umd did it today. He weighs about 140 lbs:
Join DateSep 2005LocationSanta Barbara, CAPosts25,839
Yeah, San Ardo. That was me.
Here is the long report that I sent out to my team email:
With no teammates and nobody to work for, I wanted to race aggressively and make the race happen. About 18 miles into the first lap (of 3) I attacked and bridged up to another rider (San Jose) who had just rolled off the front a minute earlier and was just dangling there. We worked together and by town had maybe a 20-30 second lead. When we turned the right corner at the top "climb", we saw two riders bridging up and the pack fairly far back, so we eased a tiny bit. The reinforcements were welcome for the rolling descent where it is especially difficult for a small guy like me to keep ahead of a pack. We rallied strong and kept the power on and grew the lead, but dropped on of the new guys.
About halfway into the second lap, on the turn onto Cattleman, 3 more were trying to bridge up, 2 close and 1 farther away. We eased up a bit again and when the 2 were on we hit it hard up one of the bigger rollers, and dropped one of them again. For those of you trying to do the math, that makes 4. We were going really hard and I was getting fried so I sat out a rotation which helped for a little while, but then I was struggling again. One of the guys (Becher+) reminder me to eat so I scarfed down a Clif bar while I skipped a fee more rotations. After I finished I got back in the rotation just in time to get swallowed by a group a few miles out of town.
But I quickly realized it was a small group, maybe 8 more. So now were 12, which was kind of big, but still much better odds than the whole field. One really strong guy was the driving motor for that group. Now in a much larger group and still trashed from my earlier effort, I sat at the back for a few miles until we got to town. Up the climb we lost a few and down the rolling descent one guy hit a pothole and blew out his tire. Another guy, the big motor got a flat a few minutes later. Down to 7.*
If we stayed away I was in the points, if I out-sprinted one guy, I would be in the money. I liked those odds. But I didn't want to be the guy that wheel-sucked in a break and then sprinted at the end; I was feeling better after eating so I got back in the rotation. I skipped a few pulls here and there but was mostly sharing the work. Somewhere along the way we lost one more, I think due to a flat (there were tons of flats!). Down to 6.
Back on Cattleman road, we passed a women's field and was bearing down on one of the masters cat 4 fields. Our moto cleared a lane for us and we blew by, then caught a solo rider off the front of their field. He jumped back ahead of us but couldn't stay in front. About 3 miles from the finish,*the masters field chased him down and re-passed us, then pretty much stopped right in front of us.*
Frustrated, we attacked up their left side and they made a lane for us along the centerline. One of the other guys in the break was my left, he hesitated them jumped after them. I jumped to follow and it all went pear-shaped. Standing and essentially sprinting, my chain came off. With no resistance, my bike lifted and I went over the bars and landed on my face.*My fork snapped and my wheel is shredded, but with my skillful gluing job, the tire was still securely attached to the rim. It was, in fact, the only thing holding the wheel even remotely together. I got up quickly and surveyed the damage. A guy who had flatted from the P12 race stopped and helped me out, then a few minutes later the field passed and I flagged down the follow vehicle for a ride.
Nothing is broken except my bike. My face is all banged up but it us mostly on the surface. I did go to urgent care later and got steristrips to hold a cut together. I feel surprisingly good the day after, and thanks to a temporary replacement fork from Smitty, I'm still going to do University