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November 2008
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Untightened Threads
Filed under: general, cyclocross
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 1:57 am

Seems like there were lots of little strands that I’d planned to weave into blog gold.  Might be able to salvage some,  but now most look like clippings that need to be whisked into the recycling bin.  Why is that exactly? Well, I’ve had a couple of projects in the works that have been taking precedence.  Which brings us to our first topic:

The main project has been the 2009 Cyclofiend Calendar -
(Cue trumpets)


Right now, I’m awaiting the final, final proof from the printer.  As soon as I see that, they will print the first run for me. I’ll be mailing them out to folks as soon as they arrive. I’m extremely excited about it, actually.  It was a bit of a spur of the moment idea, and things seemed to fall in place nicely.  Individual thanks and congratulations to the selected photographers shall be forthcoming.

What I can point out right now is that each month has a photo from a different bicycle in the Current Classic Gallery. It’s an 11 1/2″ x 17″ wall calendar, with a metal hinge.  Full color photos.  Mmmmmmm-mmmm!

I’ve set up a really simple way to order them - buttons below or just go to http://www.cyclofiend.com/calendar and you’ll find the necesssary buttony goodness to order via Paypal (which will let you pay via credit card if you are not a Paypalian).  If you want to send a check or money order, just zap me an email (cyclofiend over-at cyclofiend dot com).

Oh yeah - they cost $16 each, and I’ll send them within the US for $3.00 First Class Mail.  If you order more than 5, I’ll probably need to nick you a few extra bucks to send ‘em via UPS.  But, if you want to step up and reserve yours today, you can either click on the photo above, or this handy-dandy Paypal-ish button here:                    


Dang, that thing looks awfully official…

Second Project - New T-Shirts
There are also two new pending T-shirts on the way from my surfin’ screenprinter. One is pretty cyclocrossy, and the other one has to do with shifters.  I’ll post some photos as soon as I have them in hand, which hopefully will be this coming week.

Ok, Back to Weaving Straw into Blog Gold…
(That may actually be a registered trademark of Tarik Industries Amalgamated Consolidated Limited, Incorporated, and it concerns me a bit to be using it.  The man wields a large cat. Who knows what else he’s capable of. )

There had been a CX race report in the works, but it probably won’t come to fruition.  Afterall, the next race is this Sunday (and probably my last for this season as I have a scheduling conflict with the Coyote Point race on the 7th of next month.)  I’m firmly of the belief that my focus should remain on the upcoming event.

I’m not actually sure why that would be the case, but it seems like a sports-page-kinda-quote you’d hear in such situations. Anyway.

Last weekend I managed a non-commute, non-short/sharp, non-errand ride.  Took the Quickbeam out in smooth tire mode to get some steady riding in. While heading south, I veered out to include Los Puntas de la San Pedro, which ran right by China Camp. The tug of the trails was strong, so I veered within my veer and rolled over the lower trails. Rolling along and enjoying myself, there was an odd moment of clarity and I realized:

