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.

Once Again to Dahlonega

Last weekend was our annual road trip up to Dahlonega for the Six Gap Century.  This year I went up with four of the Tulane riders, and with two minivans everyone had lots of space for a change. After meeting up at 6:30 am at the Tulane Cycling Center, we hit the road a bit after 7 am.

I was driving up with Charlotte.  Ben S., Andrew and Quentin were in the other van.  Almost immediately I lost track of the other van, only to find out later that they had decided to stop and get coffee and gas without telling us. We thought we'd stop for lunch at Firehouse Subs around Auburn, and although we did, we got stuck in football game traffic so we told the other van, which was a good fifteen minutes behind us, not to try. Anyway, we finally regrouped up in Dahlonega where we registered and watched the last half of the Cat. 1/2 Women's race. There was a 3-person break until one of them crashed right next to us coming out of the circle, leaving a 2-up sprint between Debbie Milne, who is 46 this year, and Megan Heath, who is a 16 year old rider with Frazier. This time age and treachery failed to win out over youth and skill, but it was close! So after watching the first part of the Pro/1/2 race (Michael Mcbrien of Team LaS'port took 2nd) we filled up on Mexican food at Pueblos and headed back south to our hotel about half an hour away.

After a particularly bad night's sleep we were up pretty early with the goal of getting to the parking lot an hour ahead of time. Unfortunately we ended up leaving a little late and by the time we got there the main lot was full, but we found a nice spot along the little road leading to the football stadium (for future reference, there's a bathroom there!). Preparations were a bit rushed, and as I discovered about an hour later I failed to put the bottle of HammerGel I'd prepared into my pocket.  Luckily I had already put two gel packs in there as backup, so at least I had something.

We rolled down close to the front of the rapidly growing crowd where we found Steve and Pat, and waited for the start.  There had been a light mist falling all night and the roads were all fairly wet and the sky cloudy, but at least it wasn't actually raining. I had my arm-warmers on to take the chill off of the first hour or so.  The start this year was pretty conservative all the way to the first Gap, which isn't actually one of the "Six." As usual, that one was fairly steady and I was pleased to find that all seven of us were still basically together. Andrew rolled off the front on the first of the main climbs (I think), and Pat rolled off the back, but the rest of us stayed more or less together all the way to the top of Hogpen.

This was the first time I've ridden this with a heart rate monitor, and I actually found it to be helpful.  Go figure. On the first long climb I found that my comfort zone was right around 88% of max. I was OK up to about 91% for short periods, but 88%, which is around 165 bpm, felt very sustainable, so I decided to make that my limit. This proved to be effective at keeping me out of the red, and as a result there were only a couple of times when my speed dropped down close to Garmin auto-pause territory. Granted, the arbitrary limit probably cost me a few minutes, but in general I felt considerably more comfortable and controlled on the climbs than usual. I ended up with an average heart rate for the whole ride of 150 and a max of 174, so kept it under control and really never pushed it to the limit.

So I had been considering stopping at one of the rest stops to re-stock on calories, but as I came over the top of Unicoi or Hogpen there was someone holding out half of a banana, so I grabbed it and stuck it into my pocket before the road plunged downward.  The downhills were mostly wet this year, and between that, a couple of slower riders ahead of me, and a car on the Wolfpen descent, my downhill speeds were definitely slower than usual, maxing out at only 48 mph.

Climbing - slid all the way back on the saddle

The Hogpen climb was notable especially for the fact that we rode up into the mountain mist (aka clouds) about halfway up, which was pretty cool.  Amazingly, everyone was pretty much still together at Hogpen, where Ben and Quentin stopped for refreshments, but I kept on going. I think Steve was already a minute or two ahead of me by then. He always does those long climbs a couple of minutes faster than I. Ben broke a spoke near the top of Wolfpen Gap and ended up having to get a ride in the sag wagon from there. After Wolfpen I was pretty much on my own and definitely feeling the miles and climbing. I stopped briefly at one of the rest stops where I filled a bottle with Coke (it was delicious) and picked up a little Payday bar in case I bonked. My quads were tired, but most of all, though, my neck was killing me from the downhills. My back was relatively good despite all of the seated climbing I was doing, and I have to credit my Bont shoes for keeping my right foot more comfortable than it's ever been on this ride.

Post-ride pasta and salad at the school cafeteria

As usual, I latched onto a couple of guys who came past me on the last ten mile stretch.  We traded pulls for a few miles, and then with maybe four miles to go a larger group came by, so we stayed with them to the finish. I ended up with an official time of 6:11:39, which was significantly slower than usual (ride time was about 6:10), which was 79th overall and 11th in the 55+ age group. Andrew ended up finishing at 5:56:01, placing him 53rd overall and 9th in his age group. Quentin came in at 6:28:47, at 106th place.  Steve's time is still missing from the results, but he should have been a few minutes ahead of me. Charlotte rode the shorter 5-Gap ride, finishing in 4:51:45, which was 23rd overall, 7th in her age group.

The ride back was the usual drag, with light rain all the way from Montgomery home. The drive was helped by caffeine and the fact that the rental van had satellite radio, but hindered by a drawn-out search in Mobile for a gas station that would take the university's fleet gas card, and then by some significant rain all along I-10 from Mobile. It was a pretty good trip, however, and by Tuesday most of the soreness had worn off and I was back to the regular training routine.

September Already

September always seems complicated. After getting through our Age-graded road races I looked at my calendar and wondered how it is that everything seems to crash together around the end of September and beginning of October. Right now I've got Rocktoberfest weighing  heavily on my mind. We haven't done a road race in October in a while, and I am hoping there are enough riders out there to make it a decent race. In years past, I wouldn't be worried, but nowadays we have track races coming up, the Six Gap Century, promotions already beginning for the cyclocross season, the MS Tour, and a few other charity rides, plus the usual Fall season festivals to further complicate the landscape. As always this time of year, cash is short as well. At work, I'm expecting it to get really busy for me starting tomorrow as a couple of projects that have been stalled are now finally moving again.

All that were left from the big Saturday group. Spend a lot of time chasing TT bikes.

