Friday, February 28, 2014

Last Minute Upcoming: Bike Oven Art Auction


Friday Feedbag and Quotable Links: Dazed and Confused


It has been a long time since I last did a Friday Feedbag, and this one is hardly comprehensive - four short links for your consideration:

You may have read it by now. It was in the Los Angeles Times this morning. The link at BikingInLA took me to the KCRW website. I am quite sure the story was picked up by many other media sources as well. An appellate court judge has ruled that using a map app while driving is perfectly legal, that the law against the use of hand-held devices while driving was intended to apply to talking and listening on said devices. Looking at them is, apparently, an different matter entirely.

What the hell.

Good bye common sense - washed away, like the soil of our fire scorched mountains during our current "massive drizzle."

I was under the impression that 'distraction' was at the heart of the law. Any use of a hand-held device creates distraction. Yet according to the Times story, the appellate Justices thought such a broad application would lead to "absurd results", things like moving a cell phone to "use as a paperweight." Uh, yes. Anything that takes your eyes, or focus, off the road is distraction.

Now that another law has been watered down beyond effective use, we can all return to watching our phones rather than the road, with no fear of prosecution.

Though propriety in not wishing harm to befall another human being prohibits me from listing them, my imagination can envision some rather interesting scenarios in which justice might coincidentally be served in this case.

Next up for legal decision, distracted Glassholes?

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"As a first generation college student, he wanted to use his education to help his community. He taught me, 'once you educate yourself, educate your community, because that's the only way la raza will get better.'"  A year removed from the death of Ivan Aguilar, a student at Cal Poly Pomona, a permanent memorial to his memory was installed at the campus.


If the our roadways seem like they are daily becoming more hostile to human existence, try contributing to the solution rather than adding to the problem. Ride on.

La Doyene: Cote de Saint Roch


The Cote de Saint Roch is the third of the hills (at the 128 km mark) tackled by the peloton during the yearly running of Liege-Bastogne-Liege. Believe it or not, 128 km is only the mid-point of the race, and as such the cote plays little, if any, role in determining the outcome of the race. Never-the-less the climb of Saint Roch may be the most visually dramatic of the route. If a resident were to look out from a third story window she would see a flood racing below, being forced uphill by the sheer force of pressure. 

The man for whom this particular cote is named is Saint Roch. According to Christian belief Saint Roch was born of a miraculous birth at Montpellier, France. At age twenty years he undertook a pilgrimage to Rome. Italy was in the debilitating throes of an epidemic of plague at the time, and Roch ministered to the sick in various hospitals along his path of travel. Long story, short, he eventually falls ill, is run out of town, survives with the assistance of a friendly local landowner, as well as some divine intervention, and returns to France. Upon his return to his homeland, he is arrested and thrown into prison. There he remained until his death after five years, in 1327. Today, the name of Saint Roch is invoked against plague and other diseases, and knee problems. Funny coincidence - that last might actually come in handy for those who have to climb the Cote de Saint Roch on a daily basis.

The flow of the peloton, like the flow of a river, ran swiftly up to the Saint Roch climb, but here the current breaks, its momentum smashed against the protruding rock. The Cote de Saint Roch is the shortest of the famous hills of la Doyene, at only 0.8 kilometers long, yet at 12% it also possesses the race's steepest gradient. What makes the Cote de Saint Roch special is the atmosphere that envelops the climb come race day. The lane slots between precipitous walls rising to heights of two to three stories, with barely enough space between them for two cars to pass one another side by side. Filling the verges of the lane are the ranked file of spectators, shouting, waving flags, straining to catch glimpses of the passing racers. The competitors are left with what little space remains, jostling shoulder to shoulder, wheel to wheel, unable to fall over for the compression pressing in from the sides. Good thing too; one stumble, one falter and fall might likely block the road, and forward progress, to everyone behind.


All photos of the Cote are the same - beside the flow of a river, they bring to mind an artery slowing being blocked, the flow of life force becoming ever more constricted. The riders bunch at the base of the climb, slow, squeeze through the throng. Bursting clear at the summit must be a relief. I don't believe it is a place for the claustrophobic. For anyone else, however, it is without doubt one of the most iconic landscapes of the cycling world.