All I Know About Cross Racing I Learned From Riding Fixed Gears Off-Road
The odd moment of clarity came when I set up for the first rocky little off-camber turn on the trail. Started to ease up and level the cranks when they reminded me in no uncertain terms that fixed-gears don’t allow crank leveling.  Or pedal stopping of any kind. So…
1) Keep Pedaling
In Brisbane, I’m not sure that was happening. The freaking course was maze-like, with 180’s and other fancy little double-back turns.  It seems like there were too many moments of, well, if not actual coasting, then at least less commited pedaling. Which seemed to cause the manifestation of the disembodied voice of Tarik, my cx-sensei, encouraging me to
2) Pedal Harder
For some reason - whether it was time of day (late afternoon race), lack of coffee or whatever, I didn’t really get going at the beginning. Never felt the transition from a too-fast-start to the pace-I didn’t-think-I-could-hold. Just kind of went out there and went, things got dusty and hard to breathe.  And it was bumpy. Really bumpy.  Unlike the ride I was currently enjoying on the Quickbeam with the Jack Brown tires at a moderate, rather than rock hard pressure.
3) Tire Pressure is Important, You Dummy
This one I utterly, completely and totally missed at Sierra Point. We’d been hit by a bit of a heat wave during the week before, and the field had baked to a crackly crunch.  The course also made a once-per-lap curb jump from the start-finish to the off road section.  Even though it was padded with sandbags, I was less confident than I should have been in that transition. Combined with my morbid fear of pinch flats (no, I don’t run sewups), I left the pressure jacked way up and didn’t adjust it before race start.  As Spinal Tap once observered, “The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’…”
4) Tire Placement and Commitment is More Important Than Perceived Traction
Catching up to a couple of riders, I chanced to hear them chattering about what kind of tread was really best for the topography we were currently enjoying. It made me realize that I had yet to skid or slip, even though my tires had no tread to speak of. While not advocating that style of adhesion for a cross race, it did cause me to realize that too often, I had moved tentatively through the many turns of the course, not committing with eithe body weight or tire placement.  On the last lap or so, I finally shook off whatever demons were roosting in my innards, and found the fortitude to push it into and through some corners, but had to wonder just what took so danged long.
5) Don’t Kill Any Kittens
And not suprisingly, when you ease up pedaling, the bike slows down.  So there’s no reason to use the brakes.

Of course, you can apply back pressure on a fixed gear, so it started to break down about there, as cross dismounts on a singlespeed are just too mind-messing to consider, and I can’t really figure out how cowbells fit into the Big Picture.  Luckily, that was just about the time I hit the fire road descent to the pavement again.

Hopefully, those lessons will stick in my brain on Sunday, at Golden Gate Park.




But, Second…
Filed under: photos, bike tech
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 11:02 am

…ok, ok.. no race report yet, as I’m hunkered down working on a to-be-announced-soon kinda project (or two).

Of course, life goes on, so I’ve been getting steady submissions for the galleries on cyclofiend.com.  This one from Lane up at CETMA just really got me excited, so I’m going to give a little preview here:

Yep.  A full-on cargo bike from the folks that have been brazing you up bombproof racks.  According to Lane’s description, this is actually a prototype version.  The final will be just a touch wider and longer.

The point that caught my eye was that the load rack portion of the bike is modular - it can be detatched  for storage, transportation or for changing out the load bed.  There are actually more photos on the CETMA website (though you gotta nav a bit - just click on the “Cargo” link.

Nice job CETMA!


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But, First…
Filed under: general, people
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 8:58 pm

…before the race writeup.  Just noticed that they’ve finally added actual cover art to my brother’s book:

Cheesemonger by Gordon Edgar

which makes it seem even more tangible.  Sorry - not available for your holiday gift-giving pleasure, but you can currently pre-order it from Amazon, or put a bug in the ear of the buyer at your local independent bookstore. I believe the actual delivery date was moved up to March (rather than April as stated on the website listing.)

Anyway, if you like cheese, and like laughing and learning behind-the-scenes-stuff and goats and dairies and co-ops and things like that (not in that order, except the laughing starts pretty quickly), you could do a lot worse than getting this book.  Also, since I’ve been totally remiss in not mentioning it here (and I’ve heard that the cheese/cycling crossover is a significant demographic), my brother has a website you can find at gordonzola.net.

Now back to your reguarly scheduled bike-geekery.

Another CX Video - BASP #3
Filed under: cyclocross, video
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 1:08 am

Undah Da Lights! Sierra Point Cyclocross from Cyclofiend on Vimeo.

This one was fun to put together.  My wife shot the footage (as she did in the previous one as well) during the Men’s B race at Sierra Point.  This was the first race “under the lights”.  Music is from a Calexico song called “Close Behind”, which has an overtly Morricone feel to it and the title seemed to fit.  It runs a little less than 3 minutes.  Enjoy!

Video From Saturday at Sierra Point
Filed under: cyclocross, video
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 9:38 am

Sierra Point Cyclocross - Mens B 35+/45+ from Cyclofiend on Vimeo.

