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Things have cooled off around here.  Both literally and figuratively.  The air is crisp in the morning and warming during the afternoons.  Good sleeping weather, as its nice to have the windows open in the evening.  Racing has been on the down-low. Bunch of fun riding and making preparations for The Shenandoah 100 (2009 Race Report, can’t find my 2008 but I think it’s on the 29er Crew somewhere?). Anyways, looking forward to heading down there with Mark and Suzanne Hartman, fun few days of riding and camping!

With the chance to hit some trails and have some fun and the nice weather, August/September is some of the best time to ride in Naples. I headed down this past Thursday night, but forgot my lights, DOH! Managed to rip up Parish Hill, rip through Hi-Tor and down the DEC in about 50 minutes, plenty of daylight. But not enough to do it all again. So I did some hill repeats on Parish Hill in the dark. Want to really sharpen your skills? Descend a dirt road at 35mph in the pitch black, that will give you some confidence

This past Saturday, headed back down to get what I was really looking for. A good 4 hour tear with some good climbing. Felt great to rip the trails and have some fun

All in all was a great day of riding. Going to head back out there tonight (with my lights and get some more ripping in! Then this weekend, gonna take the Lake monster down to Windham to see the World Cup Finals!! First time World Cup in the US in 5 years, and it looks like they have the finals for 3 more years. He’s super pumped (as am I) to see Julien Absalon and Nino Schurter mix it up Live! It’s been super cool to watch the races on Freecaster.tv with him in the am, but will be even cooler to watch in person!

WTF even gone when I wrote his post…. As I just had it all typed out and disappeared!! Grrrr!

Now for the short and pissed off version.
Managed 5th overall and 3rd age at the Singletrack stampede. Broke my chain on the 1st lap & then next lap, busted up my front derailleur. After a few adjustments, was forced to stay in the small ring. So congrats to J Bixby who won by a few minutes, while I spent triple his advantage on the side of the trail.

Saturday was 126 miles on the road bike with Brendan, Staffo and Barney. Hosed completely after that ride. Brendan broke a shift cable in Italy Valley and drove it 18+ miles in the 53×12. I was gassed a bit from the race still and when we got to CDGA decided to roll the last 30 miles home. Frick, my legs were cooked after that ride.

Last night was Farmall #2. Was sitting pretty till I burped a tire at the end of the 2nd lap. Was dumfounded for a second, the realized there was a floor pump in the trailer as I was right near the finish line. Rolled over and pumped it up. Had fallen into about 6/7th place. Lost pretty close to a full minute on that. Damn near impossible to make up on that course. Drilled it the next few laps and brought the gap down to under 30 secs (EDIT: gap to 2nd place not 1st) and made my way up into 3rd. I wasn’t gonna close 30 secs on the final lap, so kinda sat up a bit. Was a little frustrated at my luck again, but oh well that will happen. All part of racing.

Next week is Farmall #3. Gonna be a shootout for the overall! Then no races till Shenandoah 100!

No idea why I used a french title, maybe too much watching the tour last month?  Anyways loads going on around here.  The biggest news is I got a new article published in the CycleOps Power newsletter!  If you’re subscribed to the newsletter you probably seen my mug in your email inbox (subscribe here).  If not, go read my article on Using Intensity Factor to Train in the Right Zones here!

Back to bike racing:

After the 24 hour, decided to don my Minerva Design kit and head over and hit up the GVCC Crit.  Legs were still a bit cooked, but managed to jump in and stay in the main break for 30 minutes or so out of 40.  Pack pulled us back in, was able to work my way to the front and challenge for the sprint.  Coming up the hill, had a solid jump, 2nd place was starting to move up.  Dropped another gear and still had some in the tank, and then ‘schlecked’ it as the chain jumped on the cassette.  Sat up as I saw Zito had 2nd wrapped up, then realized I still had a bit to go and raced to the line for 3rd, but was nipped and will settle for 4th.  Been a while since I earned some GVCC points but was super fun to race.

This past weekend went out and did a pretty good size ride from home around Canadaigua Lake.

Great View around that lake for sure. I slogged and suffered like hell on the ride as I didn’t get much sleep the night before, but still managed a pretty solid ride.

Farmall XC Summer Series #1

Farmall Summer series kicked off this past tuesday night.  Good to get back in the flow and get back to some hard racing again.  Managed to botch my start and mis my pedal and dropped into 4th, gasp!  I pushed my way up to 3rd and then followed Staffo into the woods in 2nd place.  He was ripping it up the climbs, but I fought the good fight, and even though he got a slight gap out of the woods, I managed to pull him back in before the end of the lap.  A hard charging Tim Pilato was hot on my heels and we managed to both get past Staffo around the start of the 3rd lap.  Got some separation from Tim after a few laps and held a steady gap to the line for the W!

But enough about the racing!  It’s about the post-ride I did with Lake!

