random scribbles before a meeting ...
- The Mt. Hamilton road race is like getting in a face-punching contest.
The 20+ mile climb up to the top isn't ridiculously steep or unbearably hot, it's just ... long. That final coupla' miles just seem to provide enough smackdown to separate all the fit'ers from the fakers.
I'm a faker.
Then, somebody said it's all downhill after you crest the summit. LIAR! The kicker climbs all the way back soak the life out of you. But, the ride back to the start? Now that's just love-on-a-stick, baby. Rolling around that resevoir on the quiet, shaded road with good company and silly stories ... that shit is priceless, yo.
It's a helluva good reason to do that race.
- The morning geezer-crit at Morgan Hill yesterday was phenomenal. It turned into a mighty duel between us Safeway-ites and the Morgan StanMuscles.
[I hear tell that MorganStanley is sending a full squad out to SuperWeek this year ... ye, northerners prepare in earnest for this year's contest, for the muscleboys will take no prisoners]
Though MS and us Blackards were the two dominating teams, there were a ton and a half of singles and teams with 2's and 3's out there playing off of our strategeries and pouncing like hyenas upon the weak spots exposed. It was damn fine racing.
In the end, a larger than normal break stayed off the front of the raging pack and sprinted it out for the win. For us Blackies we had da'PAB and Bennett being protected by me and LOTHAR. MStanley had the legend Langley (track bike named after him, yo) being protected by DSmith, Russ, and Coates.
With 2 laps to go, Coates took a monster full lap pull that set it all up. Langley ordered Russ up to start the final lap fireworks and he was up at the front drilling it monster-like. I was next in line and took the train down the backstretch. I kept floating out to check our position and make sure Bennett and PAB were positioned well. I could see Bennett well-placed, but Langley was right on his wheel. I couldn't however, place where PAB was.
With about 350 meters to go, DanSmithies decided I didn't have the juice and began to pull around me. I may have been able to last another 4 or 5 seconds, but I was already started to drop fuel rather significantly. I pulled out of the line, but kept tight to see if I couldn't at least move Langley off of Bennett's wheel ... yeah right. That guy could thread his bike through a nun's hoo-haw.
And then, like a bullet comes daPAB around the left side, bringing a freight of momentum through the corner and shooting around the other boys to take the cleanest, fastest line to the finishing wire. He won it sweet and Bennett hung on for a 4th ... Lothar nabbing a sweet 7th to boot.
- The Proseys race was full of aggression, but little commitment to the suffering. In the end, it was mostly a bunch of geezers doing most of the animating throughout the day. Giant's Reamey and MS's Russ were all over the front of the race. Der Hipptler was spreading his LaborMafia evil in every direction as well. But, in the end, it was a field sprint that I wanted no part of. I'd done my best to shoot off and bridge up to as many breaks as I could and had no gas or stomach for the final lap hargey-bargey. Sterling won another field sprint for Toyota-United ... almost making up for that team's gaylord foto-ads on VelosNooze.
- This morning needed to be an eternity.
I suppose it is, with her, forever.
But, this morning, laying next to her