My apologies in taking so long to write this one up! I've been waiting on some photos, but what the heck - I'll write the report and add the photos in later.
The time trial took place on Yarra Boulevard, a stretch of road about 15 minutes ride out of the Melbourne CBD. It winds its way through a park of sorts, with very little traffic. Check out this bikely link to have a look.
Unlike a traditional TT course, this course was very hilly. I think at any given time we were either descending or climbing, and they were not gradual inclines.
Normally in a TT, the goal is to dish out a reasonably constant level of power the entire way, so that you are just hitting the wall as you finish. This becomes a bit harder on a hilly course, because you cannot go as hard on the downhills as you can on the uphills - at a certain point it makes sense to just tuck in and coast as fast as you can.
Thus, the goal is to go above your usual TT power on the climbs, and 'recover' on the descents. I could go into the physics of it... but this is the fastest strategy on a hilly course (similarly, in a flat TT you should go harder into a headwind than when you have a tailwind).
Anyway. The course itself was a 6km stretch of road - each lap was out to the turnaround point and back to the start. We did 3 laps of this for a total of 36km. The TT was probably the most important race for me, because I knew it was probably the only one that I would be finishing!
I had number 6 on my back, and as such kicked off pretty early in the list.
There is not much to write about in a TT report! I followed my strategy of going hard on the hills and recovering as much as I could on the descents. I still pedalled as much as I could while descending, and got into an aero tuck whenever my speed got sufficiently high.
Speaking of aero... Sam had lent me his teardrop TT helmet for the occassion so I was looking very pro! (pics to come...) In actuality, I felt like a bit of an idiot wearing it - definitely a case of more show than go!
My first lap I went out perhaps a little too hard, but finished it in a bit under 18 minutes, which was good. I was initially aiming for about 19 minute laps. The second lap wasn't quite as quick, probably because I was fading a little from my initial effort. The third lap I think sped up a little, with the adrenalin of finishing kicking in - I find this usually hits me as soon as they ring that bell signifying the last lap!
In the end I finished with a time of 54:22. This put me 26th out of 43 starters, which I was happy with. The winner's time was a smashing 48:42!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Unigames Part I: Road Race
Last night I got home from a week in Melbourne for the Unigames. The Unigames is an Australia-wide competition for uni students to compete against each other in their sport of choice, and more importantly, to get really pissed every night. The reason that Lawn Bowls is part of the Unigames program becomes clear when you consider that last point.
I made my way over to ride for Adelaide Uni in the cycling events, namely the road race, individual time trial (TT) and the criterium. There was also a pairs TT, but I had no-one to do it with. Although another Adelaide Uni student was coming over for the individual TT, he wasn't keen to do the pairs. I was happy with this, as the pairs was the day before the individual, so I could save my legs!
I arrived in Melbourne on Sunday morning, after a flight spent praying that the baggage handlers would be kind to my race bike, which was stuffed into a cardboard box somewhere in the cargo hold. Of course, the bike was fine. This was the first time I have travelled with a bike, and I suspect next time I might be laying out for a proper soft case or hard case. Lugging a cardboard bike box around the airport and on and off various buses is not fun, kids.
Anyway. To the race. The road race was on Monday, so I had a quiet evening on Sunday with plenty of pasta consumption and no drinking of beer. Lawn bowls can be done hungover... racing a bike 120km, not so much. At least not for this wussy boy.
The road race was at Lancefield, a small country town about 100 klicks north of Melbourne. On the agenda was 4 laps of a 30km circuit for the guys, and 3 laps of the same for the girls. Except that before the start the girls managed to convince them to drop it down to 2 laps. A few of us guys launched a last minute bid to have our race shortened as well, but sadly we were unsuccessful.
I warmed up, lined up, etc. There was the usual pre-race chit chat about bikes, training and tan-lines. Just like any old race in Adelaide. Except that there were 70 entrants, about 4 times what I'm used to. There were a few guys rocking Drapac-Porsche kits, and I don't think they were just fans. I thought: oh well, surely they'll take it easy for a lap, right??
The race started off downhill, I lined up near the front at the start-line. Off we went. I was holding the wheel in front of me, feeling okay, on the right hand side of the field. Suddenly, about 30 seconds in, there was a whooshing sound of carbon wheels coming up behind me. Uh oh. About 4 guys passed us, out of the saddle, attacking on the downhill!