So last weekend the weather was unusually good.  A cool front finally made it through and after a cloudy Saturday morning we had a spectacular low-humidity weekend with temperatures largely in the 70s. On Saturday I decided to make the trip across the lake for one of the northshore rides, and was quite surprised to find maybe forty people there. Starting at Abita Springs we headed north toward Enon, taking Old Military Road up to Highway 40.  I don't think I'd ridden Old Military since it was repaved last year and riding it was really a trip down memory lane. Back in the 70s and 80s we had tons of road races that started and finished on Old Military at Pat O'Brien Road, including the Tour de Louisiane. In fact, the very first time I was thrust into the race organizer/official/promoter role for the Tour the road races started there. About mid-way through the road races a big thunderstorm moved in, bringing with it lots of horizontal rain and lightning. Officiating back then was basically me, a clipboard, and a mechanical stopwatch. Well, with a couple of laps still to go, this thunderstorm hits and soaks everything. We had no pop-up shelters, rain gear, cameras, computers, or even plastic bags. Then, with the pack just a few miles down the road we find out that one of the corners is totally flooded. I made a quick decision to finish the race and sent people running up the course to try and communicate that to the packs so they would hopefully sprint for an early finish and not drown at the next intersection.  Well, they all finished, but we couldn't write down times or race numbers because all the paper was soaked.  I scratched some of it into the wet paper anyway. The next morning we had a riders meeting and worked out the road race results by consensus. Such was road racing in the old days.

Tour de La Women, Pat O'brien Rd, at Old Military
with me in the background, around 1980 or so.

Anyway, I was surprised to find that, riding down that road, I remembered every little hill and every little curve and found myself looking for the old oak tree that I always used as a landmark about a mile before the finish. The weather got better and better, and the group smaller and smaller as we rode last Saturday. There were a few triathlon bikes in the mix and they and a couple others were keeping the pace brisk enough that I guess riders were starting to come off the back by the time we were on Fairhaven Road. Of the forty or so that started with us, I think we had about eight by the time we got to the turnaround on Lee Road.  We never saw any of the others again, so perhaps they did a different loop or turned back so early that they were gone by the time we got back. Anyway, it was a nice ride and I was glad I'd made the drive. I was feeling the need for a little terrain and scenery, and doing two back-to-back Giro Rides again didn't seem like much fun. Besides, with Candy in Baton Rouge for the weekend and Danielle at a wedding in Idaho, it didn't matter one bit when I left home or when I got back.

Sunday's weather was really, really nice, except for the wind which was significant.  There were a few other things going on that morning - the Pensacola stage race, an MS Tour training ride, etc., and I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised to find a particularly small group rolling out from Starbucks for the Sunday Giro. As it turned out, the ride was pretty fast despite the skeleton crew, and with the prior day's ride in the rolling  hills still in my legs, by the time I got back home I was already planning an easy recovery ride for today.

Masters and Young Grasshoppers and the Internet

Last Sunday was the LAMBRA Age-Graded Championship road race, just a couple of hours away near St. Francisville. This is on a popular course that we've been racing on for at least three decades, and although it is not what you'd call an "easy" 22-mile loop, it strikes a nice balance between dead-flat and intimidating. The NOBC had a decent enough turnout, particularly for the women. I would be riding a 44 mile race with the combined 55+/60+ group. There was a time not too long ago when I would have felt that 44 miles didn't even constitute a legitimate road race distance. Those times, however, are gone. In fact, given my recent racing history I was rather concerned about getting dropped right out of the pack if things got out of hand.

Jen and Ed and parents, mentoring

With a field of only ten, and two groups not necessarily all racing against each other, things can get out of hand pretty quickly, so from the start I was trying to stay up front. The big attack I was expecting on the hill a few miles after the start didn't materialize, and then VJ stationed himself on the front and just towed everybody for at least five miles at a steady 24-25 mph pace. I'd bet he spent at least half of the entire race on the front. The last four or five miles of this loop feature a bunch of short little hills and lots of curves that make for good attacking conditions. I found myself maybe third wheel, over on the right, when Mike Lew launched an attack up the left side, pulling a few riders behind him. The problem was that those riders kind of eased up when they got even with the front of the pack, so this big gap opened up suddenly and had no place to go. I saw Butch just ahead and to the left hesitate for a moment and then jump to close the gap as the rest of the riders pretty much just sat there, trapping me. By the time I realized the extent of the danger and was finally able to jump myself, the gap was ten to fifteen seconds, I guess. I made a big effort at 28-32 mph trying to make the bridge up to them, and got about three-quarters of the way before I blew up and had to wait to be reabsorbed by the remnant of the group. A couple of miles later Mark McMurry started launching little attacks that I was covering reasonably, but not easily. A few miles after the start of the second lap, where the longer hills are, he attacked again and we separated from the pack. It was immediately clear that Mark was way stronger than I, but I was trying to take short pulls whenever I could to at least justify my presence.

The rest of the lap was basically a 2-man team time trial, except that Mark was doing about 75% of the work at the front while I was sometimes struggling to stay on his wheel. We had long ago lost sight of the 2-man break up the road, and glancing back around ten miles from the finish I couldn't see the rest of the field either. Mark was in the 55+ race while I was in the 60+ race, and likewise the lead break had one rider each, so I don't think either break actually sprinted for the finish. In fact, a mile or so from the finish we decided to see how close we could make the finish so they'd have to use the camera and rolled across the line at about fifteen miles per hour!

Anyway, it is always a fun event and I was pleased to have survived another one. A little while after we finished, the NOBC-packed 40+ women's field came through with Mignon taking the bunch sprint (her first ever). So I ended up 2nd in the 60+, followed by new teammate Will Backstrom, while Rick Selby took 3rd in the 55+ race. There was a little bunch of 10-14 year old Juniors this year, which was a nice development thanks to Jen and Ed Novak's tri/road team. Ed, by the way, finished 12th in the TT at Masters Nationals in Utah about an hour ago.

In the 40+ race Kenny Bellau was in a long break that started with three and finished with just himself and Todd Hickman.  Todd had been apparently pulling like a locomotive for much of the 60 miles they'd been away, and Kenny was confident that he'd be too wasted to mount much of a sprint, so he confidently took the lead over the last kilometer. He was, however, sadly mistaken. Todd launched early and blew past him 100 meters before the line like he was standing still. Todd lives way up in northern Mississippi, practically in a suburb of Memphis, so he does most of his racing up in Tennessee and was apparently a little bit of a mystery to some of the local guys. In fact, Kenny thought he lived in Tennessee and therefore that he would be skipped over for the LAMBRA gold medal, but when I checked I realized that he actually did live in Mississippi.

