Jul 18, 2011 at 12:07 AM
A seven-lap team race in central park. Both individual and team prizes. Points available for the first 20 finishers,best three teams get money. Always a barn-burner. Teams of four to six riders. I also had some revenge to work out.
We chose the hardest, toughest, attackingest, smartest of our 1/2/3 crew for this race. It was a difficult choice as we have alot of strong guys this year. Thankfully, a few were out of town. Our six were Marc Bertucco, William Doyle Capitman, JP Partland, Mike Perlberg, Eric Ragot, Myles Romanow.
Traditionally, the field is 80 riders strong. And it looked like there were only two teams that would want a field sprint. At 80, and only Die-Hard and Leopard had the roster that said "sprint finish." We went with a team long on getting away.
Surprisingly, CRCA extended the field limit after the registration deadline. up to 100 riders and Mengoni was in the mix. And they brought a team for sprinting, not breaking away. Odds like this and the victory will be more sweet.
Our plan was to be aggressive and work for the breakaway. We did this from the gun. And it was hard. First lap was 13:23, and it turned out to be the second-slowest lap of the day. As getting two guys in the move and seeing the move stick was getting harder, we started trying to break the chain by letting a group with our guys at the front get a small gap. that didn't work.
Everyone of us turned on the style, showed our class, tried to show the field a fresh set of wheels, had the bit between the teeth, pedaled in anger, put in furious attacks, turned ourselves inside out, dug deep into our suitcases of courage several times over. In other words, a typical race. ONly this time, we weren't getting anywhere, an atypical event for us.
Hope the others can fill more in here.
Problem was, lots of people were thinking attack as well (naturally, our thoughts were better, stronger, but not faster). One of our most promising moves took place just before the last lap started, just as people were starting to think "field sprint." Eric and WDC got in a split and, for a few seconds, it looked good. Unfortunately, they were a half-lap too soon. The motorcycle known as Foundation's Rafael Meran took off sometime shortly after 110berg and rocketed to the finish with Ingraham of Adler on his wheel. We were doing out best to ride up to the front in a group, but our timing was off and got lost in traffic. And interestingly, I crossed the line right by Die-Hard's Ricky Lowe, whom I expected to be one of the sprint favorites.
Here are lap times. The course is 6.1 miles around if you take the inside line the whole way.
1. 13:23
2. 13:21
3. 12:59
4. 13:25
5. 13:02
6. 13:16
7. 13:06 (I thought this was a slow lap)
1:32:32 for the race. Because I didn't take a straight line, my distance was 43.22 rather than the 42.7 of hugging the jogger's lane. Average speed was 27.5mph and I came in 15 seconds behind the winner.
We chose the hardest, toughest, attackingest, smartest of our 1/2/3 crew for this race. It was a difficult choice as we have alot of strong guys this year. Thankfully, a few were out of town. Our six were Marc Bertucco, William Doyle Capitman, JP Partland, Mike Perlberg, Eric Ragot, Myles Romanow.
Traditionally, the field is 80 riders strong. And it looked like there were only two teams that would want a field sprint. At 80, and only Die-Hard and Leopard had the roster that said "sprint finish." We went with a team long on getting away.
Surprisingly, CRCA extended the field limit after the registration deadline. up to 100 riders and Mengoni was in the mix. And they brought a team for sprinting, not breaking away. Odds like this and the victory will be more sweet.
Our plan was to be aggressive and work for the breakaway. We did this from the gun. And it was hard. First lap was 13:23, and it turned out to be the second-slowest lap of the day. As getting two guys in the move and seeing the move stick was getting harder, we started trying to break the chain by letting a group with our guys at the front get a small gap. that didn't work.
Everyone of us turned on the style, showed our class, tried to show the field a fresh set of wheels, had the bit between the teeth, pedaled in anger, put in furious attacks, turned ourselves inside out, dug deep into our suitcases of courage several times over. In other words, a typical race. ONly this time, we weren't getting anywhere, an atypical event for us.
Hope the others can fill more in here.
Problem was, lots of people were thinking attack as well (naturally, our thoughts were better, stronger, but not faster). One of our most promising moves took place just before the last lap started, just as people were starting to think "field sprint." Eric and WDC got in a split and, for a few seconds, it looked good. Unfortunately, they were a half-lap too soon. The motorcycle known as Foundation's Rafael Meran took off sometime shortly after 110berg and rocketed to the finish with Ingraham of Adler on his wheel. We were doing out best to ride up to the front in a group, but our timing was off and got lost in traffic. And interestingly, I crossed the line right by Die-Hard's Ricky Lowe, whom I expected to be one of the sprint favorites.
Here are lap times. The course is 6.1 miles around if you take the inside line the whole way.
1. 13:23
2. 13:21
3. 12:59
4. 13:25
5. 13:02
6. 13:16
7. 13:06 (I thought this was a slow lap)
1:32:32 for the race. Because I didn't take a straight line, my distance was 43.22 rather than the 42.7 of hugging the jogger's lane. Average speed was 27.5mph and I came in 15 seconds behind the winner.