Phatman
09-19-04, 05:00 PM
well, ladies and gents, I have finally done my first race. Well, it was actually my first two. I did one saturday and another sunday, it was hampton park crit in Charleston SC. It was a blast. I'm not sure how fast we were going, because I broke my computer the day before the race, it wasn't a big deal, though, becuase I couldn't look down at it anyway, I was concentrating too hard on holding my line.
For the first race on saturday, I'll be honest. I was one of those squirrley kids, I was riding a little sketchy. for one thing, the pace was a LOT faster then I thought it would be, although I could easily keep the pace. however, I wasn't really used to things happeing as fast as they were. I settled down about halfway through, though.
Since it was in charelston, it was really flat, I didn't get off of my big ring the entire time. I basically stayed in the pack and saved my energy. I tried an attack, and it didn't really work too well, becuase it seemed like no one wanted to come with me. I figured I was just wasting my time while blowing myself up, so I just softpedaled back to the pack.
Then, about two thirds of the way in, I took the inside line of the turn, and this huge guy, probably 6'6" and 250 pounds starts to come inside towards me. there was about a three-inch dropoff on the inside, so I really didn't want to go in it. I was probably 6"-8" from the edge when this guy started coming over, I and I was like, "hey man, watch it. careful! hey, LINE!" and this guy puts his shoulder into mine, and I gave a bit then pushed back a bit. just when I did that, this guy goes careening away behind me and takes out a couple of people. Somehow, I managed to come out alright. I was really scared, though. I REALLY didn't want to go off the little drop at 30 mph with my skinny road tires.
Then, towards the end of the race, though, I heard this guy in the pack say, "hey, this is the last lap", and I was like, "oh crap" and he started going. I went after him, but then he just stopped. I kept going, until about 200 yards from the starting line, I heard the loudspeakersay, "this is IT guys! there is only one more lap!" I was like, oh crap, I went a lap early. I had maybe 3-5 seconds on the field, and I tried to hold it for the last lap, but I ran out of gas after the third (of four) turn, and half the field zoomed by me. I felt pretty dumb, I'll tell you.
I went with a couple of guys from the cycling team here at state, they did the cat 3/4 race. however, neither finished. one flatted with 2 laps to go, and the other got in a crash and managed to total his bike. his right STI was touching his stem, and the hanger on his Fuji Roubaix pro was bent to hell and a bit cracked. it was kind of a bad day for them, I'd say.
The next day, I was determined to do better, to try to get in a break to avoid the sketchiness in the beginning. however, I had tried this energy drink stuff called "revenge". It was pretty decent, but it made my stomach not feel so good. I tried an attack to get my legs warm, since my legs were feeling a bit slow. however, I got out front, and a couple of people bridged up to me, and I was out there for like two minutes, and I pulled over to let one of the bridgers take a pull, but they stuck on my tail. I taunted them, I was like, "*****es, you better do some work", but they wouldn't. I was like, "f*ck you then", and I stopped pedaling, because I was so tired. I let the pack come back, and I stayed around the middle/back, and then the pace slowly got slower and slower. then, as I rode by the start line, I heard the loudspeaker say, "The break has 17 seconds on the field" There was a team blocking for their man! I wouldn't mind this, but this one team made up half the field. It mean't that I absolutly couldn't get away, and no one would attack with me. so we just went 20 mph with the Lowcountry VW team setting the pace. I tried to get people to go, I was like, "c'mon, are we gonna let them lap us?" but no one would go. Damn you Lowcountry VW cat 5ers. except for the guy on the yellow specialized. He was cool to me, and helped me out a bit with the general race procedure. It kinda ruined that race for me.
Anyway, it was a pretty fun experience. I definitly want to get in more races. I noticed a huge difference in handling skills between the first and second race, and I think that the more I do, the better off I'll be. Some actually commented that I handled the bike a lot better today then yesterday. So anyway, even though I didn't get any real results, I got some experience, which is pretty important.
For the first race on saturday, I'll be honest. I was one of those squirrley kids, I was riding a little sketchy. for one thing, the pace was a LOT faster then I thought it would be, although I could easily keep the pace. however, I wasn't really used to things happeing as fast as they were. I settled down about halfway through, though.
Since it was in charelston, it was really flat, I didn't get off of my big ring the entire time. I basically stayed in the pack and saved my energy. I tried an attack, and it didn't really work too well, becuase it seemed like no one wanted to come with me. I figured I was just wasting my time while blowing myself up, so I just softpedaled back to the pack.
Then, about two thirds of the way in, I took the inside line of the turn, and this huge guy, probably 6'6" and 250 pounds starts to come inside towards me. there was about a three-inch dropoff on the inside, so I really didn't want to go in it. I was probably 6"-8" from the edge when this guy started coming over, I and I was like, "hey man, watch it. careful! hey, LINE!" and this guy puts his shoulder into mine, and I gave a bit then pushed back a bit. just when I did that, this guy goes careening away behind me and takes out a couple of people. Somehow, I managed to come out alright. I was really scared, though. I REALLY didn't want to go off the little drop at 30 mph with my skinny road tires.
Then, towards the end of the race, though, I heard this guy in the pack say, "hey, this is the last lap", and I was like, "oh crap" and he started going. I went after him, but then he just stopped. I kept going, until about 200 yards from the starting line, I heard the loudspeakersay, "this is IT guys! there is only one more lap!" I was like, oh crap, I went a lap early. I had maybe 3-5 seconds on the field, and I tried to hold it for the last lap, but I ran out of gas after the third (of four) turn, and half the field zoomed by me. I felt pretty dumb, I'll tell you.
I went with a couple of guys from the cycling team here at state, they did the cat 3/4 race. however, neither finished. one flatted with 2 laps to go, and the other got in a crash and managed to total his bike. his right STI was touching his stem, and the hanger on his Fuji Roubaix pro was bent to hell and a bit cracked. it was kind of a bad day for them, I'd say.
The next day, I was determined to do better, to try to get in a break to avoid the sketchiness in the beginning. however, I had tried this energy drink stuff called "revenge". It was pretty decent, but it made my stomach not feel so good. I tried an attack to get my legs warm, since my legs were feeling a bit slow. however, I got out front, and a couple of people bridged up to me, and I was out there for like two minutes, and I pulled over to let one of the bridgers take a pull, but they stuck on my tail. I taunted them, I was like, "*****es, you better do some work", but they wouldn't. I was like, "f*ck you then", and I stopped pedaling, because I was so tired. I let the pack come back, and I stayed around the middle/back, and then the pace slowly got slower and slower. then, as I rode by the start line, I heard the loudspeaker say, "The break has 17 seconds on the field" There was a team blocking for their man! I wouldn't mind this, but this one team made up half the field. It mean't that I absolutly couldn't get away, and no one would attack with me. so we just went 20 mph with the Lowcountry VW team setting the pace. I tried to get people to go, I was like, "c'mon, are we gonna let them lap us?" but no one would go. Damn you Lowcountry VW cat 5ers. except for the guy on the yellow specialized. He was cool to me, and helped me out a bit with the general race procedure. It kinda ruined that race for me.
Anyway, it was a pretty fun experience. I definitly want to get in more races. I noticed a huge difference in handling skills between the first and second race, and I think that the more I do, the better off I'll be. Some actually commented that I handled the bike a lot better today then yesterday. So anyway, even though I didn't get any real results, I got some experience, which is pretty important.
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