Jun 01, 2014 at 12:26 AM
Race report from the 35+ field. After battling massive traffic where Eric's zippy driving foreshadowed what was to come, we got to course with JUST enough time to pick up numbers and warm up a bit before the small 15-ish rider field toed the start line.
From the gun, Vlad P. puts our plan into action. Instead of simply sitting on the field's favorite TT ace, Mike Novemsky, we all decided that putting the business to the field was good too. He gets a gap immediately and holds a 15 second gap for around 5 laps. Novemsky has a single teammate who's singular goal is to ride high tempo at the front. There are moves, little short lived splits...
But Vlad is still out there. Eventually he comes back and the field is active again. We're all over Novemsky, he's not getting away. And then there's a split, Eric gets up the road with group of 6 or so. Novemsky puts in a big effort and gets away from the field. Except I'm on his wheel like white on rice. Another rider bridges up, and after carving through turn 1, I look back to see we've got a gap. I'm pretty psyched. Except I'm not. Because I'm in the pain cave. And I haven't even pulled through, not once.
I would have loved to pull through. Once we had a gap, then it's in my interest in helping us all get across to the group too. Because then we've got two in the move. Except I couldn't, I just didn't have the legs to pull. I mean, maybe if Novemsky gave us a little breathing room to echelon on the cross wind false flat climbing stretch, I could have...
I don't know how long I lasted in this chase group, (it's all kind of a blur) but on the right cross wind back stretch, I lose contact for good. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. Novemsky also, dropped the other dude, and did eventually bridge up to the Ragot group. It was the one thing I was determined to NOT happen. And it did. It f-ing happened to me. #becausefat #becauseslow Still this race and report isn't about me, it's about the team.
Vlad riding like a maniac, finds me in no-man's land and starts pounding it out on the front for a few laps with me clinging to his wheel. "How is he even doing this?" Despite the mass crank-a-tude watts of Vlad, the second half of the field, with Dan Strika keeping an eye on things jumps back to us. I'm hurting and nearly lose that group one moment, but Dan hollers and makes sure that I'm on his wheel and gets me back in the action.
The winning group is away, Eric was up, but I don't know what things are looking like ahead. Is he hurting? Is he killing it? Is he dropped? Is he leading? Fortunately, Jeff White is on the side line to let us know that Eric is sitting comfortably in the group of now 7 (assuming Novemsky bridged). The field pulls back the other guy who clearly wasn't able to ride Novemsky's wheel either. And then we get a mysterious message from Jeff.
"It looks like Eric is going to lap you guys!"
What? I look back for two laps and don't see any sign of the breakaway group. Huh? Okay, keep riding steady, Novemsky's teammate is still on the front of the field riding tempo. A couple of laps later, I look over my left shoulder and see a single lone figure with faded orange locks helmet , pedaling his way towards us with NO ONE IN HIS WAKE.
Holy...what the what!? Eric is bridging solo? I ride up to Vlad and Dan to make sure we're on the same page. We can't help Eric bridge, but once he's back in the group, we can and should get to the front and start hammering away to prevent Eric's leftovers from finding their way back to us again too.
And that's what we do. It all felt very pro. It wasn't the smoothest rotation at the front I've ever been a part of (in part due to Novemsky's teammate refusing to get off the front, but also I was going too slow for my guys so they came around me hard enough that it put me more than a few riders back from the business end of the rotation); but it was ultimately effective.
We come around and surprisingly got the "2 laps to go" call (we actually should have had at least 3 to go, maybe 4, it was weird the race felt really short), I took another pull or two, kind of blew up with one to go, content in the knowledge that the breakaway was never going to catch Ragot at this point.
Rolled up the grass, completely forgetting to cross the finish line (doh!) to chat with Jeff and thank him and the guys for giving us sideline reports that were VERY helpful.




