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2012PhillyPhlyer

Philly Phlyer Weekend

Race Reports


This weekend was of course the Philly Phlyer extravaganza. I wound up
doing the full slate: The open TTT and the 3/4 circuit and crit. In
each I pretty much just rolled in at the back of the main group: 8/17
in the TTT, 44/90 in the circuit, and 23/52 in the crit.
On the one hand that's somewhat ho-hum. On the other, I double
checked my training log this morning and have definitively not been
working out since Labor Day, so those are much better outcomes than I
could have reasonably asked for. Even better, it's the middle of
March and I've already done more road races than all of last year.
Most importantly though was that the weekend went amazingly. Charles
Rumford (Drexel/QCW) and Glenn Eck (Temple) did a fantastic job
arranging the venues, coordinating everyone, all the endless thankless
tasks that go into promoting not just a race, but three great and
affordable races right downtown. You really could not have asked for
a more smoothly run weekend of racing.
[ TTT ]
Tim, Brett H, Chat, Blake, Ryan Shank, and I all signed up for the
TTT. Yes, it's a 4-person TTT, but Drexel Cycling does not respect
your lamestream rules and regulations. We've been talking about this
for months now but, per tradition, not actually preparing, so I was
surprised by how smooth it went. Fortunately we beat the Peanut
Butter Human Zoom monkey girls, to whom we'd been talking a lot of
smack, thus preserving our manhood, albeit just barely. Physical near
catastrophe was also just barely averted several times as Houser
attempted to get fancy with the handoffs. Strategically, Tim's
harder, longer pulls eventually lead to him taking the final one and I
was able to pip him at the line for the critical intra-team victory.
[ Circuit ]
Having not been riding, I wasn't planning on doing the circuit race
despite yet more smack talk. In the end though the sun was shining,
the temperatures way up, and I couldn't resist that beautiful course.
My only real disappointment was that, despite all that smack talk, I
was hoping to help protect Victoria Hanks (PBCO/HZ). She's probably
stronger than me, but I think male/female power-to-weight imbalances
make that course tough for women in men's fields, and I expected her
to struggle a bit in the endgame climbs. In the event though, I was
in too defensive a posture myself to process the situation and respond
appropriately when she did finally slip back (and wound up coming in
just behind the main field). It's a testament to what a mental game
cycling is and how much discipline real strategy takes that I fully
anticipated exactly what happened, saw it happening, had a plan for
that circumstance, had reserves I would have happily burned to execute
that plan, but completely blew it simply by being too much on the
bubble myself to be thinking strategically and process the situation.
One thing I did do well was effectively employ all of my different
muscles, forms, and cross-training. Not having been working out, I
really don't have any strength right now, but my cardio is still
solid. Also having a decently stable and efficient high cadence spin,
the first couple times up Ford Rd I just sat and spun in a very easy
gear, burning my cardio rather than my strength. The third lap that
wasn't fast enough and I needed more speed, but leveraged all my
running to stand the whole climb and really basically run up the climb
at a pretty high standing cadence. Together that meant it wasn't
until the final climb (keeping in mind between the TTT and Intro races
I'd already done 4 laps before the start of the race) that I had to
really dig into my limited cycling strength reserves to ride up in a
somewhat more traditional mix of seated and standing hard digging to
stay in over the last hump. This is one of the ways a lot of
cross-training among road, MTB, and running, as well as explicitly
working on different styles of riding, has really helped me, giving me
many different options and reserves.
[ Crit ]
I was especially not planning on doing the crit, instead figuring on
announcing and foregoing all the many risks of a pretty choppy course.
Ironically, what put me over the top to jump in was that Tony
Eberhardt, coach of the UNH team whom I like a lot, said he was going
to do it. He wound up breaking a clavicle on a fluke pothole crash.
One thing I did well here was to ride my own race and not panic.
Given the many surface challenges of the course and that I'm not at
the moment strong enough physically or mentally to fight for front
pack positioning or a win anyway, I made a pretty conscious decision
to tailgate more loosely than is best and give people lots of room in
the two particularly risky corners. This risked wasting fair amounts
of energy having to catch up each time. However, I would have space
to avoid the many anticipated crashes. The only reason this would
work was because I looked at the course and figured: (1) If I fell
behind I'd be able to make up ground comparatively easily on the two
uphill stretches; (2) More importantly: They were hard corners. The
group would slow down a lot, as it did. By hanging loose in the
approaches and following my own curve, I gave myself space to avoid
crashes, and ultimately didn't expend that much extra energy because I
was smoothing over the hard rubberbanding of the group. In the end I
really only had to dig hard once to reattach after a clump ahead of me
dropped on a prime lap, and pretty easily hung in there for the end.

