Race Report: The Wedding

29 04 2011
The Course:
Westminster Abbey is an imposing place at the best of times. It’s like a London concentrate. You walk in and you immediately feel insignificant. The feeling of history that just hangs in the air is almost oppressive. It’s the perfect place for a solomn, yet celebratory day. And the course is in great condition. Everything is polished and the added shrubbery transform one of the world’s great landmarks, witness to coronations, weddings, funerals, and is the resting place for some of the western world’s most revered figures, into a festive, yet somehow sinister, Eden. I felt tense watching. Had I been there, I would have cried at the sight of it. This will be a tough one to crack.
The Field:
Everyone brought their “A” game. Nothing was left to chance. Ties were perfectly knotted, vests in subtle festive hues of purple, light blue. For once, everyone’s collar fit. The women’s field was ready for the catfight, with each hat more outrageous than the last. My personal fave was the woman seated a few rows behind Her Majesty with a giant beige bow, standing one foot straight up, pinned to her forehead. Sir Elton John should have combed his hair. The GC favorites were perfectly turned out. Prince William looked perfectly natural in his RAF dress uniform, like he wears it out to the pub on Saturdays. Though he lacked the impressive medal collection of his grandfather, he will no doubt add to his palmares as the years pass. The pre-race favorite, the one with all the pressure, delivered in spades. Bearing weeks of speculation and expectation on her slender, lace-covered shoulders, Kate was stunning. The dress wrapped her killer bod in all the right ways, and Her Majesty was right to loan Kate her vintage Cartier tiara - the only thing sparkling brighter were the eyes underneath. I can honestly say, if for only today, the new Dutchess of Cambridge is the Hottest Woman on Earth. She has this sewn up.

Check out this lead-out train!

How it played out:

The first three quarters of the event seemed almost neutral, with a few exploratory attempts by the choir boys and various bishops. Things really got rolling when the vows fired up though, with the only hicup coming when Prince William had a smidge of trouble getting the ring on. It’s not that Kate has fat fingers. It’s that the ring fits perfectly. These are, after all, pros. Things got mysterious for a while, when William, Kate, the Prince of Wales and Camilla, and Mr and Mrs Middleton disappeared behind the altar for what seemed an eternity. Would this break stick? Was this the winning move. Slowly but surely, the Middletons and the Windsors came back to the field leaving only the new royal couple off the front with some loyal domestiques, Harry and Pippa. When they came back into sight on the final lap, it was clear everyone else was fighting for table scraps. Pausing briefly for a formal bow to Her Majesty, Prince William owned the final 200 meters. He even had time to pick up his uniform hat from a fellow officer waiting at the finish line. This was no easy ride for the couple to be sure. They took their victory lap in a horse drawn carriage, so great was the effort.
We won’t see a spectacle like this for some years, I’m afraid. I’m glad I watched and I do wish the victors well.




AJ shows winning form in dress whites!

16 04 2011

RCR just can’t stop winning!  AJ gives us the race report:

Last Sunday saw temps around 80 degrees down here in St. Louis, and despite riding myself into oblivion the day before on a road course hammered by wind and with a 1k stretch of brick preceded by a short steep climb and speedy downhill, I had to race the Tilles Park Crit. IT WAS IN THE 80S! AND I COULD RIDE TO THE COURSE!

Turned out to be a good choice, as the race was super safe and on a great course. It was basically a big circle with no tight turns or even tight corners (ahem, as circles don’t usually have corners.) Think Seward without that turn at the top. It also gave me an opportunity to check my latest hypothesis: Wearing white makes you fast.

The racing was very tactical. The wind provided the stiffest challenge on the course, and through the first half of the race small groups took their chances, looking for that spot that would maximize the tail wind slingshot. I resolved to let others do almost all the work since I was on my own, and quickly found my spot in the group: right next to or behind pro cyclocrosser Carrie Cash. Pros are hella smooth (I doubt her cadence ever dropped below 100,) and somehow she managed to sit right in the middle of the group, never hit the wind, and still have about two feet of extra space in all directions. She was always in that perfect little pocket  that everyone else is looking for.