Right after this, we were ripping down the grass, and at high speed, just before the 180 turn, it gets a bit choppy. Well, he grapped a wee bit too much front brake and did a massive high speed endo. Hit the ground face first, and the bike slammed him hard in the back of the head. I think if he did have any teeth he would have lost em in this crash! After a few minutes of tears (I think I would have cried had I crashed that hard), he was back on the bike and ripping it

Up this weekend is Sprague Brook: Singletrack Stampede! Looking forward to this one, gonna be a ton of fun!

Took another good opportunity to go back down to Naples again this weekend.  After putting in a killer night ride in this past Wednesday with Casey & Hanggi, where we ripped up OCP & Cutler in the dark.  I figured putting in a little more time and keep burning in that HardCore 24 course.

And that I exactly did.  It downpoured pretty hard Friday evening, but trails were so dry, the only thing really affected was that the roots were wet.  Trails still had some awesome grip and quite dry for the most part everywhere.  I climbed up Stid Hill and rode up to the Tower Drop.  Ran into a few cyclists coming down the 4 wheeler trail, that was a first.  Luckily was able to help them find there way.  After hitting up the long climb, dropped down the tower drop.  Now if you’ve been lucky enough to descend the tower drop, you know it’s near vertical.

Well, mix that in that it’s really technical and steep and loose, add some wet roots and only 1 line on hte descent.  Mix it up and add a nice crash in there and you get a nice chainring scratch and impalement on the lower leg.  Looks like I was attacked by a bear-vampire.  4 streaks of gash down my let, with 2 ‘bite’ marks where the chainring dug right in.  Got a few odd remarks about the wound this weekend, but I sucked it up and charged on.

Took things up to OCP and ripped my fastest lap on the Hardcore 24 course.  41 minutes nearly on the nose.  Probably would’ve been a few seconds faster had I not hit the deck when I came off the course onto the pavement!  Turned a little early on the wet pavement and hit the gas to sprint and “Down goes Igby”.  Awfully nice to be charging hard and dump it right in front of the party houses with all the onlookers.  Thankfully that was the last time I crashed, but with that I was pretty tore up literally.  Little blood mixed with dirt, never hurt anybody!

After hitting up OCP, I decided to rip up over in Cutler and then take the road down and climb up over Bristol mountain.  36 miles & 5k feet of climbing was more than enough for the day.

Sunday had plans to go rip Dryer rd in prep for the Fat Tire Fest coming this weekend.  But while watching the tour, came down with the weirdest sickness.  Was freezing my ass while it was 80 degrees outside and couldn’t eat a thing.  Skipped out on the day and just relaxed as much as I could.

I’m skipping the 6 Hours of Power this weekend.  Racing is expensive & so is a wedding, I’m pretty sure I don’t get to pick where the money goes at the moment.

Hope the rain holds off tonight, get some more trail ripping in tomorrow night & a road ride tonight, then some good racing this weekend at the Fat Tire Fest!

Went big on this past Saturday.  Decided to head down to Bristol/Naples area, get in a 6 hour ride on the mtb with some heavy climbing and some singletrack ripping.  The plan was to start at Bristol mountain, ride over to Stid Hill for a bit of a warmup.  Climb Stid Hill all the way up and come down the Tower Drop (Tscheske’s favorite descent!), climb up West Gannet Road, rip around OCP & Cutler, then head down the old closed road into Naples.  Refuel, head up East Hill, rip down the DEC trail, climb up Gannet back to OCP for some more Orange trail action and then up and over Bristol mountain.

Lake’s Birthday

Saturday was Lake’s official Birthday, but we held his party on Sunday.  What else to get my boy than a bike!!  A super sweet Giant TCX!!  I think I’m actually quite jealous of his bike.  He’s already mastered the handbrakes and is still getting acclimated to the gears.  He only wants to put “in 7″ as he says so he can go as fast as possible.  Thus, we’ve been doing some extra bike riding as he wants to ride, rolling around the block pretending he’s Lance and doing his best Phil Ligget impressions!!

Farmall #2 tonight!!  Looking forward to it!

Hopefully by this evening or sometime tomorrow I can get my race report up from the Handlebars Spring MTB Classic at Sprague Brook park in Buffalo that went down this past sunday.  Ended up 3rd, down 12 secs on Nathan Chown and Dan Staffo (who were on cross bikes).  Yeah, yeah, if you can ride the course on cross bike it’s not a real mtb course…. blah blah.  Truth is it was a tough course and I held my own, those guys were just a bit faster.

In the meantime though, here’s some Pictures of this past weekend.  Saturday was a gorgeous day, so I headed down to Bristol/Naples area to put some time on some technical trails and do some climbing.  Haven’t had too much time on the mountain bike nor tons of time climbing.  Figured I’d knock out both with one swoop.