Fast and dusty. Well, I ended up dusty and most of the other folks were fast. Short write-up to follow, though it’ll read something like, “and then it got dusty and kinda confusing…”

I’ve also got a video together for the Men’s B race, which took place under the lights.  My wife got some gret footage there.  I’ll get that uploaded this evening.  Gotta run (to work) this AM…

Undah Da Lights!
Filed under: cyclocross
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 9:10 am

This is where I’ll be for about 45 minutes or so on Saturday -

Pilarcitos BASP Sierra Point Map - click for full size

Well, that’s certainly a wiggly little thing…

Taking their cue from Athens Twilight Crit and the more recent spate of artificially-illuminated cross races in such cycling hotbeds as Las Vegas, the fine folks at Pilarcitos have shifted around their schedule and are running the fast kids “under the lights!”…

My race’ll go off at that murky, awkward period of 4 pm.  I think it will start in daylight and finish under the lights. I was debating putting my RBW wheel reflectors on, just for giggles.

Should be a freakin’ blast!

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Credit Where Credit is Due
Filed under: general
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 10:42 am

Just another indication that things may be getting better…

A few months back, I grumped about the local upscale market’s relocation of their bike racks.  Our local (”local?” whatever else Whole Foods is, is isn’t “local”) Whole Foods had excommunicated those who came by bicycle to the outer reaches of the overflow parking lot, with little visibility and laughable clearance.

Well, I must not have been the only one who was upset, as this past Monday, I rolled over on my lunch break and found that the nearest auto parking slot had in fact been retrofitted as a bike parking area:

Now, those aren’t the most rigid structures they’ve selected for racks, and maybe no one wanted to wedge their passengers in next to the shopping carts anyway, but hey, it’s a step in the right direction.

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A Shorter CX Vid
Filed under: general, cyclocross, video
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 9:00 pm

First, then, is the second video from the Candlestick Point Park Cyclocross race last Sunday:

Cyclocross Racing At Candlestick Point Park - 2008 from Cyclofiend on Vimeo.

This one is shorter and punchier, less epic realism and more documentary.  Just the real grunts, groans and cowbells as they occurred during the tail end of the Men’s Masters A race and then the surge from the Men’s A and Singlespeed races.

I’ve got to stop staying up so late messing with this stuff - ended up outputting about 4 different versions of the thing to try to keep the size down and the quality up.  Learned a bit in the process, hopefully. But, it hurts to see the original, very clean images get scrunched down into something that fits through the intertubes.

Of course, I wouldn’t be staying up so late if I just picked up quickly after word and headed straight home. As it was, I just wanted to head the long way ’round on Wednesday night.  On Tuesday, I’d been glued to the tube, watching the micro-parsing and projections, dead-air filling and conjecture until just after 8 pm.  Watched the speeches, was appalled that the crowds for the conceeding candidate didn’t demonstrate the grace to restrain their booing at the name of Barrack, then found tears in my eyes during the speech that followed from the winner. 

During my admittedly short time here (y’know on the planet), I’ve seldom heard political speeches that spelled out challenges in a way that was deeply inspiring.  It has been seldom that a political figure speaks to an audience as though they are adults.  I found that refreshing and maybe a bit scary - maybe in the way before you start a race.  You know not everything will be easy, and there will be times when you just want to pull up and drift off the course.  But, that’s being written two nights later now, and maybe I’m just trying to draw a tenuous metaphor.

After the high of Tuesday night, I wanted to ponder all of that from the solitude of the road.

Plus the fact I’m superstitious as hell about being in auto traffic during the first week following the Daylight Savings change.  Either folks are up an hour earlier and not adapting well, or they are plunged into darkness before they are ready for it and react badly.

And my indirect route leads me quite away from the main vehicular path. Out past the homes and around the point, beyond street lamps and such.  Little wind meant a calm bay and clearness in the air.  I clicked down the power on the headlight, looked into the darkness and pedaled my way towards hope.

’bout damn time.

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Da Vid, Yo.
Filed under: cyclocross, video
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 10:28 am

From the Men’s B 35+/45+ race at Bay Area Super Prestige #2, Candlestick Park Point -

CX Candlestick Park - 11/2/08 from Cyclofiend on Vimeo.