Hi everybody,
After this week's excellent race---doing two laps really worked out
super awesome---I wanted to pass on a couple simple points on TTTs:
- At our level, *always* rotate off the left. Pros can do fancy
things to adjust to wind, corners, etc., but it's just not workable
unless you've trained a lot together. It also significantly
increases your risk of crossing wheels and creating disaster.
- Settle on an unambiguous vocabulary, and use it. E.g., "Pull off"
is not a good command as if the leader just hears "Off" they'll slow
down thinking the line is breaking. Personally, I like "Rotate."
It's short, unambiguous, and technical and macho sounding.
- You can't ride with ego. Unless you're significantly---and I mean
significantly---stronger, you probably can't actually pull much
longer than everyone else. Everyone needs to get off the front
"before" slowing down, not after. Even if stronger, it does the
team no good for you to really bury yourself up front. Similarly,
if you're not strong, don't pretend. Come to the front and then
just pull right off for a short rotation. The important thing is to
come through so you don't disrupt the rotation, and then get out
just before you would be forced to let the pace slow.
- Hang on for dear live and then finish the TTT even if you get
dropped. You never know what might happen. Someone might crack,
get a flat, etc., and all of a sudden you're not just the guy doing
0-second pulls or even trailing behind, you're the needed 3rd wheel.
- Have a plan and know the rules. The order of the rotation does
actually matter in terms of the ebb and flow of the pace. E.g., you
probably don't want to stack the strongest riders up in a row, you
want to mix the stronger and weaker so the rotation is smoother and
the pace doesn't fluctuate as much. Talk about it for a bit
beforehand and then try to organize that way as you start up.
Similarly, make sure you're real clear on how many riders are
actually needed to finish the race and talk beforehand to develop a
policy for dropped riders. E.g., if someone is struggling on an
early climb it could be worthwhile to slow a bit for them if they
will still contribute on other sections of the course, such as a
long flat section. Late in the race it may not be worth waiting.
Most of all though, I strongly encourage everyone to do a TTT whenever
they get the chance. There's not many opportunities outside of
collegiate racing but they're one of the most rewarding experiences in
cycling, even if your squad isn't particularly competitive.

-Joe Kopena


Team Time Trial (Drexel Hit Squad): I almost took out Joe's wife because I
was playing it cool when passing her team and seemed to have a little
problem balancing on my bicycle? Yeah, something like that. I did lead
the pass on the left though. Not all teams had the courtesy to do that.
Secondly, I'd like to thank Tim for bringing along our mascot for the Time
Trial. As Joe mentioned, some of us have been talking about this for
months in advanced and, though we can no longer expect any Drexel Cycling
plans discussed while on rides to really *stick* nowadays, I really thought
we would've been a hit-squad with matching accessories. Up and at them
next time, Joe? Lastly, I realize I have much to work at when it comes to
T.T.T. events and would love to practice them with other Drexel riders in
the future. Even if there's a strength/fitness disparity between riders,
said practice can vastly improve your ability to gauge others' speed and
pacing; a useful talent when leading group rides. A talent I severely
lack. Oh, and sorry for almost killing everyone when I did mess up during
the T.T.T. on Saturday. I'd say "I learned my lesson" but it'll probably
happen again.

Circuit/Criterium: Having done the same races as Joe I'll forgo any excess
reporting and simply say that our races worked out similarly in the end,
but played out differently during the race. Differences of note would be
our comfort among other racers and our expectations going into each race.
Where Joe overcame climbs and positioning through cardiovascular
conditioning and his cross-trained fitness, I had hoped riding a larger
gear with a stronger, slower cadence would allow my legs time within each
pedal-stroke to better recover as my cardiovascular fitness is not as good
as my competition/compatriots'. Only spinning through a short section of
Black Road -- where grade *seemed* to stiffen ever so slightly -- I worked
at maintaining my slower pacing with a "work-around" technique of slowly
overtaking people on climbs; keeping a tally for every 1 person who passed
me early on in each climb I would then have to pass at least 2 when nearing
the crest of each hill. (I treat hills like a "Kill/Death Ratio" in F.P.S.
games: If I get killed once then I have to kill at least twice before I die
again, maintaining a positive K.D.R. by match's end.) The work-around and
slow-and-steady cadence worked until a hiccup happened in the final climb
up Black Road leaving me without a strong kick to get around the junction
midway uphill. Sunday's race had me playing around up front where my mom
could see me and know that I was safe after each and every lap. This was
the first time she'd ever seen me race and she arrived as I walked my bike
back to the start/finish area sans front wheel, as I had just given it to
Ben from B.U. who had crashed and need a wheel to ride to the pit and then
crashed out again hitting the same curb. She loves me and didn't want to
see me get hurt at that corner and making myself visible along turn 4 each
time helped relieve and worries she might have had. Also, I put more
detailed notes in my review of Alan and Tom's lines around the course.