There was a flurry of shifter clicking as everyone tried to respond. All of a sudden everyone was passing me, and I was furiously shifting up and pedalling like mad to hold on. We hit the bottom of the hill and the road levelled out into a flat and windy section. The pace was still furious, and I clung to the back of the pack, hoping that it would die off soon for some respite.
I'd find out later that the 4 or 5 guys who attacked got off the front, and the speed at this point was simply due to a few wannabes trying to bridge, and dragging the pack along with them. Sure enough, after a minute or two of this, the pace died right off and became downright cruisey. People chatted and sipped waterbottles. Just a nice ride in the country.
Every now and then somebody attacked, or surged at the front. I'd know this was happening, because 10 riders ahead of me I'd suddenly see everyone's arse go up in the air and could hear gears clicking like mad. That's the advantage of being 192cm tall I guess! Once I learned to predict these surges, I'd shift up in anticipation and hold on to the pack.
Having never raced in a field of this size, I wasn't used to having the entire left hand lane of the road filled up from side-to-side. In an Adelaide-sized field, I'm used to being able to move up whenever I feel like it. When everyone is elbow-to-elbow, this becomes considerably trickier.
The speed picked up about halfway through the first lap, where there were a few more hills. We quickly became single-file, and when a guy went past on my right, I jumped on his wheel to get a nice pull to the front end of the main field (note Liggettism!).
There were 4 guys at the front from RMIT doing all the work, and I was content to sit 5th wheel and get pulled along at some crazy pace through the rolling hills.
Towards the end of the circuit was a crazy fast downhill. My speed sensor wasn't working (I think it was bumped in transit), but I heard afterwards that we were hitting 85 km/h. As usual, I struggled to keep up on this long straight descent. Being 70kg and tall is not a good recipe for fast descending! Even with my chin on the stem and elbows tucked in, the smaller guys with a higher mass-to-surface-ratio rocketed past me.
This put me towards the back of the pack again, which by this point had probably dwindled to about 50 or so. After flying past the start/finish we hit the flat and windy section again. I don't know what happened, I think the pace surged again and my legs did not want to go!!
That somewhat familiar feeling of being dropped was there. Suddenly there was a 2m gap to the wheel in front, which requires a Herculean effort to maintain, let alone bridge. Then as I faded, it became 4m, then 10m, and then it was all over. The final nail in the coffin was when the follow car whooped its siren and drove past me.
I rode out the second lap, mostly in the company of 5 or 6 other guys who'd been dropped a bit earlier and who'd caught up to me. We had a good chat, got rained on a bit, and it was fun.
After the race, I got changed and we hung around at the start-finish line to see the finish of the men's race. The women had come in just after we'd pulled out and sadly we missed seeing them finish. Sure enough, the breakaway stayed away, with a bloke from Melbourne Uni getting the win (a general trend throughout the week).
Beer was consumed that night.
Stay tuned for more.
I made my way over to ride for Adelaide Uni in the cycling events, namely the road race, individual time trial (TT) and the criterium. There was also a pairs TT, but I had no-one to do it with. Although another Adelaide Uni student was coming over for the individual TT, he wasn't keen to do the pairs. I was happy with this, as the pairs was the day before the individual, so I could save my legs!
I arrived in Melbourne on Sunday morning, after a flight spent praying that the baggage handlers would be kind to my race bike, which was stuffed into a cardboard box somewhere in the cargo hold. Of course, the bike was fine. This was the first time I have travelled with a bike, and I suspect next time I might be laying out for a proper soft case or hard case. Lugging a cardboard bike box around the airport and on and off various buses is not fun, kids.
Anyway. To the race. The road race was on Monday, so I had a quiet evening on Sunday with plenty of pasta consumption and no drinking of beer. Lawn bowls can be done hungover... racing a bike 120km, not so much. At least not for this wussy boy.
The road race was at Lancefield, a small country town about 100 klicks north of Melbourne. On the agenda was 4 laps of a 30km circuit for the guys, and 3 laps of the same for the girls. Except that before the start the girls managed to convince them to drop it down to 2 laps. A few of us guys launched a last minute bid to have our race shortened as well, but sadly we were unsuccessful.
I warmed up, lined up, etc. There was the usual pre-race chit chat about bikes, training and tan-lines. Just like any old race in Adelaide. Except that there were 70 entrants, about 4 times what I'm used to. There were a few guys rocking Drapac-Porsche kits, and I don't think they were just fans. I thought: oh well, surely they'll take it easy for a lap, right??