There’s music, and it ended up running a monsterously long 9:22, so you probably should be careful watching it at work.  Of course, the last minute or two are just gratuitous shots of me trying to get my breath back, rather than actual racing.  Anyway, enjoy!

Oh, and there’s still some footage from the A and Singlespeed race coming.  Look for that in a day or two.

And “Oh” again - looks like rakers over on Flickr snapped a “rock star” (to use beth’s phrase) photo of me big-ringing it home on what I’d figure to be the last lap -

more of raker’s photos here

Another Day, Another Race
Filed under: photos, cyclocross
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 12:09 am

For a brief, shining moment, possibly on lap three, things felt kinda good - well, not “good” precisely… But, there was a sudden realization  that there were reserves under there somewhere.  Kind of like when you fall into the water when you weren’t expecting it and, weighted down by clothing and the rock specimens you’d decided to put in your pockets, you feel the pressure of the depth, much stronger than you think you’ve ever noticed before.  Then suddenly, your foot hits solid bottom, and for a moment you are relieved that you won’t go any further down.  Of course, this is before you look up and get a sense of how far above you the surface is. 

I actually felt like something akin to “oomph” could be found in my legs. Leaning through curves in the more open parts of the course, most of the squishy, squirmy mud had been steamrolled out of good lines, the bike felt like it wanted to go faster and I actually shifted up and tried to pedal harder.

This didn’t last too long.

But, it was notable for its contrast.

In fact, I’d tend to put cyclocross moments of not-feeling-entirely-crappy in the “win” column. 

For this race, I more or less knew what was coming, but didn’t know exactly what to expect. After gingerly recovering my momentum and hearing following the last race, I’d managed to sneak in a couple hard workouts in the week prior to the second race of the  2008 Bay Area Super Prestige cyclocross series  The rains - real rains - had arrived Thursday afternoon, and stuck around Friday and Saturday.  Instead of a light, pre-race trails & dismounts workout, I spent time cleaning out gutters and getting the sump pump rigged up. 

Other components of my outside-the-box training program included:
- getting a haircut
- buying a pound of Major Dickason’s Blend from Peet’s
- watching “Pure Sweet Hell” on DVD
- carefully reading all the post-race comments which Tarik has shared
- using the extra hour of daylight-saving’s end to sleep.

Sunday morning arrived still cloudy, with stantial puddles throughout the neighborhood. But, there were breaks in the clouds as the sun rose, and the promise was for drying conditions. The big question was “how dry, how quickly?”  A whole lotta water had come down during the previous 48 hours.

The Candlestick Point Park course is pretty good.  It’s sort of going through that awkward adolescent phase, I guess, of being reclaimed and repurposed. Although it’s not in greatest neighborhood, it does have flush toilets and a calming, sweeping vista of the south San Francisco Bay. Um, not from the toilets.  That really should have been two separated thoughts. Anyway. The helpful folk at sign-in took my folding money, confirmed my race number and wished me luck. After easing back to the vehicle and changing into riding duds, the course conditions and profusion of broken glass in the nearby parking lot kept me droning on the trainer to warm up.

I’d gone out on course, but pre-ridden only one lap. We actually had arrived on site early enough that I got out there before the race before mine. (On the BASP races, they allow warmup laps on course between races, only after the first place rider has finished.)  So, theoretically, I could have scooted out again before my race.  But, as I’d discovered, while the rains had made the more open fields to the south end of the circuit a bit smoother, they were quite slippery in places.  I almost dumped it a couple times trying the standard line through the first S-turns. The twistier bits to the north had one thing in common - momentum killing, peanut butter glop. I really didn’t want to do another warmup/recon circuit, as (a) the “good” (less nasty?) line was going to change with each lap and (b) I didn’t really have a way of degunking my bike before the race.

