Ripon
One of my favorite things about bike racing is that almost everybody loses. Oh boy, you can tell this is going to be a good one. Compared to most sports where half the participants win, the vast majority are losers in bicycle racing. Everyone comes out and tries as hard as they possibly can, and most fail. And there was plenty of losing to go around at Ripon.
The course was shorted from 1.6 to 0.6 miles. And even though we were on time, for no reason that I could determine, the 3 race was shortened from 35 to 20 miles. The new course was a real bear, with climbs out of 3 out of 4 corners.
It was a family affair, with the whole crew out to spectate, and my brother entering his first USAC criterium.
He finished OTB, but at least he finished.
That race was the closest I've ever come to riding-induced vomiting. I could taste it. I deviated from my standard strictly PBJ pre-race diet. Last time I do that. Also I had my heavy wheels, because the good ones are broken, and possibly dead. Blah blah excuses. I got tons of them. But the important thing is I had fun. As long as we keep our sense of perspective about the whole thing and realize it's all in fun, everybody goes home happy.
Gotcha! Just kidding!
The import thing is I tried and failed abjectly. And it's delightful.
The course was shorted from 1.6 to 0.6 miles. And even though we were on time, for no reason that I could determine, the 3 race was shortened from 35 to 20 miles. The new course was a real bear, with climbs out of 3 out of 4 corners.
It was a family affair, with the whole crew out to spectate, and my brother entering his first USAC criterium.
He finished OTB, but at least he finished.
That race was the closest I've ever come to riding-induced vomiting. I could taste it. I deviated from my standard strictly PBJ pre-race diet. Last time I do that. Also I had my heavy wheels, because the good ones are broken, and possibly dead. Blah blah excuses. I got tons of them. But the important thing is I had fun. As long as we keep our sense of perspective about the whole thing and realize it's all in fun, everybody goes home happy.
Gotcha! Just kidding!
The import thing is I tried and failed abjectly. And it's delightful.
Posted By posted by recursive on 9:56 PM
4 Comments:
It's the wheels man. It's all about the wheels.
By
Psimet, at July 19, 2008 12:45 AM
So, what did you eat instead?
And did it taste just as good the second time around?
By
Hip, at July 19, 2008 8:20 AM
duh, tells us what the deviation was? captin crunch? what? later.
By
aham23, at July 19, 2008 8:48 PM
Something with cream cheese in it or something. And no, it tasted like death.
By
recursive, at July 20, 2008 10:00 PM
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