Cadence Dope League Race

Yesterday, Cadence put together another race in the hills of Oakland, this time throwing in a little dirt to mix things up. The rain held off, but the previous week's rain definitely caused a damper on some people's caliper brakes, but the addition of cantilevers were not enough for road bikes to take the top 5 spots of the race. Thanks to stupidity a few weeks ago I didn't get to race again, so I decided to take some photos and hang out. There were real photographers there, but this is the best I got. Cast comes off tomorrow and I'll be back out there, just in time to brave the NY winter for some road riding.

Dan showing up fashionably late, yet still snagging bib number 420.

Rule #80.

Here's why I didn't race; because I was too busy playing with my phone (the cast may have something to do with it too).

Get in that holiday spirit.

This little guy led the pack! (Click for higher res on Flickr).

Nat leading the way.

Eventual race winner, Riley.

Dan was truly suffering.

 

 

Surf City Finale

This past weekend was the finale for the Surf City CX series at the Santa Cruz Fairgrounds. It had been raining a whole bunch the week before and sure enough the day of, we saw some rain. It rained quite heavy during the Men's B's, so I didn't get many shots of them (and oh, yeah, I'm not racing, did I mention I broke my wrist riding with no hands like an idiot? Yeah...), but for the rest of the day I tried to get some good shots and try to capture how truly sloppy it was.

Look at how clean those kits are at the holeshot; not for long.

For once in a Bay Area CX race there was a lot of this.

No seriously, a lot of this.

Best bike for the mud, Carbon Gates Drove SS, yessir.

Belt drive closeup. I really need to try to get some more bike shots, since the Santa Cruz races are chock full of glorious frame builders like this Rock Lobster, Castelli, and Hunter.

Mr. Red Jacket was heckling hella hard. Don't expect to run this without some fierce tonguelash from this guy.

Through the swine farm!

At least they added a nice dry section for the race (wish I knew about this during the B's to shoot all my friends, oh well).

Even places where crowds weren't watching for wipeouts there was a lot of mud.

Obligatory tape shot. It was hard to capture the beauty of the clouds rolling in over the SC Mountains, so this is the best you get.

This bike started out white.

Watchout! Tree! This wasn't far from the holeshot and really caused a bottleneck in the bigger races.

Leah CRUSHED the Women's B's. Jortz! Jortz! Jortz!

The runup before this had people really reaching for breath.

The technical downhill and this courses Heckle Hill.

A lot of people didn't come out clean.

But mud is fun right?

The butt cowbell; yes!

More shouldering.

Enter the pig farm.

All in all, I had a lot of fun, despite not racing. The course looked like a whole lot of fun, maybe next year. Unfortunately for me, there's only a few races left and I'll miss most of them. Oh well, next year I'll try to make more of a commitment to the season.

Surf City Pie Cross

Last weekend me and a few friends stumbled into a van at the ass-crack of dawn from Oakland to head down to Santa Cruz for Surf City's second race of the year, Pie Cross. I tried to sleep in the car, but once we hit those mountainous Santa Cruz roads my stomach made that damn near impossible. The swinging left and swinging right turned my stomach was upside down. I just hoped that it wouldn't affect my race. I was so grateful to step out of the car at the Cal-Fire Training Facility on Empire Grade, but now I had something else to contend with, the cold. This is the mountains, it also made me feel no envy for those racing in the snow/wet rain on the East Coast (let alone if anyone is riding a bike in my former hometown of Buffalo right now; yikes!). We shivered at registration and once our names were on the list we ran to the car to get on our bikes and preride the course. A quick preride proved that this course would have some technical bits that could cost the fast people while also having long straight flats that could cost the technically savvy but slow folk. It was a mixed bag that I couldn't wait to race.

At around 10AM, the sun was out and the cold was gone. The B's lined up under the banner. I wanted to focus on fixing some things I feel like I didn't do well last time, the first one being the holeshot. At Sierra Point I got stuck behind a bunch of folks and spent most of that narrow technical race trying to find room to make moves. When I surveyed the course I figured the left side would be best as the course opens up to that side with room to pass and can also give an inside line on the first corner. At the gun I was off, I pulled around the racer directly in front of me and saw that I was somewhere near the front. Around the first corner I made my body big, threw some shoulders and elbows out there to maintain a good position. After the first few switchbacks I could only see about eight or so people in front of me. Considering I was on the second line at the start, I'd label that as a successful start. I kept the tempo up through the first lap. Fast people passed, but I crossed the line in 12th place, not so bad.

 Broakland!

Jortz!

The next few laps went well, I was happy with my choices and my lines. I was riding both smooth and fast. Then come the third lap something happened, as it should. Around the wide concrete 180 to the straightaway I could feel my front tire folding over. It somehow burped and lost a bunch of air. Shit. I focused on keeping the bike upright. Because I wasn't totally bottoming out the rim, I could keep bombing the straightaways, my tire wanted to slip out on the bends, so I took them slower and more deliberately. I finally made the pits, got a quick refill and was back on the course, but that silly move of trying a lower pressure was a bad idea, never trying something new on race day kiddos.

The race was held at the Cal Fire Training Facility; my dad (a volunteer firefighter) would have been excited.

I was able to pick up a few more spots during the final few laps and never once fell. I was attacking the straightaways and knew the sections where I was picking people off and focusing on taking spots there. Before I knew it the bell was ringing, final lap. I turned on what I had left, took some more spots and near the finish line I saw two people right in front of me. I took the inside line on that same concrete 180 and took one. Then around the gravel final bend to the straightaway I tried taking the outside on the final racer in front of me. Bad move. The racer in front of me took the whole course and nearly ran me into the barriers, I squeezed my brakes and had to cede the sprint over to the two other guys.

This wooded section was a blast.

All in all, I'm pretty happy with my race, I did much better than Sierra Point, I was aggressive on the holeshot and kept my tempo up for the whole 35 minutes. Surf City had some struggles with their scoring so I'm not sure how I did, but I believe it was somewhere around 16th place out of 35, which is way better than the near basement I finished at BASP. I'm already pre-reged for Candlestick Sunday, hope to see you there!