The 2014 Liege-Bastogne-Liege, or La Doyene, will be the 100th edition of the race, first run in 1892. This is the third in an occasional series of posts on the history of the race that will run at the CLR Effect leading up to the race on
April 27.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Upcoming: Liv / Giant Women's Bike Maintenance & Fit Clinic


Though there is one person in particular who would benefit from this, most of the other women riders I know have a rough (or better) knowledge of bike mechanics. Righty tighty - lefty loosy, chains need lube, and tires need air. Even if you have gone through a class before, or have done some wrenching on your own, it is often good to reload with a little refresher now and then - the old "use it or loose it" maxim holds true. If nothing else you get to hang out and swap tales of the road and trail for an evening. Besides, I have heard, though have no actual experience since the target audience does not include my half of the gender divide, that Corey hosts a fun and informative gathering. RSVP at the Facebook event page, or email to info@coatescyclery.com

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

From the Library: Road to Valor


I went into the reading of this book with a little, general, knowledge of who Gino Bartali was as both a cyclist and as a war-time hero. My fore-knowledge stopped at little, which was unfortunate for a racer who was so important to the history of the sport and indeed, his country. This book fleshed out the skeleton of what I knew. Considering his fame as an international-calibre racer before World War II, it should be no surprise that his actions to help save the lives of innocents during the war, have been the subject of documentation ever since they became known. Then there is the mythos of Bartali - how, by winning the Tour de France, he single-handedly saved Italy from collapse into Civil War.

There is much history in this book, and while there is also much about Bartali's cycling career, it takes a lesser role to that of the broader story. The tip off might have been the subject tags on the book - history, military, World War II. Not cycling. Not sport. It did not make a bit of difference, the book is a worthy read. If you don't know the story of Gino Bartali and his role in Italian history during and after World War II, find this book. It is easily one of the more compelling additions to the Library.

McConnon, Aili and Andres   Road to Valor: A True Stor of World War II Italy, the Nazis, and the Cyclist Who Inspired a Nation   New York: Broadway Paperbacks, 2012

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Stuff Someone Said (and Did): Bram Tankink


Few people in the pro peloton have been as reviled over the past few decades as Riccardo Ricco, certainly few have rightfully deserved the collective ire of those who race the worlds roadways as the Italian. His multiple suspensions for performance enhancing drug use and blood boosting have endeared him to no one. During the 2008 Tour de France, the question was put to Bram Tankink - what would you say to Riccardo Ricco concerning his positive test for Cera, a banned substance? Tankink responded, 

"well, I would punch him in his mouth. I actually hit him during the descent yesterday, so I'm happy about that, because he's just an asshole."

I can't say I remember hearing of this incident at the time it happened, but a recent post by Cycling Inquisition's Klaus, put together at Manual for Speed, brought it to my attention. Stuff someone said - stuff someone did.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Monday Blues: Guilty by Association

"I stopped riding my bike because of all the bikers I would see running stop signs, and lights." I never know whether to take statements like this one seriously or not - the super powers enabling me to differentiate between the remarks of trolls and those of honest folk just never developed. Either way, though, these little pearls of wisdom are confusing and confounding to say the least.


Statements like the one above pop up on one site or another every so often, like last week for instance, and they leave me mildly perplexed. After all if you take the logic of them a step further would you not have to assume that this person has also given up on driving due to the great numbers of speeding drivers, red light running drivers, not to mention the thousands who kill annually due to their negligence? Then, what about the whole pedestrian jaywalking thing - the merits of its legality aside, in most places it is illegal. I assume the person in question has forsaken walking so as not to be associated with that group of bipedal law breakers.

The whole guilt by association thing can be taken to unreasonable extremes. Just because some bicyclists have been observed running stop signs does not mean all ride in that manner, and just because some drivers drive in a negligent way does not mean that they all do.

It is way past time to move beyond blaming an entire group of society based on the actions of a part of that group. I know it may be difficult for some. I know there are people who, even in this day and age, will blame entire ethnicities, races, religions, nationalities for the actions of a relative few. We call such people bigots, racists, etc. I don't see any difference with regard to the view I sometimes read about cyclists.

It is an unfortunate thing when people must give up riding. Some people may do so due to age and related health reasons. Others may do so based on a perception of safety, or lack thereof. To give up due of the actions of someone else, makes no sense to me. If it really bothers you that other cyclists may run through stops, then do the opposite, set an example by your own actions. It will help counter any evil being perpetrated by others, as well as help ease the pangs of a guilty conscience.

Blue: A color, a mood or emotion, a genre of music. Tune in each Monday for another installment of the Blues, with a cycling twist.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

2014 Dare to Race Grand Prix: Doubled Up

One...