The race started off downhill, I lined up near the front at the start-line. Off we went. I was holding the wheel in front of me, feeling okay, on the right hand side of the field. Suddenly, about 30 seconds in, there was a whooshing sound of carbon wheels coming up behind me. Uh oh. About 4 guys passed us, out of the saddle, attacking on the downhill!
There was a flurry of shifter clicking as everyone tried to respond. All of a sudden everyone was passing me, and I was furiously shifting up and pedalling like mad to hold on. We hit the bottom of the hill and the road levelled out into a flat and windy section. The pace was still furious, and I clung to the back of the pack, hoping that it would die off soon for some respite.
I'd find out later that the 4 or 5 guys who attacked got off the front, and the speed at this point was simply due to a few wannabes trying to bridge, and dragging the pack along with them. Sure enough, after a minute or two of this, the pace died right off and became downright cruisey. People chatted and sipped waterbottles. Just a nice ride in the country.
Every now and then somebody attacked, or surged at the front. I'd know this was happening, because 10 riders ahead of me I'd suddenly see everyone's arse go up in the air and could hear gears clicking like mad. That's the advantage of being 192cm tall I guess! Once I learned to predict these surges, I'd shift up in anticipation and hold on to the pack.
Having never raced in a field of this size, I wasn't used to having the entire left hand lane of the road filled up from side-to-side. In an Adelaide-sized field, I'm used to being able to move up whenever I feel like it. When everyone is elbow-to-elbow, this becomes considerably trickier.
The speed picked up about halfway through the first lap, where there were a few more hills. We quickly became single-file, and when a guy went past on my right, I jumped on his wheel to get a nice pull to the front end of the main field (note Liggettism!).
There were 4 guys at the front from RMIT doing all the work, and I was content to sit 5th wheel and get pulled along at some crazy pace through the rolling hills.
Towards the end of the circuit was a crazy fast downhill. My speed sensor wasn't working (I think it was bumped in transit), but I heard afterwards that we were hitting 85 km/h. As usual, I struggled to keep up on this long straight descent. Being 70kg and tall is not a good recipe for fast descending! Even with my chin on the stem and elbows tucked in, the smaller guys with a higher mass-to-surface-ratio rocketed past me.
This put me towards the back of the pack again, which by this point had probably dwindled to about 50 or so. After flying past the start/finish we hit the flat and windy section again. I don't know what happened, I think the pace surged again and my legs did not want to go!!
That somewhat familiar feeling of being dropped was there. Suddenly there was a 2m gap to the wheel in front, which requires a Herculean effort to maintain, let alone bridge. Then as I faded, it became 4m, then 10m, and then it was all over. The final nail in the coffin was when the follow car whooped its siren and drove past me.
I rode out the second lap, mostly in the company of 5 or 6 other guys who'd been dropped a bit earlier and who'd caught up to me. We had a good chat, got rained on a bit, and it was fun.
After the race, I got changed and we hung around at the start-finish line to see the finish of the men's race. The women had come in just after we'd pulled out and sadly we missed seeing them finish. Sure enough, the breakaway stayed away, with a bloke from Melbourne Uni getting the win (a general trend throughout the week).
Beer was consumed that night.
Stay tuned for more.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Port Noarlunga Classic at The Range
Racing bikes atop the Willunga Hills on a warm and sunny afternoon was seen by many as a better option than drinking beer and watching the 2008 AFL Grand Final on Saturday 27th of September - despite the strong wind blowing from the North.
I tried something new. 3 hours before the race, I consumed 4 teaspoons of bicarbonate soda (baking soda), as I have read that it can act as a buffer for muscular lactic acid during intense efforts. It was a bit of a gamble, because there was a warning that some athletes suffer explosive diarrhoea about 60 minutes after consumption.
Ben and I drove to the event with our bikes on my car. Graham joined us as a spectator. They both shared my relief that I was spared from any explosions in the pants. Lunch at the Tin Shed Cafe in McLaren Vale on the way went down a treat.
The race was a handicap event. 3 laps of the 17km circuit at The Range.
I think Warwick, the handicapper, has more faith in my legs than they warrant. I had a 3 minute head start on the scratch group, while the limit markers had 16 minutes. 1 minute per lap is not much of a buffer on the somewhat hilly course at The Range.
