Showing posts with label Indie Series photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indie Series photos. Show all posts

Sunday, July 26, 2009

INDIE SERIES ROSLYN STORY AND PHOTOS

Sunday, I made my debut in the 45+ Sport category at Roslyn's Indie Series race (http://www.indieseries.com/). Terrific single-track trails, beautiful eastside setting (that is, ponderosa pines), hot as hell. No, make that hot as frickin' hell. Accuweather said is was 90 to 93 during race time with the Real Feel temp 97. Ugh. Ten minutes into the race, which started basically straight up a crazy-steep, sand and powdery pitch, I thought: "My legs are already rubber, I'm gonna DNF."

Sport races are longer than the Beginner races I'd done to this point. Each of those was 45 minutes to an hour. Roslyn's Sport race was likely to be twice that and in the relentless heat I was kicking myself for upgrading. But you know how it is, you suck it up, you think of your loved ones and how they'd find a way to get through it, you think of other hot races you've survived ('06's Ironman Coeur D'Alene when temperatures hit 94), and somehow you get it done. Plus, the Indie Series has points. I'd get points for finishing, even if I was dead last, but I'd bupkiss if I DNF'd. I wanted them points.

At Roslyn, we did three laps of a 4.5-mile (I think) course, each lap of which, according to my altimeter, climbed 850 feet. About 600 of that was in the first mile or so of each lap, that kind of tiny-gear, move-to-the-front-of-your-seat grind which, in the heat, made for some sloooow going. I saw several people get off their bikes, throw them to the ground, and plop themselves down in the shade to cool off. Then there was some fun, roller-coastery sections, another crazy-steep (but thankfully short) pitch, some not-too-bad climbs, and finally a screaming, hang-on-for-life descent through dusty talcum powder. If there was someone just ahead of you on the trail, you ended up eating a lot of dirt at Roslyn.
One of the many great things about the Indie Series races is the people you meet. The loquacious and energetic George Spaggiari was there (he's also a recent upgrade to Sport) and throughout the race would yell out my name any time he saw me on course--pulling away in front of him, as he passed me, as I passed him back, etc. In the end, I finished fifth with George just behind me for sixth. Results aren't up but time-wise, it was about an hour and forty-five.
I'd say the first lap was brutal, largely because I'd never ridden it before and had no idea what to expect; second lap, not quite so bad because all I was thinking about was finishing; third lap, suprisingly OK because I knew I wouldn't have to do it again.
Next up, Greenwater on August 8. That'll be my sixth Indie Series race. Actually, I'm thinking of riding the elegant Tarmac Pro road bike in Saturday's Tour de Whatcom (http://www.tourdewhatcom.com/).

Sunday, June 07, 2009

INDIE SERIES LEAVENWORTH



I'd heard the Leavenworth race course was one big hill--first half the race you climb it, second half you descend it--fast. That's exactly what it was. Stunningly beautiful too. I love the Leavenworth area but I'd never been to Freund Canyon before, which is basically due north of the skatepark. (You'd know where that is if, like Jen and I, your 10-year-old son led you by the hand on the great Washington State skatepark tour two years ago.)

Near the top of the course's 1,800-plus-foot climb, it was all purple lupine and Indian paintbrush and wide open views of canyons, peaks and valleys. But by the time I made it there during Saturday's contest, I had no time to really soak in the views; I was leading the 45+ Beginner's race and thought it most appropriate to try to maintain that lead.

The race started with about 1.5 miles of dirt road before we actually hit the trail. Which was good because I'd heard that it was tough to pass on the singletrack and that the downhill was so fast and skinny that passing there is next to impossible. The road stretched out the field a bit and about a mile in, I'd made it to the front of our group and just wanted to stay there. Turns out passing was actually quite possible on the trail--though there were stretches where the consequences could be a tumble down the hillside through the aforemention pretty flowers--and I made my way up through some of the 35-44 racers. While the road climbed gradually, the trail was much steeper with one or two spots where I had to get in my tiniest gear, lean down low over my handlebars to keep my front wheel down and really push it to make it up and over. Generally, I'm Mr. Altimeter boy, never riding without one so that I always have some idea when I'm nearing the top of a hill, but I'd forgotten mine and just had to take it on faith that the climbing would eventually end. Which it did but not before we'd climbed for 35 minutes straight.
Then, came the downhill. Which was as advertised--smooth, narrow and fast. Winding too, which lots of water-bar dips which lifted one's back wheel high off the ground and threatened to launch me from my bike. I felt like some cartoon character trying to hang on for dear life on a runaway horse. (Alas, I later heard that a couple racers were hurt when they were indeed launched from their bikes; I saw ambulances heading to the race site when I was leaving.) I hit 34 miles an hour at one point before we were spit out onto the dirt road we'd started on for a 50-yard sprint to the finish. Another rider and I duked it out to the end and though he might've pipped me, he was a couple decades younger than me so he wasn't in my race. I ended up winning the 45+ division.

(The entire race was 8.6 miles long and it took me about 49 minutes.)

My plans are to do as many of the Beginner races as I can this year--Bellingham, Roslyn and Greenwater are upcoming (I'll miss Winthrop because I'm doing Test of Metal), then move up to Sport next season where the races are often twice as long. The Leavenworth Sport race for example was two laps of what we Beginners did, thus two times up the 1,800-foot climb. (Yikes!)
Thought this was pretty ingenious--this guy knew he'd want a bottle for a later lap so he mounted a bottle cage on a pole and stuck it in the ground.

Just found these photos on the Indie Series website Biker Chat, taken by joelb (http://www.indieseries.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=452). Thanks, joelb. I'm the guy in green and yellow. George Spaggiari is the Lampre dude in the center; he finished second in our race.





And Chris Green, who finished 3rd in the Men's 35-44 Sport Race, just sent me the below shot. Thanks, Chris!

Monday, May 18, 2009

WHIDBEY ISLAND MUDDER PHOTOS

Here's a couple of cool photos taken by nice guy Ronald C. Allen of yours truly riding scared during Sunday's Whidbey Island Mudder. (BTW, Allen is the rider in the video post below.) Check out his photography/videography website: http://www.a-mc.com/.