The Tulane riders are all back in town and riding the local group rides lately, so it's been nice to have a few more young grasshoppers to liven things up. Riding back from the Giro last Saturday we had quite a few with us for the ride home. Speaking of the Tulane team, Tulane's club sports folks have apparently decided that they should be made to suffer like all the other club sports despite the fact that they have a willing and able advisor (me) with a corporate travel card. They don't want to allow me to use my travel card, and instead want they to have to use their personal credit cards for car/van rental, fill out travel expense reports ON PAPER, submit them through Club Sports, wait for Club Sports to send them to Student Activities, who then requests reimbursement via CHECKS that I guess go out in the MAIL.  Brilliant. Instead of a single online expense report done by a single person, we'll process three separate expense reports, tie up student credit for two or three weeks, and do things the way we did in the 80s.

The great western wall

Since we were off for Labor Day, an email went out about a "holiday" Giro Ride. Danielle and I rode out to Starbucks where we eventually found just a few more riders. We ended up doing a lap of Lakeshore Drive, where we picked up a few others, and then went all the way out to the Great Western Wall of Kenner, which we followed past the end of the airport runway, partially on gravel roads, to the levee, which was closed off for the next phase of construction. We rode Jefferson Highway in to River Ridge where we finally could get back onto the bike path. It was a very nice Labor Day ride, actually.

Yesterday I made my way downtown via both car and bike to a short film segment for a new TV show called Lost and Found where they surprise people who have lost things by finding or replacing what they lost. In this case, it was our own Kenny Bellau, who was completely surprised as far as I could tell, and they presented him with a replacement for his mom's old Okeefe & Merrit stove that had been lost in Hurricane Katrina. It should air some time in November, we're told.

That same morning I'd been stuck at home with AT&T trying to get my flaky internet connection problem fixed.  Over the weekend it had gone from bad, where it had been for almost a year, to useless, cutting in and out every few minutes. It was impossible to get anything done, so I finally broke down and resolved myself to another visit by the service folks. Having learned from prior experience, I went first to the online technical service chat, quickly typing in my problem along with my cellphone number and name. As I expected, the connection soon went down and they called me up on my phone, which was exactly what I'd wanted. Anyway they scheduled someone to come the next morning at 8:30 and indeed that's when the guy showed up. I immediately explained to him that on a prior service visit they had replaced the house wiring with nice new twisted pair and tested everything inside and that I therefore expected the problem to lie somewhere out there amongst the 60 year old telephone wires threaded through the oak trees. After testing the connection box down in the basement he apparently agreed and unlike previous service people got the ladder out and climbed  up to test the connection at the drop. He then drove off to test another connection farther up the line, only to return and tell me that there was definitely a line problem (it was cutting in and out for him too) but that it was in a box that he didn't have access to and he'd have to put in a service ticket. Although my hopes weren't very high, when I got home that evening and checked the log I found that it hadn't gone down since 2 pm. A while later I go a text that the problem had been resolved. Amazingly, everything had been rock-stable since then, which is a huge, huge improvement. Let's hope it stays that way this time!

Summer Heat, Katrina Week

Lost horizon on the lakefront.

Late August is always tough around here. It goes without saying that it's hot and humid most of the time, and there always seem to be a bunch of big expenses to drain what little funds are in the bank account. Just to add to the annual convergence of problems, there is always, always, a problem with the bike. You see, by this time of the year I've dripped literally gallons of salty, nasty sweat from stem to seatpost and inorganic chemistry being what it is, things just stop working right.

One of the WPA-constructed bridges in City Park

At the moment, the only thing working well on the Bianchi is the front brake.  Both shifters and/or their cables are now sufficiently gunked up, corroded, or generally worn out that downshifts happen only reluctantly. I've sprayed lubricant in there a few times with only minimal effect, and I know I need to unwrap the bars, which are probably pretty corroded underneath the tape, clean everything up, replace all of the cables, and install a new chain. That all takes time and money, though, and I'm already trying to save for a new pair of blue jeans. Just yesterday I had to put a bunch of team clothing on a credit card to beat the ordering deadline just so I won't clash with my teammates on winter training rides.

Last Sunday was the LAMBRA Time Trial Championship that, fortunately for my increasingly fragile ego, I was officiating rather than riding.  We had a great turnout of 100 riders, and although the morning heat got to a few, there were some good performances, including another women's 40 km TT record, which now stands at 58:43. The best the men could do was a 53:29, well shy of last year's record of 52:17. The rider who set that record had the misfortune of flatting this year, however. Boyd managed to hit a stray water bottle somewhere out on the course and crashed heavily. He limped back and actually finished, then got someone to take him to the ER for x-rays and a CAT scan. Fortunately, there were no broken bones or concussion. Boyd crashed dramatically back in the early 70s up in Baton Rouge, back when guys raced without helmets sometimes. That time he hit his head and had an impact seizure, but the hospital basically sent him home that afternoon. Luckily his wife or girlfriend was a nurse and they went straight to Ochsner. A couple of hours later he was having brain surgery to stop the bleeding. Anyway, things went pretty well and we had lots of volunteers on hand, so it was definitely a success. Otherwise, I've just been doing the usual training ride routine that, up until last weekend, was made even more difficult by the increase in the number of time trial bikes on hand. Glad that's over!

Erica, where ya goin'?

So there's been a deluge of media coverage lately as we approach the 10th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina on August 29, which will be Saturday. The hurricane had hit early on a Monday morning.  I'd evacuated early on that Sunday morning. The last thing I wrote on my blog before leaving was, "I think this is going to be bad."  The media coverage has brought a lot of attention to Kenny, which I guess he's OK with. The fact of the matter is that some people who were actually here, and even some who had evacuated but lost everything, don't necessarily relish dredging up all of those memories. Anyway, there was a really good report on Kenny's experiences in the Washington Post. Definitely worth seeing. Tulane has a big exhibit set up at the LBC that I haven't had a chance to see yet, and who knows what the city is planning. I'll kind of be happy when it's all over with, but I still go back to the end of August and beginning of September of 2005 on this blog to re-read my posts there. This was the last day back in '05 when my blog didn't mention the hurricane. Instead, I was writing about the morning levee ride and the reports from Kenny and the Herring team who were at the Tour of Guyana. Kenny and Realdo didn't know it yet, but they wouldn't be flying back into New Orleans the next Monday. At the moment, there's Erica churning out in the Atlantic, and the forecasters seem particularly uncertain about where it will be next week.