My group started with 8 riders and none felt like organising the group. There was quite a bit of variation in workloads. A couple of guys never went to the front to take a turn. Three never missed a turn. I was one of a couple that hardly missed a turn.
I surprised myself by climbing the large hill at the end of the first lap with my group - I had been expecting to be dropped at this point by the strong riders that constituted my group. I was even on the front as we crossed the finish line.
Feeling good about my ability to stay with the group, I began to take more turns and push harder when on the front. Unfortunately, I had just rotated off the front, deservedly seeking a rest, when the combined scratch/block group bolted past us after just 1.2 laps. I was caught by surprise and did not have enough in the tank to accelerate to get on. I was one of only two riders that failed to latch on to the fast group.
30 seconds after accepting my fate, I put my head down and began to TT my way forward. The other guy that got dropped was 100m or so up the road and I soon caught him. He shared the work with me, but I was feeling quite strong, so I did the lion's share of the pulling. I was holding low 40's kph on the undulating section at the bottom of the course with a reasonably strong cross wind.
I passed Ben just as we were about to ascend the hill to the finish line for the second time - he had started in the group at 5 minutes, but seemed to have bonked. Again, I went up the hill feeling strong like bull. I could have done another lap, but decided to sit with Graham and watch the finale. Ben pottered home shortly after, stating that he may have actually over eaten!
Reuben Menaud-Young got past PACC's Chris Martin to win by a bike length.
I think I may continue to experiment with baking soda
I tried something new. 3 hours before the race, I consumed 4 teaspoons of bicarbonate soda (baking soda), as I have read that it can act as a buffer for muscular lactic acid during intense efforts. It was a bit of a gamble, because there was a warning that some athletes suffer explosive diarrhoea about 60 minutes after consumption.
Ben and I drove to the event with our bikes on my car. Graham joined us as a spectator. They both shared my relief that I was spared from any explosions in the pants. Lunch at the Tin Shed Cafe in McLaren Vale on the way went down a treat.
The race was a handicap event. 3 laps of the 17km circuit at The Range.
I think Warwick, the handicapper, has more faith in my legs than they warrant. I had a 3 minute head start on the scratch group, while the limit markers had 16 minutes. 1 minute per lap is not much of a buffer on the somewhat hilly course at The Range.
My group started with 8 riders and none felt like organising the group. There was quite a bit of variation in workloads. A couple of guys never went to the front to take a turn. Three never missed a turn. I was one of a couple that hardly missed a turn.
I surprised myself by climbing the large hill at the end of the first lap with my group - I had been expecting to be dropped at this point by the strong riders that constituted my group. I was even on the front as we crossed the finish line.
Feeling good about my ability to stay with the group, I began to take more turns and push harder when on the front. Unfortunately, I had just rotated off the front, deservedly seeking a rest, when the combined scratch/block group bolted past us after just 1.2 laps. I was caught by surprise and did not have enough in the tank to accelerate to get on. I was one of only two riders that failed to latch on to the fast group.
30 seconds after accepting my fate, I put my head down and began to TT my way forward. The other guy that got dropped was 100m or so up the road and I soon caught him. He shared the work with me, but I was feeling quite strong, so I did the lion's share of the pulling. I was holding low 40's kph on the undulating section at the bottom of the course with a reasonably strong cross wind.
I passed Ben just as we were about to ascend the hill to the finish line for the second time - he had started in the group at 5 minutes, but seemed to have bonked. Again, I went up the hill feeling strong like bull. I could have done another lap, but decided to sit with Graham and watch the finale. Ben pottered home shortly after, stating that he may have actually over eaten!
Reuben Menaud-Young got past PACC's Chris Martin to win by a bike length.
I think I may continue to experiment with baking soda
Monday, September 29, 2008
2008 PACC club championship road race report
Sunday 21st September saw a fresh, almost frosty, morning over Mt Torrens on the Eastern slopes of the Adelaide Hills. It also saw a reasonable turnout of Elite category riders contesting the PACC club champs. I was one them, as was Adam, Ben and Daniel. Ben has been riding quite well lately and smelling quite bad. I expected big things from him, and I don’t mean that I thought he was going to shit his dacks, although that was a possibility.
Our event entailed 8 laps of a 9.5km course which included a decent amount of climbing. I don’t like climbing.
