Monthly Archives: May 2014

Velotek Grand Prix Stage Race

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I rode a local stage race last weekend. Many times, local races are much harder than NRC races. More time in the wind, lots more jumping and such, is usually what occurs in a local race. This was the case last weekend.

The race went fine. Brian Jensen won the hillclimb, I was 3rd in the criterium, Brian was 2nd again yesterday and ended up 2nd overall in GC. It isn’t what we, the TradeWind Team, is usually happy with at a local event, but the field was much better than just a normal, local, 30 rider PRO 1/2 field.

My race was interesting, at least personally. I totally blew the hillclimb, which I might not ever understand. The criterium went just okay. We all rode alright, but knew it was going to come down to the 90 miles road race, which was yesterday.

The race was interesting because I felt so bad yesterday morning. Like I posted yesterday, I rode back from the criterium and fell apart on the way home. I got super overheated and had to stop for 30 minutes at a convenience store, and just drink and rest. I never felt the same that night. My legs muscles were continually firing and I felt sick at the stomach.

I woke up yesterday morning sort of nauseated. I instantly had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t really digest much dinner it seemed. And I kept doing that for the next 2 1/2 hours, over and over again. I got to the race feeling bad. Really weak and a little dizzy. I thought it was most likely caused by overheating. I was pretty worried that it was going to heat up quicker in the morning than it was forecast, which was a high in the mid 80’s.

The race started from the gun. Bob Cummings attacked as soon as we clipped in. I was at 1000 watts 10 seconds into the race. The next 2 hours, it was bad. I tried to fake it pretty well, but was really at my limit. Sometimes, I was barely hanging on. It was only on climbs that I seemed to be recovering some.

I thought I was maybe weak because I didn’t have any nutrition from the day before. I tried to eat and drink as much as I could stomach the during this time. Right about 60 miles in, I started coming around. It was probably a combination of the rest of the guys getting worse while I feeling just a little better. But, I was coming around.

I really did get back completely. Eventually, on the last 30 mile lap, the field split and I missed it. Brian made the split and I could have made it just then, but Jacob White, who was leading the race by 7 seconds was back with me and I didn’t want to drag him up. A few miles later, I jumped on a hill and bridged 80% of the way up to the 11 guys up the road, with Jordan Ross, Team Kaos, but we didn’t quite make it. Anyway, I got feeling better and better, maybe because we were out of contention and riding easier, but whatever the reason, I was going pretty good at the end of the race.

I really love the aspect of the sport that you can ride into a mass start bike race. Drafting allows you to stay in contention while your body is trying to get itself in order. Knowing that your body has an adaptive process and having the patience to wait for it to kick in is something I rely on constantly. I knew, from past experience, that there was a fair chance I’d feel better a few hours later. We’ve all experienced it, but it always surprises me.

Brian, Bill and I rode the 25 miles back to Lawrence after the race. I talked them into riding on gravel, hoping it would be a wind block, but it was just hot. I kept feeling better and better and at the end of the 110 miles, felt just about normal again. Go figure.

Brian grilled us some chicken and had cold beer in the fridge, so all was good.

This morning, I had to get up before 4 am and drive Trudi to the airport. She was flying out to Santa Rosa, CA, for the Tour of California prep. Being under slept is not great for recovery. I drove her the 80 miles to the airport and was back in bed by 6:30 am. I am a little tweaked this morning, but hope that will pass.

It is going to be in the upper 80’s, lower 90’s the next few days. I am going to try to get acclimated to the heat some this week. I figure I’d had heat issues the last few years and it is only going to get hotter. The best way I’ve found to do this is just ride, slow, very slow, during the heat of the day, for hours. I don’t really need the hours, but I need to spend the time in the heat. Hopefully it will work out.

Lee Bumgarner won the race yesterday over Brian.  11 guys started together at the bottom of this hill and it shattered.

Lee Bumgarner won the race yesterday over Brian. 11 guys started together at the bottom of this hill and it shattered.

The podium, Lee in the middle, Brian on the left and Skyler Mackey, 	Think Finance p/b Trek Bike Stores, who moved up to 3rd overall on the final climb.

The podium, Lee in the middle, Brian on the left and Skyler Mackey, Think Finance p/b Trek Bike Stores, who moved up to 3rd overall on the final climb.

I'm pretty skinny right now.  The veins seemed to be coming out with the heat.  Kind of creepy looking.

I’m pretty skinny right now. The veins seemed to be coming out with the heat. Kind of creepy looking.

Brian wasn't so happy I talked him into riding on gravel on the way to Lawrence, he flatted.

Brian wasn’t so happy I talked him into riding on gravel on the way to Lawrence, he flatted.

Brian had a full refrigerator of FreeState Beer.

Brian had a full refrigerator of FreeState Beer.

Patience

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Yesterday was one of those days that everything just went a little wrong. Maybe it was because I got up before 4 am to drive Trudi to the airport after a hard, hot day on the bike, I don’t know, but nothing seemed to be working well, especially my mind and body.