The clock waits for no man, and before I knew it, arm warmers and the extra bits were being doffed, and I headed to the start.  As we sardined in preparation for the call-up, I realized someone was pointing his camera at C. Xavier Hilsen, saying what a nice frame it was.  I hope my mumbled “thanks” was audible. I haven’t yet found the photo, but I know it’s out there…

The fast 10 from the last race got called up, the rest of us rolled in behind them.  A whistle blew and the young pups hit the course, then a second whistle blew and we all threw hesitation to the wind and hit the throttles.

My stated…ok…my intended plan was to go like hell until I felt like hell and then try to hold on after that.  Admittedly, not the most advanced racing strategy, but we’re really in a building period at this point.  I mean, honestly, me going “like hell” has got to include pretty much any speed which can keep the bike upright.  The last race had really been about staying out of everyone’s way and seeing how I felt at about the halfway point.  I never really had that horrible endless period of thinking I was going into shutdown mode, before landing in the “keep pedaling it will get better” life raft, to be pushed towards the finish by the tide of decrementing lap cards.

This time, I wanted to see if I had any upper end - if I could, you know, pedal faster.  Oh, and I wanted to not use my brakes so much.  As my cx-sensei Tarik had pointed out, “every time you touch your brakes, god kills a kitten…”

After Tarik’s admonishment following the McLaren race,
I mentally vowed that no kittens would die on my watch. However, as my
defenses tend to drop a bit during physical exertion,  I may have said
this out loud a couple times whilst racing. So, if you heard someone
behind you raspily intoning, “Kill No Kitten!” or “Dead Kitten BAD!” or
even, “unngh, unngh, kitten must live…”, that was probably me, and I
apologize if it scared you or your children.  But, that was a little later on, I think.  We’re still working our way onto the course.

A brief moment for Course Notes:
The Candlestick Point Park course runs mostly over the open ground in the area.  The area is landfill from the World War II era. While mostly flat, there are a few berms (levee-like earthen walls) in the area. The fine folks at Pilarcitos always make use of the limited topographical changes to create off-camber down/up scrambles, usually involving tight turns.  In fact, I believe the course draws its inspiration from medical illustrations of large intestines.  The contents of which, curiously, has a striking similarity to how one feels while on said course.  And the weather had, in the spirit of Halloween (y’know, kinda like that bowl of eyeballs-which-are-really-grapes in the Haunted House), I reckon, decided to create an analog of said contents, through which we were about to race our bikes. But, I digress.

The course route, which is what I am trying to describe, featured a pair of left turns after the start/finish which jumped over and then back up the lower portions of a berm.  Then it went across open country parrallel, but the opposite directlion from the finishing stretch, looped around to the right and attacked the berm from the other end, gaining the spine, then losing it immediately in a down/up cutback. Dropping down again to the left side, through a lumpy bit of field, it then gained sidewalk for a bit. The sidewalk arced around onto a service road which became open field again, and went through a broad left, then right, then left before aiming at the berm again.  This time, the organizers had set up a double barrier, the second of which was just far enough to the berm to be annoying.  Down off the berm spine, the course (suprise) doubled back and recrossed the berm, spitting you towards a sidewalk. From here you looped through the soggy field and came back around towards the pits. 

The pits sat at the top of another 180-degree turn, at which the industrious organizers had placed the other double barrier set.  The barrier was actually at the flag for the turnaround, so any momentum you might have maintained was effectively killed before the first step. Then it was off and down towards the water, where the fast kids could gas it again and try to ride the runup. Gaining some elevation, things narrowed a bit and then got gloppy, in a succession of loop-arounds, berm-drops, momentum killing mudpits and a pair of sloppy berms before you dropped out onto a dirt service road, turned right, followed it through a couple of twists and demeaningly muddy puddles before hitting pavement, finding the big ring and rolling a long, lazy, paved arc back to the start.

Which, as you recall before this geographic interlude, was where we were…

Now the organizers - bless their hearts - knew that sending waves of amped riders off the start only to make them hang a couple quick lefts could only cause carnage.  So, they had a shortcut for the first lap, letting us go straight from the first turn onto the service road which arced into the open field.  As the mindless bunch headed off the pavement, a couple folks who must not have washing machines in their apartment complexes hit the brakes and considered trying to avoid the first big puddle, which took up about 1/3rd of the muddy service road.  No one went down, and things were tight enough that they couldn’t really have fallen if they tried.

