Similar to last year, at least for me, was a mechanical issue with my bike. Unfortunately, the Fickle Pickle of Fate was not on my side this time around. You see, last year, my pedal broke right in front of the pit area--I had to run about two steps to get my other bike. I was not so lucky this time around.
I had a decent start, felt good, had some gas in the tank, and was optimistic about the race. On my first pass over the barriers, my chain fell off, DESPITE a chain keeper. I ran a little farther to get out of the way to get the chain back on, but, the chain keeper, which should have kept the chain from falling off in the first place was preventing me from sliding it back on. Oh, and a quick look at the back of bike revealed that the chain had already lodged itself securely between the rear cassette and the spokes, and the derailleur was up at an odd angle. My assessment was that the bike was out of commission and I was far away from the pit. So, I started running, all the while riders were passing me until there were no more riders to pass me. I still kept running, er, jogging, um, okay, finally walking. It was a long walk. I got to the pit, switched bikes and headed out.
Ice Weasels: 1
Dave Alden: 0
I did, however, have a chance to redeem myself in the singlespeed race. Ah, singlespeed, what a bike ought to be. I had had one of my CX bikes set up as SS, but it didn't feel right, so gears went back on. For this race, I just threw some 'cross tires on my trusty GF Superfly, and did my best to put on some steeper gearing--32x16 was the best I could do on short notice. I expected to be spinning at about 150rpm for an average pedaling cadence, but whatever.
The course was fun--very twisty and turny, and it doubled back upon itself over and over, you'd be racing near people who might be a lap ahead or behind... it really kept things interesting. There was also a fly-over, a wooden ramp to run up and then ride down, which was MUCH better than the one in Lancaster.
Additionally, I got a donut off of one of the barriers (in retrospect, something I DON'T need), and a $1 bill (something I DO need). A dollar, a donut, and a good time. Boo-ya.
Now, the final chapter to my 2010 race book has been written. But fear not, there will be a sequel, and maybe, just maybe, a LifeTime made for TV drama, hopefully starring Tony Danza with a cameo appearance by Cher. Until then, be groovy.
"My motivation plummeted like Greek currency." You're so cosmopolitan!ReplyDelete
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Nice work getting your revenge in the SS group. But to be sure here, you pulled the plug because of brakes dragging? Ha! Just disable / release them.... or were they V-Brakes?ReplyDelete
Love the doughnut photo!
It was a combination of factors that culminated in my DNF'ing, but I knew "something" wasn't right with the front end of the bike, and the klunking and misaligned wheel was because of the loose skwewer... I pulled out of the pit, the bike felt like crap, the race leaders were coming up behind, so I was out...ReplyDelete
I went to Lynn Woods Sunday to ride the MTB (seriously, I did!) and the skewer bolt of my rear wheel got left in the driveway when I was packing up to go. So I DNF'ed too. I finished the hell outta that nap when I got home though.ReplyDelete
That ALMOST sounds like you're mocking me...ReplyDelete
That's my gift.ReplyDelete
BWAHAHAHAHA! You guys rule.ReplyDelete