Drafting and Dropping

Team TT Start

The past couple of weeks have been a little more than just hot and humid. You know those morning rides where sweat is already dripping onto your top tube and into your glasses before the sun gets above the horizon? Those rides where you get home absolutely soaked in sweat and walk into the freezing cold air-conditioned house that's really only at 75F, down a quart of whatever cold liquid comes first to hand, and then you shower and the sweat washing down from your hair stings your eyes and the bottom of the tub is covered with a fine black grit that the water washed from the fronts of your legs? It's been like that. Every day.

So a couple of weekends ago we had the LAMBRA Team TT championship over around Vacherie, LA, which is on the south side of the Mississippi River, not far from New Orleans, where it runs mainly east to west. We've had the TTT there for a few years now, using a nicely paved highway for the 30 mile event. I was riding with teammates Pat, Steve and Rick this year, and Steve had brought along a Zipp 440/880 wheelset for me to use. Although I was the only one not on a TT bike, the combination of those wheels, my clip-on aero bars, and my TT helmet probably got me pretty close anyway.  There was a light to moderate wind blowing and we figured we'd have a mile or two of tailwind before the road turned and it became more of a crosswind. As it turned out, the wind wasn't nearly as much of a factor as I'd expected. We started out smoothly, determined not to overcook ourselves until everyone was settled in. Steve and I were the shortest riders, Pat the tallest. I think this comparison of Pat's heart rate data with mine kind of tells the whole story.

You can see how I would take my pulls at around 170 bpm, dropping down when I was back in the draft to around 145 in the beginning when we were taking longer pulls, or 155-160 later in the ride when we were taking shorter pulls and had more of a headwind. Pat, on the other hand, was getting barely any recovery at all with a heart rate consistently in the 175-185 range. Huge difference. I felt pretty good the whole time. Maybe, just maybe, there might be something to this whole "aero" wheel thing. Pat, on the other hand, suffered the whole time. Anyway, we posted a respectable time at an average speed of 26.2 mph, which still put us last in the 40+ category. Meanwhile out on that same hot ribbon of asphalt through the sugarcane fields, the Palmer Cycling team was head-down, drooling, killing it on the way to setting a new course record with an average speed of over 30 mph.  Our max speed had been 30.2 mph.

Thibodaux Criterium (Shannon Atkinson photo)

The next day was a criterium in Thibodaux on a very tight 8-corner course. For the second or third time this year I fumbled badly clipping my left foot in and was basically off the back by the first turn. With a number of the Palmer Cycling masters, plus the Acadiana guys, the first few laps were, unfortunately for me, very fast. I was in chase mode for most of the first lap, finally getting up to the tail end of the long strung-out group and hoping for a little chance to recover, but I was not to be so lucky. The last rider in the line was taking the corners way too slowly and opening gaps on every one. There were few opportunities for me to move up past him, and I was still so gassed from chasing that I wasn't willing to try anyway. Then he started to blow up and motioned me to come around, but of course by then there was a huge gap in front of us, so I was in full-on chase mode again for half a lap. I was completely toasted when I finally got close, and the pace still hadn't eased as I came into one of the turns a little too hot and had to tap the brakes.

Packing up (Shannon Atkinson photo)

Well, that was it.  That little gap was just more than I was willing to deal with, so I backed off and figured I'd let myself recover, get lapped, and sit on the back of the group.  That worked out fine, so at least I got my exercise even if my placing was DFL. It was pretty frustrating, actually, since I really liked the course and was feeling quite good despite the prior day's team time trial effort, but I just can't do those back-to-back maximum efforts any more without a lot of recovery time in-between.

After a fairly solid week of riding, I headed out to the Saturday Giro with Danielle who was back in town. There was a pretty big group, and omniously a number of TT bikes, but even so, I was surprised to see a small group already fifteen seconds ahead of us as we were rolling out on Lakeshore Drive. That part is usually neutral, but that day we were barly keeping up at 23 mph and ended up chasing to bring it all back together.  There was a pretty strong tailwind, so I knew things would get even faster, but once we hit Hayne Blvd. I got stuck behind someone who let a big gap open. By the time I finally went around, it was too late.  I think I hit 34 mph trying to close the gap, but it was clearly not working, so I got together with a couple of riders who had come off the front group and we took the Bullard short-cut, meeting back up with the group on Chef Highway.  The return trip had a pretty strong headwind, but the pace stayed pretty fast anyway, so by the time I got home I felt like I'd been ridden hard and put up wet.

Hazy Tuesday morning out on the lakefront bike path

Sunday's Giro was smaller but the tailwind and the TT bikes made the pace really fast on Hayne Blvd. I was sitting in what I thought was the front group and breathing hard at 31 mph when I decided I'd had enough and pulled over to drop back to the pack.  When I looked back, however, all I saw was empty road. I think some riders  had taken the Bullard short-cut, and maybe some others had turned back or were so far behind I couldn't see them, but whatever the reason I was on my own. I eventually caught up with Adrian, and then Rich caught us after having taken the short-cut, so we had a nice little paceline down Chef Highway until we turned around near the far end to merge back into the group. It was another long, hot ride. I spent a couple of hours out in the sun cutting down a little tree on the fenceline when I got home.

This week's morning rides have been fairly tame for some reason. I rode out on the river levee bike path on Monday, meeting up with Mignon for some of it, and then the Tuesday morning ride was fairly steady for a change. This morning's WeMoRi was missing a few of the usual breakaway artists, so when I met up with it everyone was still together and the pace never got all that terribly fast.

Visitor Cyclists

The Tuesday morning ride heads out on Lakeshore Drive in New Orleans

As the contact email for the NOBC and LAMBRA websites, among others, I get my share of emails and messages asking about riding in New Orleans.  Many of those come from visitors who are coming to town for conferences, holidays, or other occasions. I usually send them pretty detailed information about where to ride, when the groups rides are, and whatever other information I think they will need to survive cycling in New Orleans. If someone is asking specifically about group training rides I usually look them up on the USAC website to see if they have any race results and to see what license category they have. Recently I lent a bike to a rider from Indiana who was here to visit family. It turned out she had ridden the Little Indy 500, of Breaking Away fame, and her coach was Tom Saccone, who used to race around here. Small world. Right about the same time I was contacted by a medical student in town for a month to do a rotation in dermatology at Tulane. She's been riding my old Cervelo, broken shifters and all. Then, last week someone was trying to find a bike for a girl who was going to be in town to ride the Rapha Women's 100 ride, so she ended up with my Orbea. It's unusual for me to lend bikes to people, but that's because so few of them are short enough for a 50 cm frame.  Anyway, hopefully both bikes will find their way back to me soon.

