UTCX #5 - Halloween Cross

The Wheeler Farm Halloween weekend race seems to be a favorite around here. The combination of a great course and people racing in crazy costumes makes for a really fun time. The Wheeler Farm course is always fun because it combines a good amount of everything. Lots of wide, paved and dirt sections for passing and getting some speed, off camber sections, steep hills, and even a little single-track thrown in. I was riding around doing my warm up, mostly easy pedaling, but with a few hard sprints thrown in to wake up the legs, when I took a corner going pretty fast and felt my rear wheel break loose and get kind of wonky. I looked down at my wheel wondering if I'd broken a spoke or something when I noticed that part of my tire was now off the rim. My first rolled tubular. Luckily this happened during warm-up and not during the race. I had anticipated needing a different tire tread for this race anyway; we'd had some rain the day before. I went to the car and grabbed my other wheel and was in business.

I noticed a little too late that everyone had already started lining up at the start so I got a bad start position with about 40 people ahead of me. I made up a few places on the road, but as soon as we hit the single-track everything backed up pretty bad. A few people hopped off their bikes to run alongside the rest of us, but it was futile, any places they made up were lost when they tried to remount in traffic and got passed again. We hit a couple more traffic jams before the group was sufficiently strung out. I noticed a few of the roadies off the side of the trail in the trees, I assume they went off trail through some of the fast corners.

Over the summer some work had been done on the property. This added a few changes into the mix. The normal paved road that winds through the property is now a hard-packed dirt surface (I'd love to see it when it gets muddy). The major change is a large quantity of sand has been dumped along the river bed in what used to be my favorite "pick up some speed as you fly though the trees" section. Now, it's a "100 feet of deep sand to suck up any energy you have at that moment" section. During my pre-ride I wasn't able to ride through the sand and expected to have to run that section each lap. Luckily during the race I managed to go though without anyone getting in my way and could ride the whole thing. Immediately after the sand was a steep climb out of the river bottom and up to a bridge, then right back town to some a twisty section through the trees and more sand before a double barrier section. Amazingly, this 300 feet of the course was even more exhausting than it sounds. Right after the last barrier it was a 180 turn onto the dirt road. I was always expecting to be able to pick up some speed and ride fast now that I had a decent surface on which to ride; I was wrong. My heart rate and legs were

always so ripped after riding the sand and steep hill that I just didn't have anything left once I got to the road. After talking with some friends it seems I wasn't the only one with that problem.

The rest of the course was relatively easy. Lots of wide fast sections, easy single-track and some sidewalks. There was one really tight corner on the side of hill that we usually ride up; I found out riding down and taking the turn is a little trickier. I always managed to stay upright, but had to watch the speed pretty well to make sure I didn't crash or head way off course.

Some days when you head out on your bike your legs feel great, lots of power and speed, and you feel like you can ride forever. Other days, it's the opposite. Legs are sluggish, your lungs burn and either you can't get your heart rate up or it pops too high too fast and you're left wheezing and slow. I knew as soon as the race started that this wasn't going to be a good day. My legs never felt great and I just didn't have that drive to chase down anyone that passed me. The high point of the race was snagging a $20 in the cash zone, just about paying for my race fee for the day. My Clammy Chamois teammate Josh McCarrel seemed to be doing about as well as I was. I caught up with him with a half lap to go. I was pooped so I just rode on his wheel to the finish, pondering briefly about sprinting past him for 28th place, but quickly changed my mind.

After some time to digest this race, even though the course got a lot harder, I actually like it that much more. It was very fun and very challenging and that's what keeps me interested in racing 'cross.

End Season Race - Snow 'Cross

I half-heartedly registered for the end of season, counts for nothing, cyclocross race. When Friday, the day before the race rolled around I figured I ought to make sure my bike was still functioning; I hadn't touched it or any other bike in about a month. I found the rear tire completely flat. I pumped it up only to see it immediatly go flat. I didn't want to fix it so I pumped it up again and spun the wheel a bit hoping the sealant in the tube would do the job. I lucked out, the tire stopped going flat, and I just topped it off with a little more air.

This year, just as last year, the race was held at Wheeler Farm. Last year the race course was covered in 6 inches of new slushy snow. It was REALLY hard and I hoped this year, though we had 4 inches of snow, the going would be easier since the temps had stayed below freezing. Wrong! The first part of the course was pretty demoralizing. It should have been the easiest as it was snow on top of a paved road, but the it was impossible to ride in a strait line. You couldn't really pick a line and stick with it because the snow and grooves in the snow would just send you back and forth all over the trail. Every person I passed apologized for not going strait and getting in my way. I just let them know that no one could go strait and we were all fighting the same battle. I managed a pretty good time for the first lap. Though there was a lot of passing then getting stuck and getting passed and back again, still I managed to stay ahead of most people.

I must have been pushing it harder than I thought because toward the end of the first lap I just ran out of gas. I got stuck in some deep snow and just didn't have the energy to even get back on my bike. I stepped to the side and took a breather. Once I got back on my bike I slowed down the pace a bit and managed to make up a few places. I didn't even have the energy to check my watch to see how long we'd been racing, it could have been hours. I had no idea

how many laps we'd be doing and I was afraid we'd have to do 3 like last year. To my relief I saw one lap to go when I came through the start line. I managed to keep a decent pace and ended up 12th out of 18.