I let the toolbox and golf pass primes go by and waited for the 6-to-go lap countdown to start. There was a break of four about 20 seconds up the road at that point, so I was thinking about the counter attack. The break had representation from four different teams, all with guys back in the pack, so I knew there was a chance I wouldn’t get chased if I went after them. So I did.

It took me three laps, and I dragged another rider across with me, but I made contact with three to go. At the crit two weeks prior, I’d tried the same move, but failed to get across and I was super motivated no to let that happen again. As luck had it, the group hadn’t responded at all, and the original four up front were still committed and working hard. I felt bad (well, only a little) for sitting on at that point, but I had to look out for old Number One.

I sized up the competition: By the end the original four would finish with probably 20 minutes off the front. They were pulling at a good speed, but I thought they’d have less acceleration in a sprint. The rider I pulled across worried me. A big Nettles-looking dude, calves like WHOA, definitely a sprinter. And he’d only taken one short pull during the bridging. Time to look for the long sprint.

One of the original four took of right as we caught the tailwind, about halfway around. That’s too far, I thought, but don’t let him get too far ahead. I waited a few seconds for the leader to come back into the headwind and then made a break for it from third wheel. At that point, I almost ate it. Sprinting through a turn out of the saddle is dicey. I ran over some pine cone/dirt/tree debris and my rear wheel skipped and bounced about four times, but I kept on it. As I caught the leader I looked between my legs and saw someone else, but decided just to take the shortest line from there, forcing any followers to pass me into the wind, and go as hard as I could.

I put my head down, dropped the gears and focused on spinning my legs faster and faster. I don’t think I took a breath for the last 10 seconds, but… JACKPOT! I made it across first, with Nettles-leg about a bike length back.

Looking back, I managed to keep my aggression in check and ride a really smart race (for once,) find a super-safe wheel and expend almost no energy until I wanted to. But since this was my first time ever racing in a white jersey, and I won, I can only conclude that it was the color of my shirt that brought it all together.

Thanks to AJ for a great report.  Don’t forget to visit our sponsors: RECYCLED CYCLES, RALEIGH BICYCLES, BELL BLACKBURN, FULL SPEED AHEAD, RING DEMON, POWERBARwe love you guys!





Independence Valley… RCR for the WIN

14 04 2011

Ian Schmidt tells it as it went down:

Independence Valley: The 4s showed up ready to make the field hurt and it showed, At the startline, it was Patrick, Todd, Steven, Bryan R, Ian, & Paul.

Ian, Paul, & Steven were active at the front all race. Each of them were in breaks, and pivotal in chasing down dangerous moves.  Paul, Todd, Steven, & Ian made the final selection over the last climb and were instrumental in pulling out a big gap from the rest of the field.

Todd shocked the big guys by attacking on the descent, props for carrying an aggressive attitude into the last miles!

On the final run-in, Paul & Ian covered moves, and saved up their energy. Ian was feeling like he was pedalling through mud, so he moved up and strung the pack out till he blew up at 1k to go.

Paul & Steven played it smart and stayed sheltered until the last few meters, avoiding the predictable crash at 450m.

They lit up the sprint, and at the line it was Blue and Gold showing the greatly diminished pack how to do it.

Stephen Kusy takes home the cash&prizes, RCR’s first win of the year in the 4s!

Oh the galmour!

Mike Brown gives his two cents:

Nice win fellas. A great result on a tough course, and yes JC was drillin it at the top of the first climb with the bunch strung out behind single file. The pain in those chumps faces was awesome. MB

Mike Brown is no stranger to winning: Mr Brown just took home 1st place at the Seward Park Crit 4/7/2011.  Mike, send me a photo so I can put it online!








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