Sunday, March 22, 2009

sprang has sprung...

As I sit here sipping my first bottle of my first batch of homebrew prematurely (definitely needs more than a week to carbonate), I'm left to reflect on what was a pretty good weekend. Started off with a hard edition of the Chester County ride. The Happy Canadian and the Angry German left me a shattered, broken man. After bringing Tough Cookie to the airport, washing the bikes, and brewing a second batch of beer, I finally had a chance to relax with some beer, enchiladas, and good company.

Today, I rolled over in bed, thinking I should just sleep in and scrap the planned mountain bike ride. Instead I met up with Buddy, Faticus, the Angry German, and Kurtee at Fair Hill. Despite the Fat One's efforts to set a steady pace (in which he succeeded) I was shattered and decided to pull off with Kurtee to cut my losses.

After nursing my wounds, I met up with some of the previously mentioned characters plus Monkey to watch the collegiate boys and girls race a crit on the UofD campus. The racing was pretty fun to watch. Turns out UVM still sandbags every race but the A race. In the B race, they had 6 people in the 10 man chase group, so it was super nice to see the UPenn win off the front. He owes his teammate a beer for the job he did disrupting the chase.

The fuzz said Marc's man-pris were illegal.

The Angry German wanted to try on some ironic hipster attire for size.

The worst part of the whole day was watching the lower category men and women trying to negotiate the corner at the bottom of the course. There was a crosswalk right at the entrance of the turn which acted as a launch ramp, and the landing pad was a hard left hander with a manhole cover in it. Not only did two racers go down - one girl from Williams planted her helmet into the curbing while a Yale guy flew 5 feet through the air and broke his fall with his face - but the race official on the moto went down and left in an ambulance. As I said to one of the UD guys, "Great course design guys."

The launching pad with a UVM racer entering the danger zone.

Faceplant Yale racer after eating the curb.

Ninja Don and the Rutgers boys boycotted the race because of it's genius design.

The only thing that eclipsed the racing was the heckling - this is where the DCCofD really shines. Jan was cheering for the Saturn pace car, which could barely keep ahead of the peloton. I was cheering for anyone but UVM, and Marc was rooting for the local boys he recognized. My favorite UVM heckles included "You guys can give up, your teammate cracked!" and at the end of the B race, to 6 UVMers: "Now you should be nicely warmed up for the A race!" To which one guy shook his head and said: "I'm a Cat 4!" I say he's a sandbagger.

The Saturn pace car chasing hard to catch the field.



Now I'm trying to relax on the couch, but the kid next door is still doing laps around his house on his 4-wheeler. The little fucker has literally been riding the thing for the last 2 days NONSTOP. There is a dirt path worn in around their house:

Thursday, March 05, 2009

justice...

I've been thinking about the mountain bike races I'd like to contend this year. Here's the list as it stands today:
  • Sat 4/18 - Baker's Dozen - Leesburg, VA - 3-person team with Lauri and Rick.
  • Sun 5/3 - Granogue - at least volunteering.
  • Sat 5/9 - French Creek - PA - Hey, it's close.
  • 5/30 - Mohican 100 - Loudonville, OH - 2 100 milers this year?
  • Sun 6/14 - Stoopid 50.
  • Fri 6/26-29 - Marysville Stage Race / 12 Hour Relay (Saturday) - Maybe get my brother to do his first mountain bike race here.
  • Sun 7/12 - Fair Hill - Maybe racing, maybe bbq-ing in the woods?
  • Sat 8/1 - Wilderness 101.
  • 9/16-20 - SSWC - Durango, CO - Hell yes.
  • 10/24-25 - Livestrong Challenge - Austin, TX - Supporting Tough Cookie and see what the Austin buzz is all about.
Justice is my current favorite band to which I like to listen while I ride. Enjoy these three:





Tuesday, March 03, 2009

snow...

After my snowy commute yesterday, I headed out with the Angry German for a romp in the fresh pow. If one is only going to get a single snowy day all winter, one should use the mountain bike to track up every bit of virgin ground. It was a hard, hard ride, with lots of hiking the climbs for lack of traction. But the unexpected waist-deep snow drifts, the terrifyingly unpredictable descents, and the semi-controlled slides around the corners left me feeling like a 10 year old with a sled on a snow-day. I don't think I've ever seen the Angry German so giddy (credit due: some of the photos are his).







Monday, March 02, 2009

morning commute...

One lady up front rolls her eyes and says to me: "oh yeah, real safe."