Well I just finished a very lengthy, and incredibly amazing meal at an exclusive Italian restaurant, rubbing elbows with actual wiseguys. I don't give a crap what happens in... 5 hours because I've already won.
Lap one Rene put in a little attack Brendan covering, and Aaron trying to bridge.
Lap two all back together with Pberg keeping tempo high at the front
Lap three Pberg, Rigby, Joquane & Ray-J all with a 5 gap to the field. Marc was on the point.
Looks like Eric and other are waiting till later in the race. WDC looked like he was having a blast. Didn't really see John M or Yacks. Bruce dropped his chain at the start, total bummer.
I was able to catch the first three laps at the top of the hill then I realized it's 6:30am f this I'm going back to bed.
What a great closer to the Road season. For those of you who can, please head over to twitter and knockout a #ThanksCharlie hashtag; he makes all these fun & games possible.
Brendan, thanks for posting. I'm going to send the link to my coach and tell him to watch my closing meters attack to prove to him I still have "snap" and even after wanting to puke at least 3 times during that race, I can recover and get away from the likes of you guys when it counts! (now I just have to work on the "sustain" part of that equation)
I'd planned to do Charm City this weekend but the combination of a family-wide flu and some peer pressure "Dude, you've got to do the Club Champs, its the most fun race ever!' led me to:
a) miss pre-reg for Charm City and
b) reg at the last minute for the Club Champs
On friday I took the Dark Knight down and wiped the dust off (real, actual dust) before putting some air in the tires and heading out to do some openers.
The bike felt strange; light, twitchy, short cranks... fast. Nothing at all like the Cross bike.
5am the next day I crawl out of bed and try to remember what my park race ritual was... oatmeal, an egg... something to drink... good enough.
My goal was a really hard, fun (safe) race that would substitute for a weekend of CX riding. I was a little nervous; after almost a month without racing everything felt new again.
I rolled through the fog to reg where a fleet of randomly deployed Nickelodeon trucks was threatening to cancel the entire race...
Before long the whistle blew and we were off to a pretty frantic pace - and by frantic I mean surgy, slowey, blazing, slowy... somehow we were caught by the 4's, then we recaught and passed the 4's, then towards the end we were neutralized again so the 4's could pass and have their final lap...
I did my best to go with moves I thought were dangerous, and do as little work as I could otherwise - the problem was - too many dangerous riders!
We all let Perlberg go but when Ragot decided to chase, it was time to follow...
Ditto for so many dangerous combinations.
I did notice about 1/3 of the way in that Ragot's legs were shaved and he was nowhere near the front... a surefire sign he meant business.
When things were hard, they were very hard - I threw up a little at one point, as Jeff W would say, "Did I just swallow a penny?"
As we approached 2 to go there was a flurry of attacks/counters/counter-counters... after we caught Mike at the top of the downhill Rene pulled hard though the pinch and when he pulled off (55:10 I think) things slowed so I attacked as hard as I could on the right.
Sadly nobody came and they let me dangle (two minutes at 400 if anybody cares) - I felt blown enough by the finish that my prospects seemed to be "get slaughtered when we get to the hill" or "get murdered at the top when the bombs start flying" so I sat up to watch the finish.
MISTAKE (note to self, never, ever trust Brain again. Just stab him with a q-tip and keep pedaling, you never know until you try)
Overall it was a fun race; many more attacks from strong people; but everybody seemed marked and there always seemed to be chasers.
One note for some of the newer riders; when you see that small (or huge) pothole DO NOT RIDE AROUND IT no matter how fast/quick you think you are the sudden LEFT! RIGHT! you do is incredibly dangerous. YOU HAVE TO RIDE YOUR LINE As in ride. Your. F-ing. Line! You are the Juggernaught. You just ride thought that shit, k?
Also, no cussing at other fields. Period.
As we rode up the hill for the first or second time the fog was really beautiful; I'm not sure who it was who pointed wordlessly, but to spite all of the oxygen debt I looked over and the view made the whole race worth it.
My favorite moment was afterwards when Erika observed that her strava page had literally exploded with PR's in the first ten minutes. She has promised a screenshot