This week has been pretty routine riding, made just a tad more difficult by the gradually increasing 5:30 am darkness and my closely linked difficulty getting out of bed in the dark. There were a few glorious weeks there when I didn't need to strap the headlight to the bike, but those days are gone now, and it'll just be getting darker and darker until the time change.

Yesterday we met up with a rider, Brian, from Dallas, who is in town for a conference.  He had contacted me earlier asking about group rides, so I sent him a bunch of information, including the Strava data for some recent rides to make sure he knew what he was getting himself into. Anyway, he turned out to be a perfectly stable and capable rider, plus the Tuesday ride wasn't particularly fast, so that worked out nicely all-around.

For some reason I was up earlier than usual this morning, so I decided to try and make it out to the lakefront in time to catch the start of the WeMoRi that leaves at 5:45. My timing worked out pretty well and I merged into the group around Canal Blvd. as it was just getting going. There was a pretty good tailwind from the west on the way out on Lakeshore Drive, but I was still surprised when I saw Woody go flying past the group just after we crossed Bayou St. John. A few riders went with him, so a little breakaway developed. I was equally surprised that the riders at the front of the group barely reacted to the rapidly growing gap. I mean, rule #1 in a tailwind is "don't let gaps open." After the Seabrook loop we turned into the headwind and another little group rode off the front as the rest of the group seemed to slow down even more. Clearly I should have made the effort to go with the second group, but I was fully expecting the other riders to pick up the pace, which didn't happpen. So anyway, the rest of the ride was nice and steady, if not particularly strenuous.

This weekend is a Team Time Trial and a Criterium down around Thibodaux. I have no idea if I'm riding the TTT since it depends on how many riders can be put together to make the necessary 4-rider teams.  Missing a time trial is really not a problem for me nowadays. Although there was a time when I could bolt on some aero bars and still be competitive, I think those days are gone. Almost everyone seems to have a dedicated TT bike while I'm still trying to figure out how I could afford a set of wheels that were built this century.

Protocol

Mid-summer mornings in New Orleans can be a lot of things, but windy is not usually one of them. For the past week or more we've been under this big high-pressure system that's made for some uncomfortably hot weather, punctuated only by a few short but dramatic thunderstorms. Riding out to meet the Giro Ride this morning I wasn't thinking about wind. Blocked by the rows of houses along Carrollton and Canal, the unusual west wind hardly even registered. Instead, I was wondering if Starbucks would be serving coffee. The city was under a "boil order" thanks to a power surge that had knocked out the pumps at the Water Board's main pumping station, lowering the pressure in the lines below the threshold at which they start to worry about contamination entering the system through all of the broken and cracked water lines under the city's streets. Fortunately, Starbucks was open for business, so all was right with the world at 6:30 am.

The group rolled out at 7 am as usual, but for some reason a few riders at the front were already pushing the pace as we headed northeast toward the lake. Turning onto Lakeshore Drive we got the full force of the west wind, and all of a sudden there was one group way off the front and gaps were opening up all over the place.  The pace crept up from the usual 18-20 mph conversational speed, and for a little while we were in all-out chase mode at 28 mph to get back up to the front group.

This was a clear violation of the Giro Ride Protocol which calls for an easy warm-up along Lakeshore Drive!

Of course, the reason for this transgression was a solid 20 mph west wind. Flying down Hayne Blvd., the group's average speed for the six-mile stretch was a bit over 30 mph. It wasn't much different along Chef Highway, either. I hit 36 mph at one point and someone told me he saw 38 for a moment. Under the circumstances, I never once considered making my way up to the front. I was pretty sure that twenty seconds on the front would have increased my chances of getting dropped significantly, anyway.  Of course, as often  happens on days like this one, the pace on the way back was easier, despite the headwind. By then, the temperature was already around 90 F and a lot of riders were starting to look a little wilted, myself included.

Rapides

At 4:15 am I headed up to Alexandria, LA for the Rapides Road Race on Saturday with fairly low expectations. Pre-registration numbers had been extremely low for this one-day, mid-July event.  The race distances were pretty low -- the Masters race, for which there were only two riders pre-registered, was only 43 miles, as was the Cat. 1/2 race for which, unsurprisingly, there were no pre-registrations at all. There was also no promise of prizes other than medals.  On the plus side, it was a nice course with a little terrain and I was feeling like I needed a little change of scenery.

So it turned out that no other masters showed up, so the two of us would be racing with the 6-rider Cat. 3/4 field. There were no Cat. 1/2 riders at all, which didn't surprise me much given the short race distance, long drive for most, expected small field size, and lack of cash prizes. 

Under the circumstances, I was fine with riding with the Cat. 3/4 race since I was already thinking of this as more of a training ride than a race. The Cat. 3/4 riders included four riders from Raising Canes Racing, one from Acadiana, and Jacob, a 15 year old rider from Lake Charles.

We started out at a moderate pace and within the first couple of miles Kevin Landry, the other masters rider, attacked.  There wasn't too much of an immediate response, other than the Canes riders confirming that it was a Masters rider and not a Cat. 3/4 rider. Even so, I think it did help keep the pace up.  After a little while we caught up to Kevin, and I was wondering if his teammate would counter-attack, but instead it settled down for a while until Kevin attacked again. Immediately, Ben told his teammates that he was a Master rider, so they didn't chase. He was slowly reeled back in, probably more because he wasn't really trying to stay away than because there was any sort of organized chase. The next time he attacked, the speed in the group didn't increase at all and after looking back a few times he eventually just rolled away down the road. Along the way we had lost at least one rider. There was a bit of a surge through the finish line at the start of the second lap but we spent quite a bit of time just riding a steady paceline on the flatter first half of the course. When we got to the hilly section, though, Jacob attacked a number of times, and by the time we were on the last lap it was down to just four in our group. I was pretty impressed with his confidence and aggressiveness and wondered why the Canes riders didn't try to counter-attack or just push the pace a bit harder.

