Joe Martin Stage Race cat 1/2 field stage 2:
The morning started off with thunderstorms and the unknown if a race was going to even start. We lined up in the sub 50 degree rain and immediately in the neutral zone flats started. A large wreck at mile 30 covered the entire road and many, including myself, had to chase back on. Once the group was back together a Moto went down on a roller and again caused another chase.
A break rolled at about 45 and the field was content. We rolled on towards the mountain and there was much concern of a tailwind as this would have favored the feather weights and caused some damage. I moved toward the front and found the climb to not be that bad. It was a steady pace and once over the top it was full gas. The remaining miles just disappeared as we descended at an insane pace.
As we approached the finish everyone seemed to have hidden energy and here was a lot of jockeying for position. The final stretch in it seemed we took up 6 lanes as the field was all over the place. Left turn, then right, then a kicker that will make 110 feel like 200. I was good through the kicker, but the finishing false flat was the longest I have ever seen a finishing banner.
I was stoked to finish in the front group during a tough stage with not so great conditions. Today we on to another 92 miles and a challenging crit on Sunday.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Rockwall Crits went well Sunday. We ELBOWZ were only 3 strong and with the flat windy course doing any chasing was a losing proposition. We had to be attentive and always go with the bigger moves and be represented. We covered a few moves here and there from the gun, letting the odd solo rider have their space. Once the race had heated up I started a move of 5 that had most of the big teams represented and Bret came across per usual. When he got there we dropped the hammer and shed a few so we were down to 4. Nick Torraca patrolled the dwindling field and waited for us to lap which we did at halfway to go. Bret and I each got in solo moves but the other breakaway riders had their lapped teammates keeping us in check and with the 20+mph winds being solo didn't last very long. Finally as Bret was getting caught from a solo move, Nick attacked to shred the field into 3 groups and once it all came back together I launched hard to throw a dagger. Bret (who smartly eased up before he was caught when he knew he couldn't ride away solo) saw the competition's heads' drop in despair, jumped, and came across to me almost immediately. With 10 laps to go we didn't look back and knew we had it won. I let Bret down by losing the sprint on Saturday so I had to pay him back by towing him around to the finish. Ha JK! We like to trade turns winning and Sunday Bret was due. After Bret and I had flown the coop, Nick got away with Sam Croft (Giant) and won the sprint for 5th. Nick is a great teammate and learning more all the time. It won't be long until he is the one throwing daggers at the end!