We moved forward, a multi-headed, if single-brained beast. I was favoring the outside for the first curve, as my test lap had provided me with the belief that the outside was probably the best for the first few laps. A lot of folks more familiar with dry condition industrial park criteriums ended up squeezed, sliding and flopping, as they pushed for the “good” lines which had a significantly reduced frictional component from what they were used to.

As things straightened out a few of these fast kids zipped past again, mud marks on shoulders, backs and butts.  We all reached the first barrier set in a goodly group, with some folks deciding to run the whole 180 degree turn and some of us sticking to our plan to hop back on at first berm-top and try to ride the turn and second one. I’d like to apologize to whomever I kicked at this point.  There was someone right in front me too. I think I just got your frame, as it didn’t seem soft and fleshy.  As we came down off the second berm and gained speed on the flat, it felt like I spat out a lot of mud.

Another big curve with me in lane 8. Slip-sliding on the inside and I made up some cheap places again. We all worked our way up towards the second set of barriers.  I was suprised how little momentum I was able to carry into the running parts.  Mostly I was remembering the curse of this course - it’s a total momentum suck. Even when dry, the bumpy ground  makes it difficult to maintain speed.  On a day like this, the tires felt glued to the ground.

But, at least it seemed to be affecting almost everyone in my bunch the same way. 

Right now, while writing this, I cannot recall for sure whether I dropped my chain on the first or second lap.  I know it happened at the top of the runup.  Everyone immediately ahead of me had elected to run the pitch, and the surface looked like someone had run a team of horses up it - nothing but footprints stomped into the mud. I pretty clearly remember gliding up at least the bottom third before bailing out and starting to run.  I’m also pretty sure at that point, it must have looked like a Roadrunner cartoon, when Wyle E. Coyote is scrambling out from under a large falling rock, after leaving a large patch of grease for the Roadrunner to slip on. You’ve seen it.  All legs and no movement. After somehow cresting out, I hopped back on to find, once again, all legs and no movement.

I can remember looking down and seeing the shadow of my chain dangling down off the front chainrings, my feet continuing to spin even as my brain told them to stop, and the shadow of C. Xavier Hilsen ceasing to move.  But I cannot for the life of me remember which lap it happened on.  I’m going to guess the first, as there were lots of people around me still.  Running forward, I found a wide spot and tried to effect repairs without impeding other riders or running into them. It’s amazing how complex something simple can seem when you are in serious oxygen debt. Somehow I got things positioned and re-entered the stream without  cutting anyone off.

From there things got goopy.  (Here and here are some of BiciGirl’s photos from that part of the course, from I think about that time of the day.) I stuck to my outside line on the worst part, which seemed to catch me up to a couple of folks.  There was a fair amount of stopping and cursing among the other riders. The hardest part was during those brittle moments when you found momentum, you also found that the rider in front of you had lost his.  At one point (on a later lap, I think) someone yelled “Go! Go! Go!” from behind me as I slipped out and stalled.  I tell ya, I would’ve if I could’ve…)

Now, I would like to point out one of the services which early races provided on this race day.  When the rains have stopped, there’s nothing like a hundred pair of tires help wring out the sloppy ground.  Granted, on some future date when it’s raining all of the race day, we might just tear things up a little more for the folks who follow us.  But, this time, we were like those big lawn rollers, only narrower and much less efficient.

Actually, it went pretty well for me. Being of reasonably solid bone structure, I could sit back a bit on the Hilsen and plow along.  One thing that bike really does well is remain stable when all hell is breaking loose. I just had to shut up and keep pedaling. The bird-boned folk who tried to stand and pedal  found themselves reprising the  mud scene from My Cousin Vinny.