The Cat. 3/4 podium

We were a bit more than halfway around the course on the last lap when he attacked again, and this time I was surprised when the gap wasn't closed right away. I had the impression that Ben was kind of waiting for his teammate. I was just riding wheels and taking moderate pulls, but otherwise trying not to interfere too much. I guess I was more curious about how it would play out than anything else.  I was a little surprised that the pace over the final five miles or so didn't get higher than it did. Ultimately Jacob stayed out there, finishing probably close to a minute ahead of us, and I just rolled in on Andrew's wheel.

After we finished I rolled down the road to the park shelter where everyone was parked and decided to go down to the boat launch to have a quick look at the lake. I made a bit U-turn and headed back up the hill, only to suddenly hear my front tire explode.  I hadn't even come to a stop when my rear tire did the same thing. I didn't remember rolling over anything, but somehow I had slashed both sidewalls. It was kind of weird. Anyway, by the time I got a copy of the results onto my flashdrive and we finished up the post-event report I was soaked with sweat. The car thermometer read between 99 and 101 all the way home.

Acadiana Action

Last weekend I headed over to Lafayette for the annual Vuelta d' Acadiana. This year they had dispensed with the Saturday morning time trial, and with the Masters criterium not scheduled until after 4 pm, I was spared the usual pre-dawn rush. Of course, habits are hard to break, and I was up at 5:45 am anyway, so I rode out to Starbucks to meet the 7 am Giro Ride, riding with them down the end of Lakeshore Drive before splitting off and heading back home. I left for Lafayette much earlier than necessary so that I could catch the other races that started at 2:00. There were scattered thunderstorms in the forecast, a couple of which I drove through along I-10 en route.  The women made it through their race with dark clouds moving in, and a bit later there was a half-hour delay as the sky opened up.  I sat in the car until the torrential downpour ended.  The streets were soaked, and after all that rain I knew it would be a while before they dried up.

The Masters criterium started with wet streets, pretty much on time. This is a criterium course that I like but on which I have never had very good success. I think that long fast drag from the last turn to the finish line is just not my cup of tea. We had a small field of only ten on the line, of which four were from the sponsoring Acadiana club. I had Rick from NOBC, and the rest were without teammates.  Looking at the wet streets, small field, and the one 4-man team, the handwriting was on the wall. I knew well what would happen, but had little confidence there was much I could do about it.  Sure enough, Randy from Acadiana attacked from the gun.  There was a U-turn about 150 meters past the start line, and by the time he got there he already had a big gap. Then, just to seal the deal, his teammate Kibbe threw himself to the ground at the front of the pack going around the turn. I made it past fairly cleanly as another Acadiana rider attacked but it took most of the first lap for everyone to come back together and I'm sure some of them were pretty wasted by the time they closed the gaps.

Meanwhile the gap was growing despite the high speeds as a couple of riders took the front to try and bring it back. The streets were still very wet and riders were still being tentative on the turns, so the gap was holding as we came through at the start of the second lap. A bit later Randy's teammate Kevin attacked and started to bridge without a whole lot of response from the pack, which I thought a little surprising since it was such a predictable move.  By the start of the third lap the duo was coming together. I did a little math as I contemplated the situation from the back. Ten riders total; only 8 now in the pack.  Two of those 8 were obviously not going to work and were going to block if possible, and one would probably rest up for the pack sprint, so only 6 riders who might work. Neither Rick nor I was really up to the task of helping much, so that really left only 4 - Tim Dorion, and Mark McMurry, Scott Gurganus, and Texas rider Scott Yates.

A couple of laps later it was obvious we were racing for third. There were a few half-hearted attacks, but things settled down for a while until the last few laps. With two laps to go there was a strong attack by Alex, setting things up for his teammate, and I pretty much blew up chasing it as we heard the bell. I had been in good position at that point, but of course as the final lap surge started I was completely gassed and dropped nearly to the back. Somehow I regained the draft halfway through that lap, but it was way too little too late and I finished a disappointing 8th out of 10. I felt pretty good on the turns and even in the sprint, but really didn't have the confidence to do much work on the front.

Sunday's road race was up near Arnaudville on an essentially flat course I've ridden a few times before. The Masters field was still small, but with the addition of VJ, Mike Lew, Brian Bourgeois, and a second Lake Charles rider there was a little bit more reliable horsepower in the field. Acadiana's strategy was essentially unchanged, however - keep attacking until something breaks free. From the gun Randy took off, establishing a big gap by the time we turned onto the loop for the first of three laps. I knew he wasn't intending to stay out there for fifty miles, but with such a small field he was still successful in making the other riders work. Once the chase started I was looking at 27 and 28 mph pretty consistently. It would stay that way for the rest of the lap, too.  So Randy was finally reeled back in around halfway through the lap, and then of course there was a counter-attack that put another two or three off the front. Mike made his way to the front and took some super-long pulls and about 30 minutes into the race, just after turn 4 we were about to catch the break.

Right after the turn an Acadiana rider attacks and Mark and Brian go after him.  Brian fades, Mark takes over, and they catch, but now everything is kind of chaotic with the original break getting caught and the solo Acadiana rider mixed in, and everything. Alex and Kevin attack right through the middle of the confusion, taking Lake Charles rider Michael with them. I never really saw any of this happen since riders were momentarily spread out all across the road, but then suddenly I realize there are three riders off the front and nothing is happening back in the pack.  Finally Scott comes to the front with an Acadiana rider on his wheel, and then Mike comes through and starts motoring at the front at 25-26 mph, but again it's too little too late, even with help from Rick and a couple others. By the time we started the next lap the break was down the road and the group's pace was sagging down to the low 20s.

The next lap and a half were pretty uneventful.  Finally we get past the last turn with I guess five miles to go. VJ plants himself on the front like a big diesel truck and everyone just falls in line behind him. With 2k to go he's still on the front, so I move up on the right side (there was a nice wide shoulder there) to about 4th wheel but I'm kind of trapped there with Mike and the paceline to the left. As we hit the 1k mark Randy attacks hard from the back and Brian, who was almost right next to me by then, jumps to go with him. I hesitate for a moment hoping Kibbe will go but he glances over and says, "Go for it, Randy." So I stand up and start a very long sprint, already having missed Brian's draft, but somehow make it to the line right behind him with Rick coming in next. I felt really good in the sprint, actually, but Randy had really surprised me by jumping so early. I was a little surprised that Brian didn't pass him before the line, but then I think Brian had been caught off-guard as well and never really got his draft. I don't know what happened to Mark McMurry. He and Mike Lew had been doing a ton of work the whole race. Mark sometimes has issues with cramping toward the end of hot road races, though. Lots of photos and complete video on the LAMBRA FB page.