Jason Reynolds (Team Redlands) was spinning some quick little loops on the "infield", that closed bit of Cedar behind the MGE set-up. Just enough speed for that beard to blow back onto his left shoulder.  Just enough to keep the legs warm and loose. Maybe a half hour earlier he had won the Cat 4 race in a nice sprint from a spot off the front. What I mean by that is, he already had a gap around the far final turn, but the chasing bunch was not ready to surrender without one last fight. It was not to be, though, and Reynolds was able to punch the air with room to spare. 

Anyway, as he passed by during that spin I asked if he would be going for a double today. He gave a little laugh and said his previous best on a single day was a one-two, but admitted it would be nice. Yeah. Some forty minutes later as the 30+ 4/5 race rounded the far final turn, there was that free-flowing beard. First around the turn. Reynolds had a gap again, and by the time he reached the line, he had another fist pump finish to match the first. His first double-double, a two win day.


two!

 The heat of the day was beginning to rise. This might be expected for June, July, anytime middle of the year really. But this is February, so it is a little disconcerting to think there could be another eight months of heat. Ah well, what are you going to do. Get on with it and race. One of the interesting things about this course, and it is something you can say about many of the industrial park criteriums - the whir and hum of a hundred chains, and pairs of wheels, echoes around the canyons created by double and triple height walls of warehouses and office buildings. Like a mad army of worker bees. You can hear the approaching peloton from two, maybe even three in some cases, turns away. Well before the frantic throng comes into sight.

Imagine the waters dumped by a passing storm racing through the narrow, twisting passages of a slot canyon. Each turn around well-worn walls brings the surge closer, amplifies its roar. Vertical planes of striated sandstone marking aeons of time are replaced by concrete and glass, often distinguished by their own horizontal bands. The surge of mechanical invention propelled by human bodies send waves of sound to bounce off one wall, rebound off the next, until finally the tide comes rushing into view. The flow of riders in the bunch shares much with the flow of water. The restlessness of the surge, the placidity of the eddy, the constriction and expansion as it moves into, through, and out from narrows.

There were a few crashes today, just in the few middle of the day races I was there for. Most of the riders seemed able to hobble off on their own, but one racer in the 50+/55+ combined race required some extra attention. Hope everyone is able to heal up quickly and fully.

Your link to the Flickr set of a select 103 photos.









A few results from the morning:

Cat 5: 1st Luis Escajeda (unattached), 2nd SunKwan Cho (Cast a Shadow/Temecula Farmers), 3rd David Ortiz (SC Velo)

Jr Men 15-16: 1st Drew Kalasky (Team Rokform), 2nd Richard Salter (San Diego Bicycle Club), 3rd Matthew Park (Team Rokform)

Jr Men 10-12: 1st Tristan Mitchell (SC Velo), 2nd Alexander Lochmiller (Team Rokform), 3rd Kyle Mitchell (SC Velo)

Jr Women 10-14: 1st Megan Jastrab (SC Velo), 2nd Sarah Swan (Strive Racing), 3rd Makayla MacPherson (South Bay Wheelmen)

Women Cat 3/4: 1st Charity Chia (South Bay Wheelmen), 2nd Amy Firth (South Bay Wheelmen), 3rd (Jennifer Willis (OTR Racing)

Women Cat 1-3: 1st Tela Crane (JL Velo Ambassadors), 2nd Suzanne Sonye (Monster Media Elite Women), 3rd Holly Breck (Incycle Racing p/b Full Circle Cycling

Jr. Men 17/18: 1st Robert Freeman (Team Rokform), 2nd James Hilyer (Team Rokform), 3rd Joseph Tran (Tru Cycling - Jax Bicycle Racing)

Jr. Women 15-18: 1st Hannah Swan (Strive Racing), 2nd Rachel Swan (Strive Racing), 3rd Megan Jastrab (SC Velo)

Masters 50+/55+: 1st Craig Miller (BBI-SIC Cycling), 2nd Frank Schroeder (BBI-SIC Cycling), 3rd Steven Strickler (SOS Foundation/Trek) Though the finish was relatively close, and may have had something to do with a lack of celebration, I suspect that the crash at the far end of the finish straight may have had something to do the more subdued sprint, in deference to the injured back on the roadway.