Anyway, I thought should change the oil in my diesel van. It takes 15 quarts of synthetic oil and by the time you add the new oil filter, it comes to about $125, that is doing it myself. So, it’s about a 10 minute job normally, but not yesterday.

When I got the van a few years ago, the oil plug was partially rounded. So, everytime I removed it, I pay close attention to get the socket on straight and tight. But, not yesterday. Yesterday I just fuckered it up more. And more. I soon realized that I wasn’t going to be able to use the 19mm anymore and the plug was toast. So I went in the garage and got a 24in Rigid pipe wrench to remove it. I got the jaws of the pipe wrench on the plug pretty good and couldn’t believe it wouldn’t come out. That just rounded it more and more.

I sprayed some rust penetrator stuff on the bolt, since it is a steel pan, steel bolt, sans copper washer, and let it sit. I got the pipe wrench on it again and nothing. So, I go downstairs and get the Dremel tool. I took the Dremel and cut the plug to a the size of a 18 mm socket. I tapped it on with a hammer, had a pretty good feel for it and then, nope, it just spun.

Finally, I just ground the bolt down to the size of a 17mm extractor I had. I’m not sure if it was removing the metal that was rusted to the pan or what, but the extractor removed the plug. I haven’t changed the oil since I drove the van up to Cable over Christmas, and that place is white with salt, but come on, that was ridiculous.

I went to the auto parts store to buy and new plug and couldn’t figure out what size I needed. I think it was a 14 x 1.25 pitch, but it didn’t look right. Anyway, I finally called the Ford dealer and they had a plug for $9, so I just drove there.

I got the plug and had the destroyed one with me and when I went to the cashier woman at the dealership, she knows me, she said something about it looks like I had some trouble getting it out. I told her that is is so weird how a 10 minute job can turn into a 2 hours job. And I got no satisfaction out of it at all. I told her the plug has been screwed up since day one, but I blew it initially.

She said it was patience. That the older we get, the less patience we have. We don’t do things as precisely as we used to because we lack patience. I agreed. Plus, I added I didn’t get much of a sense of accomplishment from solving the problem because I knew that I was going to get the plug out.

20 years ago I would have thought of the whole thing as a learning process and really taken some pride in solving the issue. I wouldn’t have thought of it as a waste of my time. I wasn’t patient from the start and that is what started the whole load of extra work.

Patience applies a lot to bike racing, especially when you’re racing alone. Since an individual rider doesn’t usually have a ton of impact on the whole race, that rider needs to allocate his/her energy very efficiently. I’ve met a ton of very, very talented athletics, that raced bikes, that didn’t have any patience. They never got to the next level because of it. They used all their energy, some of it just nervous energy, but most of it real, expended energy, on stupid moves and early breaks that had little chance for success. I felt bad for them because they didn’t have any ability to rein it in and just let the race play out as it normally would. Their impatience made it nearly impossible to get a result.

Anyway, it seems now like I’m always behind doing things. I’m not sure if it is just a perception or I am really behind. I’d think at this time of my life, I would have less stuff to do. It always seems more stuff to do. Maybe I just want to do more stuff, so there is a longer list, I’m not sure, but whatever the reason, the list just keeps getting longer. And I don’t have the patience, it seems, to just do things half-assed. I think I used to be able to decided what needs to be done perfectly and what just needs to get done. Now, when I do something, I want to do it exactly the right way, even if it doesn’t matter than much. Eventually, I just run out of time and do it mediocre because that is all the time I have left to do it. It is frustrating.

Okay, now that I have all that down, I can take a deep breathe. It didn’t help much that I nearly completely fell apart on the club ride last night. I finally just sat on and when they went hard at the end, I sat up. My legs didn’t feel that bad, I just had no energy. I probably need another rest day, off the bike, but sometimes those don’t really turn out to be rest days. Most my projects involve a big amount of physical activity. And the ones that don’t, I tend to just ignore.

Below are a few pictures of the drain plug, so interesting to me and no one else, plus a few old time photos I got from Jim Safford. He’s been taking photos for a long time and said he would send me some more after the Tour of California. I really should get all my pictures and slides turned into digital sometime.

Screwed up drain plug.

Screwed up drain plug.

Extractor that ended up working.

Extractor that ended up working.

New and old plug.

New and old plug.

This photo is from the Tour of Americans.  It's a team time trial, obviously.  I was winning the race at this point.  I ended up 2nd overall to Davis Phinney.

This photo is from the Tour of Americans. It’s a team time trial, obviously. I was winning the race at this point. I ended up 2nd overall to Davis Phinney.

I guess this is from the Tour of Texas.  That is Chris Carmichael behind me.

I guess this is from the Tour of Texas. That is Chris Carmichael behind me.

This is from Sea Otter, late 90's.  Seem a little muddy.

This is from Sea Otter, late 90’s. Seem a little muddy.

This is from Mammoth, early 90's.  I look a little scared.  This wasn't an easy descent.

This is from Mammoth, early 90’s. I look a little scared. This wasn’t an easy descent.