Thursday, March 5, 2015

Commuting to work on a Bicycle.

I rode my bike to work on Tuesday. 

Hopefully I start doing this 3 days a week. 

I left later than planned and had to haul ass. My new "fatherhood" version of hauling ass is a lot slower than my pre fatherhood version of hauling ass, so I was a few minutes late. Turns out that the fatherhood stamina I've discovered applies only to functioning on little sleep and is no help when it comes to the stamina required to ride a bicycle. 

My routing will get refined over these next few weeks. 

My grand plan for cyclo cross domination   Is well on its way. 


Monday, February 23, 2015

I rode my bike yesterday (big team ride and party edition)

I rode my bike yesterday. 

Our big team ride went off road due to the cold temps. I got hot. It was awesome.

Last years big team ride was a road ride on mountain bikes over 5 inches of snow. Snow was minimal this year but the urban single track was not. All I want to do is ride my mountain bike thru midtown, and cliff drive. 

God bless Kansas City and Brett Shoffner. And I'm sure he has tons of help with the trail building so god bless all those fine folks as well. 

Later in the evening was the yearly team party, which for the last few years has been at Pot Pie in Westport. A great restaurant That I highly recommend you visit. 

Life is good. 

Y

Saturday, February 21, 2015

I Rode My Bike Today.

I rode my bike today.

That's news worthy for me, given the way things have been lately. We have a 2 month old kid. 

He's awesome. 

Today's ride was a recon ride. Starting in March I plan to commute to work via bicycle. Three days a week at first. The route has now been established and its a good one. Takes about 35 minutes one way and hopefully I can stretch that to 1.5 hrs for a once a week adventure ride on my way home.

It includes a bit of the Turkey Creek paved trail plus about 15 feet of hobo single track underneath 75th st. So it's time to put some beefy tires on the road bike. 

I'm looking forward to this, never really commuted via bicycle before. 

I will race this year. When and where and how out of shape I'll be remains to be seen. 


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

HPT Topeka CX and Veterans Cross in Leavenworth.

Saturday night at Topeka was awesome. 

Sunday afternoon in Levenworth was terrible. 

Saturday:

The open race was big for KC. 18. My start was fine but all the long fast sections were killing me. Almost dug too deep on laps 1 and 2 so had to slow up for a few laps in the middle. 

Started to recover towards the end which was good because there were actually people to race with. I had linked up with Pot Pie and we had somebody chasing us hard plus J Fox was close enough in front that we had a shot to catch him. 

Moments like this is why I worked to come back after the collar bone break. Racing people is fun. 

Mark from Velo Tek ended up catching us on the last lap or so but he slid out shortly after so Me and Pot Pie went back around him. I mumbled something about working with John to not get passed and to maybe catch Joe but he was into the race we had going between ourselves. 

We got to the final long strait grass section behing the bleachers and I was on Johns wheel and could feel that Velo Tek Mark would be coming around us and when he did I grabbed his wheel. 

That small moment was another keeper for the memory banks. It's the little things people. And when you've been getting crushed in the open race for three years the little things like that go a long way. 

So I jump on marks wheel but he immediately began to pull away. At this point I'm digging very deep and loving every minute of it. 

Very zen stuff. 

Especially negotiating the few remaining corners. When your on the edge but still riding clean(ish) it's a great feeling. 

Mark was close enough that I had a slim shot, and all the sudden J Fox was close, too. I kept going as fast as possible but we finished in that order. 

Finished maybe 16 of 18 and had a blast doing it. 

(Did get passed by 3 of the 3's. Last year at this race I managed to stay in front of all of 'em).


Sunday

I showed up late and didn't pre ride. 

Mistake.

The 3's started at the same time as the 1's and 2's so I was excited and nervous to see where I would end up. I'm a slow 2 but maybe a okay 3?

Never got the chance to find out. 8 seconds into the race I crashed hard and could not continue. 

There was a slight bend in the long strait start and everyone in front of me kept comin closer and closer to not making the turn until the guy right in front of me, Mark H, was forced to go thru the tape. Except he couldn't go thru the tape b/c a spectator was crouching there and he was headed strait for her. 

So he did the only thing he could do and slammed the breaks. I ran into him and went up and over, landing on my head and breaking my prescription sun glasses and front wheel in the process. 

Race over. 

Mark felt bad and actually drove by my house afterwards to apologize again and make sure I was okay. That was an awesome gesture. I have no hard feelings. 

Neither Mark nor myself had pre-ridden so shame on us, but the start did seem narrow and throwing that little bend in there was a little sketch. 

Oh well, sh*t happens. 

I'm hoping to do two more races this year. Ending with the Parkville one. We'll see if I can find the time and motivation to train enough to give me a few more good experiences. 

Sunday, November 2, 2014

I raced cross this weekend, twice. Colavita Cup and Boulevard Cup.

This weekend was my return to racing after the collar bone break. 

It was awesome.

Saturday was Colavita Cup and Sunday was Boulevard cup.

Saturday:

Soon after I broke my bone I decided cross was off. Then I changed my mind. I've been pedaling my bike for the last 6 weeks with the last two being somewhat intense. 

It helped but I'm still terribly slow. 

Saturday was the perfect come back race. Free. Small field. No pressure. 8 starters, I finished 6th. 7th was way overmatched, way more so than me, and 8th missed his start. So I wasn't last. 

It was awesome just to be out there. 

(This is a terrible picture of me).


Sunday:

I figured the field would be bigger for Boulevard cup, and it was. But the turnout was still pretty low. 13 in the open race. I was 13, I wore it upsidown. 