Masters 45+: 1st Scott Cochran (Monster Media Elite Masters), 2nd John Slover (Breakaway From Cancer Masters), 3rd Craig Miller (BBI-SIC Cycling)

Category 4: 1st Jason Reynolds (Team Redlands), 2nd Bernard Labansat (PAA/REMAX), 3rd Mike Miranda (Velo Club LaGrange)

30+ Cat 4/5: 1st Jason Reynolds (Team Redlands), 2nd Sangjik Lee (Big Orange Cycling), 3rd Ivan Lopez (GBS Racing)

Saturday, February 22, 2014

GMR Friday Returns

Somewhere, somehow I swerved off schedule without realizing it. Looking back along my paths of travel, I find that there has not been a GMR Friday in more than half a year. True I have been up there in that time (though not in the past three months), but the typical Friday rides inexplicably slipped away.


Mother Nature has begun to roll out the green carpet on either side of the roadway. It was quite welcoming. It was nice to see bunches of riders including Phil, Dick, and Brenda descending the turns on the bottom half. I believe it was Bill I passed soon after those first three, then a little further along, Mrs Bill, Glendora Mountain Road herself, riding with a friend. There was a quartet of riders up at the Top of Monroe (ToM), and a few more scattered about for good measure. There were more slalom boarders than I have ever seen at one time. There was one person taking photos at various points along the first half of the climb, and envisioned someone scouting out the time trial course for the upcoming San Dimas Stage Race.

Deciduous trees beside the road, some growing on the verge, but most just over the side, growing on the steep downslopes, are beginning to leaf out adding fullness to their stick shadows. They might envy the oaks, who keep their mantle year-round, but I doubt it. Their seasonal changes more than make up for any winter barrenness. Crows drifted lazily against the blue beyond, even their throaty calls seemed mellow on this day. The songs of many other, unseen, birds accompanied me on the ascent - theirs was the chorus to my rhythmic breathing. Everything was coming alive, everything as it should be up on the mountain. It was good to be back.

Friday, February 21, 2014

La Vonne's Memorial Fundraiser for Diabetes


Technically it was a fundraiser, not a wake, but it could easily have been mistaken for the latter. The booze (beer), music, food, the craic, and massive amounts of people spending a grand evening all in the memory of LaVonne Koester gave it all the appearance of a good old Irish sending off. Dale Bros Brewery was absolutely packed with LaVonne's fellow riders from the Cycling Connection, and the Psycho-lists. People came from the wider cycling community as well - the local shops were well represented, Full Circle Cycling's Patrick (whom I finally formally met), Jason of BicycleFriends.com, numerous members of the Claremont Senior Bicycle Group. I saw Richard, Trish, Sean, Brenda, Erik, Erik, yes two Eriks, Brad, Robs, Jenn, Jim, Lark, Dick, Guy, Jeanne, Mark, Abraham, Christina, Zack, Ana, Greg, Alex, Don, Greg, and a good one hundred fifty to two hundred more as well.

The raffle was fantastic, even if I did walk away empty-handed; a shout out to the local shops who contributed to its success - Coates, Incycle, Empire Bikes, Jax - and all the other businesses and individuals who donated items for the fun. The trove included two new bikes, including a sweet single-speed that brought out quite a whoop and howl when the winning ticket was called. I noticed at least one person attempting to sneak away with that one when the lucky winner wasn't looking.

Community. If you have read here for a while you may have noticed the word pop up with some frequency. This evening was about community coming together. It was all the ideals tied up in that word manifest for a few hours. It was a group of people coming together to share the joy and exhilaration, and yes, the pain of life. It was a group of people coming together in remembrance, coming together in support, coming together to carry on one persons dedication to help rid the world of a debilitating disease - diabetes. While we all may have come together to remember LaVonne, I think it is safe to say she would have been overjoyed at all the support given to the American Diabetes Association and the Tour de Cure. Slainte.


guardians of the keg?

surprise!

a flurry of activity at the raffle ticket tables

three of the most dedicated ambassadors of cycling,
and community, you will ever meet

meanwhile out on the patio, catching up

laughter and good times

rising above the crowd

whoooo yaaaah!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

La Doyene: Andre Trousselier


From its inception in 1892, right on up to 1978, Liege-Bastogne-Liege was dominated by Belgian riders. During that great span of time only nine racers from other nations were able to add their names to the roster of champions. The first of those foreign riders was Frenchman, Andre Trousselier who, in 1908, was best over the cotes and cobbles of the Belgian countryside. Trousselier covered two-hundred thirty-five kilometers in eight hours twelve minutes, for an average speed of more than twenty-eight kilometers per hour. Thirty-eight racers out of sixty starters finished the race. 