As I Watched It - Tour de Gulfport

"What the F*@#??" I'm pretty sure I said that out loud as I glanced down to see my left foot flailing in the air, suddenly unattached to the pedal. It was the start of the Tour de Gulfport criterium. I'd gotten in a decent enough warm-up, was adequately hydrated, and was fully expecting to be in the race rather than behind the race. For reasons I cannot even begin to guess, and although I am quite sure I heard my cleat clip into the pedal, the moment I stood up to accelerate, it pulled right out. I was incredulous, and hesitated for a moment thinking, "What just happened?" Well, I got clipped back in as riders streamed past and caught up to the tail end of the Masters pack fairly quickly. The problem was that they were going pretty fast.  Quite a bit faster, in fact, than the first lap of the Cat. 1/2/3 race into which I would jump later in the day. Even so, I was now kind of stuck on the wrong end of the criterium whip, braking into turns and sprinting out of them just to stay in contact. I think I just automatically switched into survival mode at that point as the actual race played out up ahead. 

So here's how it went:

From the word GO, Alex (Acadiana) takes off at full speed, stringing out the pack while I watch my left pedal spin around in the air. Woody is right up there and this continues at full gas until Keith (Acadiana) takes over for the third lap. Meanwhile I'm hanging onto the wrong end of the paceline for dear life. An Acadiana rider attacks and gets a good gap, then Tim, Donald and Woody or Tim start drilling it. A gap opens up behind the trio of Donald, Woody (Palmer) and Randy D (Acadiana).  Mark McMurry (Midsouth) tries to bridge up to them, then Brian B. (Peake) jumps.  Now there are three off the front working together, and the pace back in the pack sags since Acadiana and Palmer won't pull. Brian is on the front and attacks to up the pace. He eases up but nobody comes though and he takes the front again. He is getting practically no help and has been on the front for at least a full lap. Finally, someone comes through and we're on lap 8, all strung out, as the pace slows again with an Acadiana rider coasting at the front.  Brian pulls through again, and then Mike Lew attacks, lifting the pack's pace significantly. We can see the 3-rider break still not too far ahead.

Mike drills it for a full lap, then Brian comes through, and the gap is suddenly down to maybe then seconds.  Kevin from Acadiana jumps as Randy D. is getting dropped from the break. He bridges up quickly with little response from the pack, so the break pulls away again.  Brian is soon on the front again, then McMurry attacks, but the pack chases and he is soon pulled back. Brian is on the front yet again, and another rider attacks the pack but is pulled back quickly.  Mike Lew counter-attacks and gets a big gap with one other rider, but that too is eventually pulled back and the pace slows as we approach the 30-minute mark of the 45-minute race. The break is well out of sight by now.  There are more attacks by Mark McMurry, but he is brought back quickly and, for the first time in the race, I find my way to the front. Brian goes to the front again as McMurry attacks, then Mike Lew takes a shot at it, is pulled back, and Brian counter-attacks.  As he is pulled back, Mark McMcurry counters and gets a gap as the 5-to-go card goes up. The break is long goine and now Mark is up the road and things are starting to come apart in the pack.  Another rider attacks and gets a gap.  I've lost track of how many are actually off the front now.

With three to go Alex Habbit attacks, taking Butch Sims (Palmer) with him as the rest of the pack hesitates. The pack starts catching lapped riders in the turns and more little gaps open up. The pack is racing for 7th place, but I am finally starting to feel like I am in the race as I put in a big effort for the long drag race to the finish line, ending up in a disappointing 8th place, which is 3rd in the 55+ age group.

It was a strange race for me. Getting stuck at the back on the first lap really took the wind out of my sails, maybe more psychologically than physically. I should have just put it behind me and made the effort to get up to the front, but instead I pretty much just hung around near the back of the pack watching the show up ahead.

By the time the Cat. 1/2/3 race started it was getting really warm. My Garmin, which had been in the sun, started out showing 104F, and had dropped down to only 100 degrees 25 minutes later when I finally threw in the towel.  I probably shouldn't have entered the 1/2/3 race, but there was a decent sized field and I figured it would be cooler than standing around in the sun.  The 1/2/3 race actually started out fairly slowly, at least for the first couple of laps. After that it got faster as the attacks started to fly. I tried to shift to a higher gear and nothing happened. I finally looked down and realized I was still in the small chainring! Obviously I had not been taking this race seriously enough.  There was another attack and when the rider ahead of me blew up and opened a gap, I just wasn't willing to dig deeply enough to close it. We were probably only seven or eight laps into the race.  I backed off and cruised around for a few laps until the pack came by again, jumped onto the back for another lap and then called it a day.

The event itself was great.  The city was fully on board, so the course was well barricaded, there was a live band, etc. I hope they hold it again next year.

"The Tour"

We wrapped up the annual Tour de Louisiane around 2 pm on Sunday. Things went pretty well in general, which is to say we didn't send anyone to the hospital and nobody was arrested. By Tuesday of last week the Tour preparations were alerady starting to eat into my time significantly, and the extra task list was made a bit more burdensome by the fact that the head cold I'd had for the prior couple of weeks had spawned a bit of a sinus infection. Without getting in the graphic details, any time I start producing non-transparent mucus in significant quantities it's a sure bet I've got a bacterial infection going on. Fortunately we had a stash of ampicillin around, so by Saturday things were starting to clear up. There is a lot of heavy lifting involved in putting on a weekend stage race, most of which revolves around herding together volunteers for follow cars, corners, set-up and tear-down, plus keeping on top of the situation with the police details at each of the three venues, not to mention securing and collecting items for the goody bags, prime prizes, etc. I try to keep my main responsibilities both well-defined and limited. Prior to the race I handle the event permit, website, Facebook page, officiating arrangements, and to some extent communications with the city of Covington for the criterium venue. I also create the race bible, get a couple hundred copied, staple them up into booklet format, print out the pre-registered riders' waivers, organize the bib numbers and pins, make up the registration and results spreadsheets, help stuff goody bags, manage the Friday night registration and Saturday morning registration, and then officiate the races where I handle data entry and results when I'm not scoring the races themselves. After each race I make the results web page and upload it to the server and then send out notices via email, Facebook and Twitter. Other club members handle setting up the courses with signage, dealing with the police details on race day, coordinating the follow cars, making sure there is water and, for the road race, cold watermelon, setting up and tearing down the venues, handling the awards ceremonies, podiums, photography, corner monitors, portable toilets, etc. So this morning I feel, appropriately enough, like I worked all weekend.

