom with the goal of finding the spirit tree. we found it and each paid our respects. mostly a memorial for the croom equestrian enthusiasts, it was nonetheless an interesting destination, and a challenge to find.

johnathan's gary fisher singlespeed 29er did me quite well for two rides out at croom, covering 70 miles. the bike is radically different from my usual ride - it is a hardtail, it has bigger wheels, it has one gear, and it is a size L frame (19in, rush is XL). i will consider each of these differences in the next post.

update, or lack thereof

2008-12-07T20:21:00.000-08:00

it's the end of the school semester and by far not my favorite time of year. hopefully by the end of this week i will be able to get back in the saddle and get my mileage back to normal levels, or beyond.

i am temporarily in possession of Johnathan's gary fisher rig 29er ss and hope to throw that girl around for a bit soon, see how she feels between my legs.

i've got an out-the-door route for use in morning training rides that is pretty good and takes me down to the tip of davis island, one of my favorite spots. out and back is 25 miles, and can easily be increased with laps around davis island and/or by sightseeing down bayshore. this route should become at least a twice-a-week thing. it can be done in under 1h30min.

anyways, hopefully i will have some thoughts on the 29er singlespeed for my next post...

2009 Schedule

2008-12-01T20:51:00.000-08:00

ok so here is the list of interesting off-road rides/races for 2009, organized chronologically:

Naked Indian Ride - Jan 3rd*
WT 50 - Jan 10th*
6 Hours of El Lagarto - Jan 25th
Croom 50 - Feb 14th*
12 Hours of Santos - Feb 21st (likely will do 6 hours)
Squiggy Classic - March 14th* (Advanced team class as SQUIRRELS GONE WILD)
Cohutta 100 - April 25th
12 Hours of Tsali - May 23rd
ORAMM - July?
8 Hours of Labor - August 29th
Fool's Gold 50/100 - August ?
12 Hours of Dauset - September 19th

asterisks signify those races that i am already committed to in some way or another. at least, i would like to do two 12 hour races, one of the serious out-of-state serious-climbing events (FG100, Cohutta, ORAMM), and those races listed above that i did last year (squiggy classic, 8 hours of labor).

if anybody reads this and has any other interesting possible races for me to check out, let me know!

mission accomplished

2008-11-23T22:24:00.000-08:00

ok, so it wasn't easy, but i met my goal for the weekend. on saturday i took the rush out to wilderness park for what i hoped would be 2 laps. i wasn't feeling so hot - friday night i had a slight fever and saturday morning i awoke with a headache. out on the trail my pace was average but i never really got into the groove. i headed out from the trout creek site for lap two, and by the time i hit panther i was feeling nauseous and weak. i rode the levve back to my car and drove home, stopping once because i was sure i was going to barf. i managed 27 miles.

saturday night i was out drinking until 330am. sunday i awoke and took my commuter to el taco nazo and back. 8 miles. later i decided to check out the suncoast trail. i figured it would be easy enough to get the rest of the miles there. ride 35 miles out, then have no choice but to ride 35 miles back. no excuses.

i didnt start riding until 400pm or so. i knew i'd probably have to ride in the dark some so i brought my light. little did i know i would be riding the WHOLE distance back from brooksville in the dark. and that when it gets dark, it gets really fucking cold, especially at 18mph. anywyas, it was miserable, but i got the job done. 66.2 miles in 3:49.

27+8+66.2=101.2

priorities

2008-11-21T21:32:00.000-08:00

my bicycles have been neglected lately. i have set myself a goal for this weekend of 100 miles, road, dirt, or any combination thereof. tomorrow i plan to hit the dirt at wilderness park for 2 long laps. sunday i will take an aggressive stance towards my hangover with a road ride somewhere, i know not where.