Adam pleaded with race favourite, Damion Hadcroft, before the race, to keep it all together for the first couple of laps so that everyone could ride at least a part of the race in the pack. I thought they agreed to do so. The race started. We immediately turned left to head up the first (certainly not the most difficult) hill of the course and promptly dropped 2 riders. They rode with the pack for a grand total of about 300 metres.
Over the other side of the hill, I found myself on the front and apparently began to pull away from the bunch sitting on a speed slightly over 50kph. Adam came with me and was laughing. The bunch was strung out in a long line as we turned yet another left hand corner to begin climbing yet another hill. Somewhere up this ascent, Daimo must have decided it was time to turn on the hurt. From my perspective, the pack splintered into three distinct divisions: In the lead group was Daimo, Adam, Ben, Daniel and Nigel. Then it was me, alone, about equidistant between the lead bunch and the trailing bunch. As the lap continued, I continued to make as much ground on the guys chasing me as I lost to the lead group ahead. Sometime on the 2nd lap, I could no longer see riders ahead or behind me.
The officials pulled me off with one lap to go, just in time for me to see Daimo cross the line for the win, followed a few minutes later by Ben, followed by Daniel in third position and Nige in 4th – well done to all of you. Adam pulled out after 3 laps as he wasn’t feeling too well, and figured there’s no prize for pushing yourself so far that you get ill – hopefully a rest day will sorts you out mate. I would have mopped up 5th place if allowed to continue, but I was happy with my ride. I rode about 60km solo, effectively at time trial effort levels, so it was quite a workout.
The sun warmed things up during the progression of the race which almost negated the blustery winds that we were exposed to on some sections of the course.
LESSON OF THE DAY: riding with others severely reduces your risk of being swooped by magpies. I had an ongoing battle with one pesky maggie that would swoop me several times each and every time I went by, bar the two occasions when there were other riders nearby (first lap and one of the later laps when I was passing a rider from another category). Talking to the other guys after the race revealed that they suffer no such attacks. Bastards J
Our event entailed 8 laps of a 9.5km course which included a decent amount of climbing. I don’t like climbing.
Adam pleaded with race favourite, Damion Hadcroft, before the race, to keep it all together for the first couple of laps so that everyone could ride at least a part of the race in the pack. I thought they agreed to do so. The race started. We immediately turned left to head up the first (certainly not the most difficult) hill of the course and promptly dropped 2 riders. They rode with the pack for a grand total of about 300 metres.
Over the other side of the hill, I found myself on the front and apparently began to pull away from the bunch sitting on a speed slightly over 50kph. Adam came with me and was laughing. The bunch was strung out in a long line as we turned yet another left hand corner to begin climbing yet another hill. Somewhere up this ascent, Daimo must have decided it was time to turn on the hurt. From my perspective, the pack splintered into three distinct divisions: In the lead group was Daimo, Adam, Ben, Daniel and Nigel. Then it was me, alone, about equidistant between the lead bunch and the trailing bunch. As the lap continued, I continued to make as much ground on the guys chasing me as I lost to the lead group ahead. Sometime on the 2nd lap, I could no longer see riders ahead or behind me.
The officials pulled me off with one lap to go, just in time for me to see Daimo cross the line for the win, followed a few minutes later by Ben, followed by Daniel in third position and Nige in 4th – well done to all of you. Adam pulled out after 3 laps as he wasn’t feeling too well, and figured there’s no prize for pushing yourself so far that you get ill – hopefully a rest day will sorts you out mate. I would have mopped up 5th place if allowed to continue, but I was happy with my ride. I rode about 60km solo, effectively at time trial effort levels, so it was quite a workout.
The sun warmed things up during the progression of the race which almost negated the blustery winds that we were exposed to on some sections of the course.
LESSON OF THE DAY: riding with others severely reduces your risk of being swooped by magpies. I had an ongoing battle with one pesky maggie that would swoop me several times each and every time I went by, bar the two occasions when there were other riders nearby (first lap and one of the later laps when I was passing a rider from another category). Talking to the other guys after the race revealed that they suffer no such attacks. Bastards J
Saturday, September 27, 2008
What's going on here?
I was talking to Sam and Adam via IM tonight, and suggested that we start a blog for our somewhat regular race reports that we email to a bunch of friends.
Sam challenged me to get it set up while he cooked dinner.
Well, here it is.
Sam challenged me to get it set up while he cooked dinner.
Well, here it is.
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