Rode Still Hill over to the tower drop, then climbed up to OCP, did some loops there.  Over to Cutler for a loop and then some road to the backside of Bristol mt.  Climbed up that and headed down Radar’s top secret trail (where I preceded to have my second flat and had to ride the final 2 miles home on the road with a flat…)

Pictures, cause we all know mtbers can’t read!

Hit the greatest race in New York state up this past weekend. The Prattsburgh Rambler. 30+ mile dirt road race with some intense descents, few bits of singletrack and some ferocious clims that top out well over 20%.

The past 2 editions saw warm temps and dry & dusty race course. It was only fair that this year was 50 and rain. Turning many of the long dirt road climbs into quicksand. It certainly felt like the brakes were on while climbing for sure.

The race started off with a new section this year, that I was totally unprepared for. Right off the bat we climbed rt 53 and Ramone gunned it hard. It drew out the pack and I was quickly gapped (need a better warmup) but we hit a new fun and muddy descent that I was able to use to my advantage to bring the front back to me.

Once we rolled back through town a 2nd time and started the first climb we were a small group of 6. Staffo, Ramone, Duncan, Andy August, Jonah D and myself. Staffo and Ramone turned up the heat and slowly our group split. First Jonah, then me then Andy & then Duncan. Duncan managed to rebridge & the 3 rode the rest if the race together.

I started off in pursuit of Andy & Jonah soon bridged up to me. I dropped my chain in my spokes going up the next steep climb and he slipped through my fingers and ended my chase of Andy.

For the next forever miles, I chased Jonah. Up and over Canen hill, down Ridge road descent and up Hungry Hollow climb. The whole time Rob Dietrick was chasing me just as fiercely as I was chasing Jonah. I managed to finally catch Jonah on Hungry Hollow just before the steep pitch at the end. For a moment it looked like we were a group of 3 as we were diamounted and running up the super steep and loose climb. But I managed to get a good gap and hold em off. At least until after the descent and passing by the onion fields. Jonah rebridgend and we hit the singletrack together. I led, and managed to have a great cartoon esque faceplant on the descent, but still kept my lead. I got out front at the exit of the singletrack with a small gap and less than a mile to go. But the forever tenacious Jonah continued to pull me back in setting us up for a Mano e Mano sprint showdown. It all came downtown the last 50 meters where I narrowly edged him out by about a tire width for 5th place!!

All in all it was a killer race! Conditions were truly epic and hopefully I’ll have some pics from the moto crew soon to post.

Been a gorgeous few days here in upstate ny! No complaints here, seen upwards of 88 degrees on friday and Saturday! Was able to put some good time on the road bike the past few days, but I think I literally overcooked myself in the heat (ask Todd, as he dragged my ragged butt home from Naples yesterday).

But with bad sometimes comes great! I got my new iPad (doing this post on it!) and today for Easter took Lake out on his very first trail ride! Needless to say he was super pumped to ride!

Little dude dug it big time. He was excited to go cause he got himself a new helmet for Easter today. He really did t have too much of an issue on the trail other than his bike is to heavy to lift over the big logs. He cleared some tough root sections, negotiated the corners with ease. Made it through the mud and over some rideable log piles without any issues! Kinda was scared at how fearless he really was! I’ve been on bike rides with some fit dudes who had more issues than he did. If he couldn’t ride it! He simply got off his bike and ran it, without missing a beat.

Might have me a new training partner pretty soon (for those that think I might be pushing him to this, I’ve never asked him to ride, he has always asked me or took it up on his own).

Bonus today was that it was also our younger pup Lulu’s first trail day. Good thing Lizzy was there to show here the ropes! She did good but is a little skittish and scares easily. Had t get off and walk her down and comfort her a few times. She doesn’t like sticks; when they snap or you pick them up off the trail, she will run!

All in all a great weekend and still more to go!

Enjoy the pics (can’t put them inline through this)

I’ve written a new training tip on getting fit for going long! You can check out the article and the intricate details over on Singletrack.com.

Some good power based info on how to help you better prepare yourself for Endurance racing (and really any type of racing)

Also, Here’s some links to a few other articles I’ve written:

Mountain Bike Power

Race Simulation

Alright, so it’s been a bit of a while coming, what can I say, the off season is busy. You have lots of things to do, sit on your ass, eat greasy food, play xbox and drink beer. That’s a lotta stuff to fit into a small window of the season.

Recap: Day 2 Day 1

Day 3

Day 3 looks on paper, to be a super fun, super fast and easy day.

Little did I know what I had in store for me. Since the day was a bit faster, we got some bonus added sleep time as the race started an hour later than normal, though for this race we started in the center of the village. It was quite cool and loads of people gathered round to see us off

We were mostly smiling cause we thought today was all downhill, little did we realize what was on tap!