Hung with the group longer than yesterday but still got destroyed. Back tire developed a slow leak and was completely flat with 4 minutes to go. Ended up running it in... In front of the entire 4/5 field who was staging. Everyone cheered. It was pretty f-ing bad a*s. 

Bicycles are the best. 

I love you all. 


Friday, August 22, 2014

Cathedrial Crits

Holy cow, those races were fun. 

Last Saturday and Sunday we had the Cathedrial Crits. I volunteered both days so it was an exhausting weekend. 

Due to our team chasing team kbar I raced the 4/5 both days, instead of the 3/4. I thought I could win, I could have, I didn't. 

Saturday I finished 5th of around 20 and Sunday I finished 4th of around 20. In both raced the team rode really well. Attacking, blocking, helping. I've never been in another race where we had that many strong guys on one team who were all riding as one. Fun stuff. 

I was stupid and let some small gaps open in the final two laps of both races which eliminated and chance at winning. Well, that was more the case on the 2nd day. We also hit lapped traffic both days which added to the difficultly of maintaining a good position. 

Saturday I found myself in limbo on the last lap and the one second it took me to commit to going all in was long enough to eliminate the chance of winning. Sunday was more of a lapped traffic issue but my memory is fuzzy so I don't want to place too much blame on that. We all had to get around it. 

I've raced a lot over the past 5 years but last weekend was, from a team perspective, the best ever. 

Day 1 photos..



Day 2 photos...

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Arma Road Race.

My Wife: "so you had already done this turn 3 times and you still f'd it up?"

Me: "Yes"

Last Saturdays Arma road race was pretty awesome,  it was almost the best ever. If only i hadn't botched the second to last turn, which we had already done three times meaning there is no excuse for me turning like a moron. 

Ahhh what might have been...

It was a roughly 50 mile road race and our cat 4/5 field had about 35 starters. I was feeling good and having fun as soon as they said go.

Tcpckc had another great turnout, all season has been great but the last 6 weeks or so have been off the charts awesome. Riding bikes is fun but riding bikes with your friends is even better. In the 4/5 race alone we had Jeret, Micahel, Mark the Brit, Nate and myself.

The race started off fast but for the most part it was a typical 4/5 road race. Lots of speeding up and slowing down, but im guessing a lot of road races are like that, regardless of category. But i don't mind. Especially if the course is fun, which this one was. We did 4 laps, multiple turns per lap, two railroad crossings, one long stretch of crappy road (but crappy in a fun way), one longish hill, not too steep but enough to make a difference in crunch time, especially since it topped out about 1 mile from the finish, then the two tight corners ont narrow roads within about 600 meters to go. Plus the scenery was pretty.

It was a fun course. 

the mood in the field was good, people were chatty, i was telling jokes...

The other day my dad walked up to me and said, 'son, if you don't stop masturbating you're going to go blind. I said, Dad, i'm over here.'

Kyle from KCBC spent a lap or so off the front but we could see him the whole time. We caught him with maybe 10 miles to go and Michael mentioned we needed to be towards the front. Soon after, his back wheel lost a spoke. I was riding behind him and was going to offer the use of my spare in the following truck but after a few seconds he decided it would be fine, which it was. Mark was also sitting towards the front and despite not seeing Jeret i figured he would be there when it mattered. He's rides casual. Nate was also kicking butt especially since its his first season.

We caught Kyle and i moved up to top 5, thinking someone might make a move that i wanted to follow. Never really happened. There was a small move when we hit the crappy road section, two dudes on the same team went off the front, i pulled for a bit, then there was an attack and the group was shortly all together again. As we hit the hill for the last time i was sitting around 10th and had plenty of energy. This was it.

I set myself up on the far right side and had no issues being boxed in when the accelerations came. The last few minutes of this race, starting with the climb, were so fun. I was eyeing everyone, trying to get in the perfect spot. Towards the top the gaps were starting to open but i was right where i wanted to be and well within myself, i might have attacked but i saw Mark doing just that so i grabbed a wheel. I think Kevin from Boulevard had already attacked and i knew he had a chance to hold it and that it was a good move to go with but Mark was chasing him and he had a small gap. He had a rider on his wheel followed by a tiny gap and then two riders that i was directly behind. The wheels i was following eventually caught Mark and we lined up for the first of the two turns.

Things are a little hazy but i was probably 5th wheel here with about 500 meters to go (full disclosure, my estimation of distance in Meters is horrible). This is when it all went pear shaped. The guys in front of me took a horrible line, I thought, so i vow to show them how it's done. i come in fast on the outside, thinking ill carry way more momentum... all the way to victory.

Except im an idiot and I come in too hot and had to go into the grass... NUTS! i never put a foot down and was back on the pavement in two seconds but that was all it took. Any shot at winning was over. I went from having a real shot to having no shot. I still gave it everything, at first, as soon as i was back on the pavement i was pissed and i punched it. Got in front of a guy or two before the final turn (again, the line they took was less than astounding, but i obviously dontknow  what im talking about) and got out of the saddle for the final sprint... i pretty much blew up halfway there and coasted in for 12th.

Nuts.

I never saw Michael in the finish but he was in there and had a shot at 3rd but blew up for 9th. And he started the final climb in the very back! Dudes on fire. Jeret said he was right behind me when i went into the grass and he took 6th. Nathan was 19th and Mark was 21st. I think Mark blew up going for broke at the top of the climb. 

The whole day was awesome except for the last minute. Again, i really thought the course was sweet. The finish was perfect. Having a climb that's just hard enough to create small gaps, then throw in 500 meters of flat before two 90 degree turns onto narrow roads with the finish line just after that.... its like something at the end of a spring classic. At least that's how it felt to me.

I want a do-over.