The distinction of being the first foreign rider to win L-B-L will last for history; the distinction of being the only foreign victor lasted until 1930, when he was joined by German, Hermann Buse. The 1908 race was significant for another reason as well - it was the first edition to be raced by professional cyclists, rather than amateurs.

La Doyene was the lone major victory for Andre Trousselier during his career. Andre was one of five racing brothers and, keeping things in the family, his brother Louis, won both the Tour de France and Paris-Roubaix in 1905, and tied up a string of other victories between that year and 1908.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

La Doyene: Leon Houa, the First Champion

It is the oldest, and has thus been branded with that single, simple, familiar name - la Doyene. More widely known as Liege-Bastogne-Liege, the Spring Classic race celebrates its centennial in 2014. Taking into account gaps due to wars and other unfortunate twists of history, one-hundred champions will have been crowned. The first of those champions, Belgian Leon Houa, was also the races first multi-champion, winning three consecutive years between 1892 and 1894. The first two years, the race was run as an amateur competition; in 1894 professionals took over.



Houa was born in 1867 and died in 1918. In addition to the singular claim to fame at L-B-L, Houa was both Belgian amateur (1893) and professional (1894) National Champion, as well winning at Maastricht in 1896. The first of Houa's la Doyene victories was by twenty-two minutes over second placed Leon Lhoest; the second win came with a thirty minute margin over Michael Borisowski, while the third win was a much closer seven minutes, over Louis Rasquinet.

I have no idea what the weather was like the day of that first race which, incidentally, started and ended in Spa, rather than Liege - was it wet, was it dry? Spring in that part of Europe, at that time of year, it could go either way. Think of the roads the riders raced along. The cobbles. During today's Spring Classics, the cobbled sections are considered amongst the more challenging ones. One hundred twenty years ago they were probably amongst the better sections; farm tracks and country roads, both with rough dirt surfaces, pitted and likely with some washboarding would have made up much of the route. Like today, if it rained the riders would have been covered in mud; if it were dry, a thick coating of dust would have disguised their true appearance.

The other notable feature of Liege Bastogne Liege are the cote, the short but oh-so-steep hills that burst from the Flemish countryside and mass toward the end of the route, a formidable barricade which must be overcome. The roads, the cotes, the distance, the early bicycles, maybe the weather all conspired to punish the riders at the end of a long day. Of the thirty-three men who started the 1892 race only seventeen made it to the finish. The last three of those men staggered home more than five hours after Houa, who took nearly eleven hours to ride the two-hundred fifty kilometer race.

Houa left bicycle racing in 1896 to focus on the new fad of motoring. He died as the result of a motor vehicle crash in 1918.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Sunday Options: An Extraordinary Ride

the pre-ride talk

There was no sprinting for the glory of claiming another city limit sign. The only challenge at the KOM was the one each rider had within him, or her, self. In fact, if not for some perverse need to attack any significant high point on the route, I very likely would have felt a modicum of foolishness for bolting away from the group on the one big climb of the day. Speeds were at, almost, all times conversationally paced. Testosterone was kept in check, if not under lock and key. Pressure never built because the boiler never needed to be stoked.

I hung out at, or near, the back not, for once, because I had to but because I wanted to. I suspect the only times the pace pushed above the twenty mile-per-hour mark was along downgrade sections of the road or path. The occasion was the years first ride hosted by Jon Riddle (co-author of Where To Bike Los Angeles) under the auspices of the LACBC. The rides are good opportunities to meet some new folk, see some new sights, explore new routes. They take place on a monthly basis. Admittedly, except for one climb up to Monrovia Canyon Park near the end, this months' ride along the SGRT and Rio Hondo, was pretty flat. They are not all like this one - others spend most of the time in the mountains or hills and offer more challenge.

With the Spring time change approaching, opportunities for "training" rides could soon present themselves five days each week, with a sixth day of actual racing for good measure. It was nice to put aside playing the part of racer for a day, and everything that comes with that obligation, and just enjoy an ordinary ride. Now that I think about it, if those other high-paced, grovel-for-wheels-in-the-gutter rides are the more typical, the every day, that would make them the ordinary ones, and rides like this day's the exception to the rule, the extraordinary.