It was a quick start rolling right through the city village and then up the first of the day’s climbs. Again, I was feeling really good on the bike and happy to be out and ready for another day’s adventure.

The first climb took us up and up and up. At the top was a nice little gathering of the locals, cheering us on pushing us forward. I had slacked off a bit to take pictures and had to rally myself to bridge the gap up to Todd. Once I caught Todd on the road, I rallied him to grab my wheel and we bridged up to the Green Machine for a really fun singletrack descent through some flower fields, mint and other spices. It really smelled amazing (no pics it was too much fun!)

After we hit the days first descent we had another bit of climbing before we would come to the top and descend through some crazy farmland. Riding on a combination of farm roads and worker trails, we cut our way though the fields. Working right into this crazy mud chute, it had to be about 12-15 high and just wide enough for us. Only thing was it was so steep and muddy, I was having a hell of a time clipping in and managing to hold onto the bike as it slid down. There was no control, just riding a bucking bronco and bouncing off the sides for 200 meters.

Once we got out of the chute it was onto the road for one of the hairest road descents I’ve ever been on. The picture above really doesn’t do it any justice. This thing was steep, it made Bopple hill look flat. Swapping between cobbles and concrete, super windy and just blazingly fast. All the while the townsfolk & their dogs are dodging around us.

All the commotion wasn’t good. When I hit a flat spot I decided to wait up for Todd. After a few minutes, I figured he had a flat or something. Then a few riders came down and told me he had crashed. I made my way back up the hill to find him sitting on the fence, with just about every kid in town checking him out. He was in some good pain, had gone down at around 50-60kph on the cobbles, when a dog cut between us. Luckily his pack took the brunt of the blow and the rest was mostly just some deepish cuts, road rash and some muscle bruising. Silly roadies, at least being a roadie Todd was used to crashing at speed. After resting for a bit, we decided to coast the final few kilometers to the next checkpoint and have him taken back to the hotel so the doc could check his wounds and get him cleaned up. After triple checking he was ok and once we got to the checkpoint, we decided that I would go on solo.

Riding solo in an unknown country, and being pretty much at the rear of the field and not seeing anyone for a while was kind of scary and fun at the same time. After I left Todd, I had a hell of a road descent before I dived into the Jungle. I was speeding past the cars at 80-100kph and having all kinds of fun! Once I hit the jungle it was all downhill, fast and flowy farm roads. Just crusing on the bike.

Then came the cobbles, and the cobbles, and the cobbles and the friggin cobbles. 20 straight kilometers of descending cobbles at high speeds. I had to stop and make some fork adjustments cause my hands were going numb even with the fork taking off the edge. It was fun, but quite hairy in the corners as the rocks had a slight slickness to them. I knew if I went down, there was no one to pick me back up.

We descended down and down through the Macadamia Nut fields

The cobbles continued and continued, and finally ceased. From there it was some crazy fast and fun singletrack. It flowed so very nicely, only thing was it was sooo insanely humid and hot. I felt like my face was going to melt right off. Then I realized I’d not seen any tire tracks or arrows in a few kilometers. I got spooked quick. The realization that I was all alone, lost and in a jungle caused a panic. I mean I’m in a friggin jungle, I could get eaten by a goddam jaguar or something. I decided to turn around and make my way back to where I could find the last arrow. I seemingly wasn’t the only one who missed an arrow as my solo trek soon turned into a gang of 9 riders looking for the course. I had gone quite a way (about 4-5k) and managed to pick up a few stragglers. Luckily was able to get myself back on course and get moving forward.

As I got moving forward, I came to the 2nd suspension bridge of the day. Holy crap, this thing was all rickety, off kilter, about 200 meters long and about 50 meters in the air. It took me a good damn bit of time to cross the thing.

You can see here, I had to actually stop and move my bike to the other side of me. The bridge was swaying hard and really was leaning off to one side and I had to switch sides to feel comfortable. Once I was off the bridge, and now out of water it was one hell of a hike-a-bike out. I had no idea how far I had left go as I lost my computer. If felt like I was going to melt. I contemplated just sitting down and letting that jaguar eat me. Then I heard a few voices, and a few locals were on the climb observing us racers coming over the bridge and they had clean water!! Hallelujah!! I downed about 5 of those little sealed baggies of water (I’ve never seen water come in baggies). Got complety rejuvenated and was super pumped to find out that at the top of the climb, I had a few k of mostly road riding to get to the finish.

I railed it hard to the finish and was super pumped to get there! It had been a long 3 days and know it was to come to a close!! Todd was there waiting, he had been cleaned up and bandaged and managed to limp over and give me a hi-five for finishing. The race, the hotels, the course, the people, the food, the staff, everything about this race was 5 star across the board. I highly recommend it to anyone. Next year I’ll be on my honeymoon as this race kicks off, so until 2012 there’s an open spot, but I hope
to be back in the future!