Finally, we popped out onto level topography and cut right onto the service road.  This first lap (remember, we’re still on the first lap), I followed a couple riders on the wide line of a curve and watched in horror as they got all wiggly. We all made it through upright, but it was clear that a wide exit apex was not a good idea here. After regaining pavement, I tried to do the big gear stomp while recovering on my way to the next lap. 

And the next lap was reasonably morale-shattering.

It started by using the whole lap.

Dang. Forgot about that. Things took a bit longer, with the ensuing softening up by the addition of a couple minutes worth of bumpy bits, berms and wiggles. Somewhere in there I felt everything - for lack of a better descriptive term - curl.  Back, neck, legs, arms, fingers… On the one hand, I knew this was the transition, moving from the start exertion to a pace for the rest of the race.  But, it warn’t fun while it lasted. It sort of became a melange of trying to keep the bike moving through the mud, losing traction and momentum, dropping a gear, hopping off to scramble, trying to dig in toes or heels on the incline for traction and finally finding myself out on the pavement again.

But, I did manage to keep a few brain cells crackling, and when the tracks hardened up a bit under the repeated tire pressure, altered my course to take advantage of better looking bits. There were times when I radically changed my approach on a couple parts and it worked out much better. So, there was another shiny bit of success.

The third time around I had the aforementioned bit of “hurrah!”, and found myself duking with a RockLobsterite that I seemed  to remember from other races.  I popped around him at one point and then he moved away from me the next lap.  Over the steeper muddy berm he found momentum and moved over it cleanly, while I slipped in the the worst possible spot, stalled and found stem with flesh as I tried to hop off. Luckily the impact was not, um, catastrophic.  But by the time I got it sorted out, he was away and uncatchable.  Ah well, that’s racing.

Sometime in there, a bell for the last lap had been rung, and I remember thinking at one point, “Ahh, that’s the guy that won last week!” as a mountain bike rolled by.  According to the results, I was a couple notches up from DFL, though that may have been due more to the statistical anomolie of more riders in my division.  Rolled around a bit and caught my breath, spotted my wife and found that there wasn’t too much left in the tank when I began to tell her about the race.  She caught that bit on video, which I’ll try to get posted soon. (Update - the video is now posted here.)

Since she was playing with the vid-cam, there weren’t any still frames to speak of.  In my post-race haze, I wasted a couple frames on muddy bits and soggy SIDI’s:

and the pretty clouds, which seemed to have more significance at the time:

A Pop-Tart and some fluids brought me back to life a bit, and we meandered back to the course, where I snapped some photos during the tail end of the Men’s Masters A 35+/45+, and then the start of the Men’s A and Singlespeed race.  Those are yonder on Flickr.

In the set, you’ll find a shot of Keven from RBW, who was riding a beautiful Rivendell custom CX bike -

click through and hit “all sizes” to see the a bigger version.

Anyway, after that it was home, clean bike and get ready for the week to come. 

Next BASP race is 11/18 in Burlingame - under the lights!

Indoor Pre-Ride
Filed under: cyclocross
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 3:55 pm

Woke up three times last night as the rain came down in various rhythms and force. Pittering and light, thrumming and heavy, scattered and throbbing.  But, it was coming down all night long. By midday today, actual puddles had appeared in the back yard and I had to rake fallen leaves out of the drains.  Decidedly foreign activities.  I’ve been preparing for tomorrow’s race by sitting inside catching up on bills and watching the rain drip down off the roof.

Right about now, the fine folks from Pilarcitos are hammering stakes into the ground out on Candlestick Point Park, marking out the course for tomorrow’s race. The rains Friday were a good thing, as the surface out there is rocky/bumpy and hard.  It’s gopher heaven and it seems that every undulation and vertical aberration has been baked to a crispy crunch by the sun.  Moisture will even things out a bit, soften things up a smidgen.

As the rains continue though, things will degrade a bit.  In some places, it’s very sandy out there, so if it actually stops raining, that surface is likely to recover quickly, though providing an excellent grinding paste for drivetrain components… But, it’s also landfill out there, and as such creates puddles in odd places and much excitement for the crowds. 

It’ll be fun.  It’ll be interesting.  It’s cross, baby!

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