Jon assures me that he has a years worth of monthly rides mostly planned out awaiting finalization before making it public. For a likely preview, next month will be a variation of the famous Donut Ride in the South Bay, and May is likely to be the GMR / GRR / Mt. Baldy Loop starting in Claremont. Check the LACBC website, or my Upcoming links, for more information on future rides when it becomes available.

sharing some miles along the SGRT

blue skies with wisps of clouds

regroup at the bend

back towards home along the Rio Hondo

through Duarte along the old red line route

Monday, February 17, 2014

Monday Blues: Stripped


You've got the eye of an eagle, and see it right away. The Ibis Hakkalugi came complete with some stripped fork threads, enough damage to require replacement. A Surly Cross Check is on order and will be fine but, I am disappointed that I won't be able to keep the frame/fork as matched originals.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

2014 UCLA Juniper Hills Road Race


Quite a day out in the high desert. If allowed to say so, I think it was probably as nice a day as you could expect. As the name of the race suggests, the Juniper Hills RR is UCLAs hosted race on the collegiate calendar, but also offers USA Cycling category races as well - Cat 5 through Pro, and Masters. The race takes place around an almost 12.5 mile loop with an elevation gain of 1500 feet per lap. Depending on the category racers do between two and six laps. Unless you are off the back, there is no place to rest, because you are either going slowly up, or quickly down. For photos I staked out a spot on the Juniper Hills Road just shy of its summit, which is also the high point on the course.

While sitting up there I started to write down random thoughts, observations:

"Wind is sometimes sighing, sometimes roaring, always moving, never calm. A flag at a house across the road tells the tale - headwind, at least for this final push to the top. I can see the far turn back down the road from here, and a painful slog from that point it looks to be, especially during those moments when the wind rises to a roar."

"Not a lot of conversation at the top, most riders are more concerned with conserving their precious breath. Some riders, though, ask where they can find the photos. Clear (CLR) Effect, I yell."

"Big gaps between racers now - only a handful on the road back to the far turn. Ones and pairs only for the past few minutes. Survival mode. I must say, I like this spot on the road for photos; there is a little rise, before a slight leveling off where I am - a helmet appears, then shoulders, sometimes rocking with the effort. Next legs pumping - fast, slow, everyone has a different cadence. The climb is not a great equalizer. I quickly separates riders."

"A rag tag group of women just came by - last lap I thought they were the lead group, but nope. What was a cohesive unit twelve and a half miles ago is now destroyed, everyone on their own. Wind is picking up now; the roar is much more fierce, become a howl, and much more frequent. That flag over there is straining to break loose from its tether."

"Only one rider in sight down the road now, a lonely place to be. Cranks are turning ever so slowly. As he gets closer there is a break in the wind and I can hear his breathing - heavy and fast as he tops the rise. The Lantern Rouge, but at this point he will finish, so Chapeau!"

"Was hoping the lady Gaucho would come past one more time, I would have given her a rousing cheer - Ole, Go Gauchos. But apparently she is done for the day."

"Waiting. That second wave of races obviously done by now. Pro/1/2, Collegiate 'A', Cat 3s, Masters 35+ and Masters 45+  will be starting soon."

"The road below me undulates like some long inchworm doing a slow crawl across a table top, although there is no flatness here at the base of the mountains; you are either heading up or down."

"I decided to time the groups from that turn down there to where I am near the summit - what is it a half mile, three quarters at the longest? Pros clocked about 3:55, collegiate 'A's made it in about 4:20, Cat 3s in 4:28."

Pro field has just came by on their second lap and the wind is actually a bit more calm right now, and has even changed direction - lucky them. Ooops, reverse that now - it can't make up its mind what it wants to do. Swirling. The wind can be such a tease at times. It lets up a little, gives you some hope, and then smashes down on you, destroying any resolve you may have had left."




Women's Pro/1/2/3 race charges to the summit


here is someone who understands the unwritten agreement - acknowledge my presence with a smile, a wave, flash a peace sign, or a one-fingered salute, you get your photo on the front page. guaranteed.

lead bunch of the Pro/1/2 race, second lap

first chase group, second lap, Pro/1/2 race

Seth Britton, Cat 3 race



Go Gauchos. UCSB well represented in the lead group, Collegiate 'A's

top of the hill, approximately right here, is roughly three miles from the start. in that distance this cat 3 rider (sorry don't have the name, yet) built up that much lead. a lap later, the gap was even greater.


how the race looks three laps in. destruction. singles, pairs, small groups spread all the way back down the road.

Click for the Flickr photo set - 142 pics. Keep in mind I took another 500 that did not make the set, so there are likely to be photos of everyone from the second and third waves of races. I will check if you let  me know.

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