Rocktoberfesting

This morning's ride on the lakefront was pretty nice.

Rocktoberfest is a late-season local criterium that's been held off-and-on since 1999. It had been started by the Lakeshore Cycling Club, and later adopted by the NOBC after that club dissolved. Until this year, the last time it was held was 2009. So how is it that it happened in 2015?  Well, it all started with a call from Eric at Eastbank Cyclery. For a couple of years we'd been kicking around the idea of holding a criterium at The Esplanade, a shopping mall out on the western edge of the metro area, in the city of Kenner. This particular mall has a "ring road" around the parking lot, and has always looked like it would be a good place for a race. The mall itself had been struggling for at least a decade, and recently the city of Kenner, and the parish economic development group had kind of taken it on as a project. Eric knew some folks on the city council and gave me a call way back around March or April and I told him we could probably resurrect Rocktoberfest.

We had funny Octoberfest hats that wouldn't
stay on in the wind.

So next thing I know we're meeting with the mall and council member and JEDCO folks and as far as they're concerned it's a "go."  Of course, nobody is offering to put up any actual money, and although I'm not saying it out loud, I know from experience that an October race is unlikely to garner huge participation. I suggested a few things to make it more attractive to the local community, like having beer, music, perhaps a swap meet, etc., but also made it clear that I was not a festival promoter and could really handle only the bike race part. So months later I line up the USAC event permit, and then find out that we also need to get a permit from the city, and another from the mall, and special language for the insurance certificate, and two police officers, etc. We've also included a pretty big prizelist in hopes of drawing in some riders. The bottom line is that we need about $2,000 cash just to have any chance of breaking even. One of the club members somehow found us the sponsorship, and in fact put up half of it himself.  Meanwhile, as the event date is approaching I'm detecting some actual interest locally, so as long as the weather isn't miserable, I'm feeling OK about participation.

We ended up with around 70 entries, which was around what I'd expected. Really, though, there should have been more like 125 just from the local people.  Here we are putting on a safe criterium right in town with a low entry fee and large prizelist and I could probably name 25 people who "train" every day but didn't come out to race. I don't really get it. How many Giro Rides can you do?

Anyway, since we had Ricky and Mark officiating in addition to myself, I went ahead and rode the Masters race. Since I cut the toe pad or whatever that thing was that Bont had glued to the front of my shoes off, I clipped in without incident for a change. Despite the small field, the race was fairly fast.  Rob was launching attacks and then for some reason getting pulled back. Meanwhile, I was really liking the course.  It was an L-shaped course with a long sweeping stretch into the start/finish, marred only by a brisk north wind. Starting the last lap I was in a pretty good position but spent a little time in the wind before the last turn and when I hit the headwind I pretty much just sat up rather than start the 500-meter drag race to the line. Still had a lot of fun, though. There are some photos here.

The event went off smoothly, so other than the kind of low turnout, it was quite successful.  If we can find someone who can put on a little festival inside the course next year we could really have something. Especially if there's beer.

Back at home I'd been suffering for months with increasingly flaky internet service, and the week before the race it had gotten completely out of hand. Over the course of the past two months I think I'd had six service calls.  AT&T was very responsive every time, but the technicians were having a hard time wrapping their collective heads around what I kept telling them, which was that there was a problem somewhere outside with the line. Before the last service visit on Tuesday they had replaced the modem three times, replaced the wire from the modem to the wall jack, replaced the wall jack, replaced the wire from the wall jack to the NID (in our case, conveniently located in the basement), replaced the wire from the NID to the pole outside the house, and replaced the connection box on the wire next to the pole. Every time, they would take a shot at replacing something else, then plug into the NID and announce "it's not the modem, it's a line problem."  Anyway, on Tuesday the same guy showed up who had spent a few hours with us on earlier visits.  First, he replaced the modem again (we now have the top of the line modem, BTW) then sat there running diagnostics and shaking his  head. Finally he said that he was going to get them to switch us over to an entirely different wire pair because the one we were on must be defective.  No kidding??  A couple of hours later I got a call saying they had made the switch and the modem looked like it was working fine.  I went home that evening cautiously optimistic. Indeed, the internet connection has been solid as a rock for the past two days, so I am starting to feel a lot better about the whole thing.  I really didn't want to have to switch everything over to Cox but I was about at the end of my rope.  The entire experience had started to feel more like a science experiment, however, and I just couldn't let it drop without finding out the answers.