Monthly Archives: May 2005
The second stage of the day was an afternoon criterium, held on a course through the parking lots at Thanksgiving Point.
A Criterium by definition is a multi-lap race on a closed course typically with a lap less than one mile. This style of racing has bred a unique athlete, which stresses speed and bike handling. Action is never more than a minute or two away, as riders cover lap after lap.
I had spent the time between races eating 3 bagels, drinking gallons of water, and laying in the shade. Also getting more than a bit nervous to race the ‘crit’. Some guys thrive on this type of race. Not me. Sure, they can be alot of fun, but can be carnage-filled as well. Especially in the category I was racing in. High on fitness, short on handling and self-preservation instincts…
I was more afraid of crashing and not being able to continue the race (tomorrow and then next day) than I was about actually crashing. I really wanted to see this thing through to the end. Sure enough, on lap two, a kid threw his chain pedaling out of a corner and slid sideways missing me by an inch. I was so mentally checked out it wasn’t even funny. I tried to surf the back for a while, but that is no place to be in a crit. The inevitable gap formed and just like that I was off the back with a few others. I wasn’t too upset, but used the time to actually ride faster through the corners and practice my lines in a little bit of a smaller group. We worked it for a while, but ended up getting pulled out of the race (due to the main group almost lapping us) with about 5 to go. That was a bummer, but considering the fact that I hadn’t ridden one of these races since 1994 that was ok. I accomplished my main goal and lived to fight another day. There was a pretty good crash about halfway through that took out 4 guys, but I think they were all able to continue on – just a little worse for wear.
Four One Seven – That’s what my eyeballs registered in the pitch blackness as I cracked my eyelids open for the first time in several hours. Time to get up! I had prepared extensively for this day, and I didn’t want to blow it by missing my start. I had set alarms on the clock radio, my watch, and my cell phone. I woke up more than 10 minutes before any of them went off.
We were staying with my parents for the week, and my wife would need our van to haul the kids around, so my parents offered to let me use their car to get to the races. I guarantee I was the only racer that showed up in a Cadillac with two bikes wedged into the trunk!
I arrived while it was still dark, and since I had picked up my packet a couple of days earlier, I only needed to put the bikes together and start warming up before the race. The weather was perfect and I took the opportunity to go scout the finishing climb in the car. That was a smart move as I was not familiar with it at all. It was almost 5 miles long, with a 7% average grade. The final half mile was 13% – that’s steep!
Ok, time to put up or shut up. We would be doing 3 laps of a 10 mile circuit through the fields before heading a few miles north and finishing at the top of the climb. The first lap was nervous. I rode pretty hard (HR was 172 a few times – crazy high for flat ground), but I really wanted to stay up front and keep out of trouble. That was good as there were some real man-eating potholes to be aware of. After the first lap, I dropped to the back and tried to conserve as much energy as possible before the climb. There was a high-speed corner near the end of each lap that had a 4 inch trench dug in the asphat and was filled with dirt and gravel. Problem was, the dirt and gravel was still a couple of inches below the top of the road surface. One guy flatted there, but the rest of us made successful hops at 25+ mph while leaning over to take the corner. That was fun!
There was a fairly high speed descent to get to the start of the climb, and I paid the price for not being at the front. I got gapped off the back just a tiny bit and had to ride pretty hard to maintain contact with the group. I was feeling strong, but there was no reason for me to do that much work on a descent. Maybe it worked out for the best, because when our group hit the bottom of the climb, trouble began. There were traffic cones set up the whole way along the climb to block off a lane for us – which was nice, but our group was so big we just swallowed them up. Guys would swerve in the middle of the pack to miss a cone, and it would appear right in front of you with very little time to react. I think at least 6 riders went to the ground at different times – going up hill at less than 15 mph. It was almost comical – but if you laughed, that was almost a guarantee that you were the next one to go to the ground… One guy I saw jammed a little too hard on his front brake to avoid hitting one, lifted his rear wheel off the ground, and set it down sideways – snapping his $800 carbon rim clean in half before hitting the pavement. Ouch!
I rode hard, but tried to stay within my limits. All too often I rage at the bottom of a climb only to fade at the end. This time, I kept the next day’s races in mind and tried to conserve where possible. I had started in last place at the bottom, so I had my work cut out for me. That grade was pretty tough, some guys were really suffering! My heart rate averaged 179 beats per minute for the half-hour it took to top out. I sprinted the last 100 yards to the line, and felt like I would be faster if I got off and walked. That was some steep stuff!
I was very pleased to learn that I took 9th out of 50 in my category – and still feel like I had more to give. Game on!
During our trip to Utah, we took a side trip waaay of the beaten path to a place called U-DIG Fossils. It was quite a drive to get out there, including 20 miles of dirt road, but the weather was great and the kids were EXCITED.
The travel channel had done a feature on this place that we just happened to see while flipping channels one day. Seemed like a pretty cool concept. Lots of fossil-rich rock, you just need to come split it apart. It wasn’t cheap – $80 for the family to dig for 2 hours (sounds short, but was plenty of time). The memories and fun that the kids had was priceless.
The fossils are mostly trilobites (invertabrate marine animals). No T-Rex’s… The rock was limestone/shale that consisted of several layers. So it was fairly straightforward to split if you hit it just right – then peek to see if there was anything inside. Natalie found several small specimens in the parking lot right after she got out of the van. It was going to be a good day!
It turned out to be some pretty hard labor, chipping rock and hauling it around in 5 gallon buckets – and there were some stretches where it seemed like you weren’t going to find a thing. Then – jackpot! A discovery was made.
In all, we came away with around 5 shopping bags full of fossils. Lots of small, imperfect ones, and a few really nice ones. All the kids were successful in finding a bunch and were very proud of their share.
The drive home had a little bit of drama as we happened upon a Range Rover that had rolled a few times. Turns out a family was going out to dig fossils and their teenage sons were a few miles ahead in the Rover. Going waaay too fast on the dirt road (we had been doing 50-60 ourselves). The parents and rest of the kids were following in a van and had just gotten to the scene a few minutes before we arrived. Thank goodness none of them were hurt very badly. I was pretty scary looking…