Friday, June 29, 2007

Me No Likey Manual Labor

Ok....so if you don't already know....I am currently out of a job. Working in radio tends to be this way unfortunately and even though I am still living off of my payout, after not working really since September, I decided that maybe I should do something...ANYTHING!

With that I have taken to helping out Mtn Bike Racer/Contractor Ray Storm. As you can see...manual labor and I just DO NOT get along.


During these past few days I have had time to contemplate my life and discovered that there are 2 things I can do with my mouth really well and 1 of them is my chosen profession...RADIO!

Tomorrow its the Celebrate Fremont crit...lets see if my back recovers enough to do well.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Burlingame Criterium



My favorite race of the year...The Burlingame Crit. Why? I guess because this was the first race I ever did when I moved out here to SF 2 years ago and I use it as motivation and a way to gauge how I have improved as a bike racer. After getting completely "smoked" in 2005 (I think I actually went backwards in the sprint) I double podiumed in 2006 (5th in CAT4/ 4th 35+4/5) and this year I was looking not only for a podium but for my first ever elusive win.

This year was a bit different though in my leadup. I got sick and was Nyquil-man all week trying to shake this cold and then I decided to race in Stockton the day before..(8th place CAT3...hacking and coughing). But I woke up today and felt better and thought this is it.

Burlingame is always so well done....great setup, fun course, good crowds and the huge banner across the start/finish line. Race goes off a bit odd as the guy giving instructions all of a sudden says go! No 30 sec countdown, nothing. He was talking and then said GO! I along with many others weren't even clipped in. Oh well...no problem and we are off. Early on, I thought "hmmm....me don't feel so good". Just kind of felt weird. But as the race went on I started to feel better. Could have been the 2 bottles of cough medicine I downed the day before to try and get rid of this cough. Is that doping? Or just stupid?

It always amazes me some of the sketchy riding I see in races...its almost like the IQ level of some just drops to Corky level when they are in a race. Today was no different. On one part of the course there is always a bit of a slowdown/bunch up and it was definitely cause for concern but I decided that to combat this, just stay all the way inside or go wide outside and thus eliminate the problem.

As the race goes along a few try to escape and one rider actually got away for 3 laps but as usual they are always pulled back and this was no different. The pace stayed pretty high and I was rolling along forgetting how crappy I felt earlier and now started thinking that today could be going better than I thought.

Then with 5 laps to things started really heating up. More break attempts and the pace is now moving with the pack seemingly strung way out. As we hit the 3 laps to go mark, I was right where I wanted to be, sitting in the top 20 and away from the craziness of the mid-pack. As we flew threw the S turn I was feeling good and had a few guys marked and I was on their wheel. As we came to the slowdown/bunch up area I did not like what I was seeing. A lot of guys not pedaling and the inevitable bunching happened and I was not in or outside but dead center. Not good. Here is the insane part...even though we had been through that wide turn 20 times, guys still freaked the F out. They went Corky and I got F*&k'ed! 2 guys hit their brakes and got into each other right in front of me.

In my 2 plus years of racing and doing a ton of crits, I have managed to avoid all crashes. I've skidded sideways, bounced off guys and had to duck as bikes have flown over my head. Even last year at Burlingame, some guy got into me in the sprint and I still managed to pedal him off my leg and get 5th. All that good luck ended yesterday. Just as i thought I would be able to escape the carnage, the leg of one of the fallen swings out and next thing I know I am on the ground...F*&k!!!!!

And that was it...CRASH! My first reaction was "why couldn't his have been a few laps earlier!" so I could have gotten the free lap and got back in the race. But then I thought...well I'm ok. Amazingly no cuts, no road rash...nothing. My bike...or should I say front wheel not ok. A complete rupture.



Oh well...so there ends the 2007 Burlingame Crit for me...no win, no points, no podium, no glory for the Mouse. BUT...I did get my first ever RACE CRASH! Thats bike racing.

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Biggest Little City in the World!


After getting scortched in the sprint with horrendous positioning at the Sierra Nevada/Specialized Crit in Folsom, CA earlier in the day, some friends convinced me to come to Reno and watch how the pros do it at the Tour de Nez. Never having been to Reno before, I thought this was a great excuse to see a city I would never have gone to anyway. So with my foul smelling skin suit, I threw the bike back on the car and was off to the "Biggest Little City in the World"!!!

As I motored down the 80, I was befallen by a spectacle that is truly American Made...Cheesy Looking Casino hotels rising from the earth....ahhh! I love this country! I quickly made my way to my spacious and luxurious accomodations at the Rodeway Inn at 2050 Market St with no casino, no restaurant and no pool but a lovely continental breakfast and located right next to a Dodge dealer. For $60, I wasn't expecting much.

After dumping my stuff I quickly made my way over to the race course and man it was like a different world. Little redneck locals swimming in the "wild river", shirtless dentally challenged men swigging god knows what intermingling with the obvious outsiders knows as cyclists. Toned and fit men and women in tight lycra or in relaxed hip cycling clothes sipping out of waterbottles. A true culture clash.

The Pro race had just started and with the tough course and the ever increasing wind, it was going to be an interesting race. I met up with my friend Todd, his wife and teammates from the Owens Healthcare team and watched as the pro racers came blowing by the start/finish line in a long line of 40+mph. After that, i decided to walk the course and try and find Larry from my team who was also in town taking pics of the race. http://www.cyclingnews.com/road.php?id=road/2007/jun07/tourdenez07/tourdenez072

As you can see...I found him. And he found me.

The race was sick with only a handful of guys actually finishing. Afterwards I was on my own...walking the streets of Reno thinking "wow...I will probably never come back here" I should take a picture of the sign. Back at my 2 star accomodations at the Rodeway Inn at 2050 Market St, I looked back on my day and said to myself..."self, I'm tired" and I was quickly off to sleep.

Reno, was it all just a dream? Sadly no.