The races went well. Based on the weather forecast, I had been fully expecting to be standing in water up to my ankles in torrential rain for most of the weekend. Somehow, the rain missed us at every venue.  It stormed all around us, but it seemed like each race was in a little bubble that lasted just long enough to get in and out with dry socks.  It was a great relief to be done with the road race without rain or ambulances. The road leading to the road race had been under heavy construction and at the last minute I had to change the race bible, adding an alternate route to bypass that section because the weekend before, some of it had been un-paved and the construction crew was caravaning people across the worst section. As it turned out, they had finished paving the last bit the day or so before the race, so luckily that wasn't an issue. I had been having visions of team cars stuck in the mud calling me frantically because they would be late for the race.

Turnout was reasonably good at around 150 riders. We could certainly use another thirty or forty to fill out some of the smaller fields, but 150 isn't a bad turnout compared to the last few years. I guess we will probably end up losing at least three or four thousand on the event, but some of that is because we do not skimp on police for the road race (I think we had nine officers for 4 or 5 hours this year), and of course it is equally expensive to shut down the criterium course in Covington. The racing turned out to be really good this year, and I was glad to see a good-sized Masters field after a couple of years of really small ones. Lots of photos have been showing up, and I've been trying to share them to the Tour de Louisiane Facebook Page.

I got back home around 3:30 on Sunday, posted all of the results, monitored the Facebook pages and email, corrected a couple of errors, re-posted the resutls, sent the registration numbers to the Chief Ref for the Post-event report, and finally hit the sack around 11:30.  I still need to update the LCCS points for both the 2-person time trial and the Tour de Louisiane, and clean  up and store away all of the NOBC race equipment that is presently scattered randomly all over my basement. Next weekend is the LAMBRA criterium championship over in Gulfport, so I am hoping to be racing that and helping with officiating when I can. We had some LAMBRA riders up at Tulsa Tough last weekend who turned in some impressive results.  Tomorrow the annual Race Across America starts, which is usually something I don't follow, but this year Brian Toone is taking a run at it, so I will be watching it a bit more closely thanks to their website.

Summer Cold

May 28 Morning Ride group     

For a while I refused to believe it. That scratchy throat feeling slowly poking its way into my consciousness on a Monday afternoon at work couldn't actually be a summer cold. I tried to ignore it, but by late evening there was just no getting around it. My throat was so sore it hurt to swallow, and after a rather sleepless night I'd already thrown in the towel by 6 am on Tuesday. As often happens with these things, I was feeling a little better after a cup of coffee and a little activity, so I decided not to reschedule my 10:30 eye doctor appointment. I was on my last pair of contacts and hadn't had a checkup in a couple of years. As it turned out, my vision was pretty much the same as last time, so I re-ordered a batch of lenses and walked out into the bright sunlight with full-dilated pupils.  Ouch. Luckily I had a pair of sunglasses in the car and made it home safely, but I was pretty much worthless the rest of the day. By Thursday it had moved down into my lungs, which I suppose wasn't helped by the fact that I went out and did the usual group rides on Wednesday and Thursday mornings. Then again, maybe it would have done that anyway. It's always a tough call this time of year. I hate to lose more than one day of riding.

Anyway, last weekend was the annual NOBC 2-Person Time Trial, which I was officiating. I'd been a little worried the week before about having enough help for this one, but a bunch of people turned up a the last minute, so it was fine. There was some bad weather heading our way from Texas, but fortunately we had everything wrapped up well before any of it arrived. Frank Moak and Jaden Kifer turned in a course record time of 51:22 for the 40 km event this year. I cannot even imagine holding a 29-31 mph pace that long, even if I was just glued to someone else's wheel the whole time. I got back home and unloaded the car, and then an hour or so later they sky opened up.

Oak Street flooding, near Zotz

The rest of the evening featured some dramatic rain storm action.  I guess there were times when we got extended rainfall at a rate of 4" per hour or so, which is usually more than the city's pumps can handle.  That results in some street flooding in rather predictable locations, especially the underpasses. There was one cab driver who was on the news talking about having to abandon his taxi with his passenger when it stalled out under the Canal Blvd. underpass. A little while later the cab was completely submerged.

So on Wednesday morning the sore throat was a little better and I went out to meet the morning WeMoRi. My plan was to stay in the draft to limit the effort level as much as possible. I picked up the group around Marconi and Robert E. Lee and fortunately nobody was at the front really drilling it, so although the speed was in the 25-28 mph range it wasn't too hard to find a comfy wheel to follow. The next day I went out to the regular 5:45 am ride with pretty much the same plan. It was a little more difficult to limit my effort level for that ride, but I wasn't really feeling too bad. Even so, after I got home I could tell I was more tired from the ride than usual. Later that morning when I rolled the bike out the door to ride to work I found a chicken walking around in the middle of the street. I posed a photo on the neighborhood FB page but we haven't been able to find the owner yet. The neighbor says it's been hanging around for the past three or four days.

The Tour de Louisiane is only a week away now, so there are a few loose ends left to tie up. I had decided to use up some of the many leftover bib numbers I have from prior races this year, so didn't order any new ones. We used some for the 2-Person TT and discovered that some of the small numbers were apparently bio-degradable and when people tried to handle them they basically crumbled, so now I'll have to check all of the numbers I have set aside for the Tour to make sure they are OK. I hope they are, because it's too late to order new ones at this point. I finally got the new race bible posted to the website yesterday. There weren't really too many changes since last year except for sponsor logos, so that wasn't too difficult. Bob has been working on the criterium venue, so it should be interesting this year. On Sunday some of us will be heading up to the Tour road course to check it out, freshen  up the road markings, etc.  Otherwise, I think things are pretty much in place, so I'm just hoping the weather cooperates this year.