P.S. I also loved the new layout of the Temple course this year! It felt a
lot punchier and the lines never seemed safe or guaranteed when coming into
turn 2 and out of turn 4, towards the finishing straight. It seemed the
whole line would change depending on how late the middle of the field would
begin braking, yet dictated the lines and braking of everyone at the
front. Great course, great days, great racing! Thanks to Charles, Glenn,
Tom Calcagni, Brendan, Joe, Tim and everyone else I'm obviously forgetting!

-Brett Houser


Marshaling report:
While I was marshaling at the greenland/ford road split, a dude on an
electric wheelchair came down the steep hill on ford road and was at a key
spot (where the road curves before the uphill) when the lead pack of the
mens C race came through. I watched helplessly as a major collision was
narrowly avoided.
Then, during the men's A crit, a softball came flying over the fence and
into the street, just missing a group of 5 guys. Reminded me of the
basketball (or maybe a kickball) that went rolling across the course last
year during one of the races when i was marshaling at turn 2.
The weekend was well planned and went great (good work, crew) but you can't
control everything!

Racing report:
I felt good about my performance in the road race, despite the fact that i
had been out the night before, dancing and imbibing. Our field broke apart
on the uphill after the 180. I flew ahead of a bunch of chicks on the big
downhill (my specialty), then joined up with another rider on west river
drive, chasing the leaders (katie quinn and lindsey knast(y)).
Unfortunately, this girl admitted that she could not maintain our pace and
so we slowed to let the group behind absorb us. Now we were a group of 6,
chasing the leaders. We lost Shaena from MIT after lap 2 or so. One rider
in the group was directing us, with more attitude than i really cared for
(I appreciated her advice but it was poorly delivered). We did quick
rotations and stayed together for the rest of the race until i lost it
going up the last hill before the finish (i think i had mentally shut down
knowing i would never be able to out sprint any of the girls). But I'll
take the 2nd place finish in B's, 7th girl to finish overall.

The crit was much more disappointing. The leaders broke off right after
the first turn. I saw Kutztown go and Katie follow with a couple other
girls. I found a group and started chasing. Lindsey pulled away after the
first or second lap. I should have gone with her but i was on the wrong
side of the wheel in front of me and couldn't react quickly enough.
Instead, I stayed with my group which got to be pretty large. At the time
I had a feeling i was not riding very strategically, but it is even more
clear to me now. I was afraid of losing the group so i didn't stay in the
back very long and ended up pulling more frequently than i should have. I
wanted to push the pace. I never really gave up hope that we might be able
to catch the girls ahead of us. I kept hoping i could pull away from my
group with maybe a girl or two with me, but i never really gave it enough
power to make it happen. Then, on the last lap, I tried again to pull away
early, hoping to get a head start on the final sprint. I maximized the
hill, took the turn tight, but couldn't hold it out and got caught on the
3rd stretch, finishing in the back of the pack. I was very frustrated.
And I didn't even go out on Saturday night (maybe a few drinks the night
before is what i need)!

All in all, i am walking away from the weekend hoping to work hard this
week and tear it up next weekend. And I'm hoping to move up to A despite
my finish on Sunday, if the points work in my favor.

Thanks again to Charles, Brendan, Tom, and everyone else who made these
races happen.
And good luck to our many injured riders!

-Julia Kuder


Saturday – Team Time Trial & Circuit

Sunday – D Crit & 3/4 Crit

Saturday began at 4am for me. I arrived at Memorial Hall for
setup around 6. The first race of the day was the team time trial totaling
12 miles (2 laps). Our “D” crew consisted of Calahan, Joey, Dan, and I. Dan
showed up to staging just as we were about to be sent off. We had no plan
for the TTT; just joking around as to who would be dropped first. Off we
went. Calahan lead the way and successfully guided us around the tricky
turns of the top section. We all equally pulled on West River Drive. We
made the 180º turn at Falls Bridge and pushed on. At this point I was
actually surprised at my own stamina. I wasn’t exhausted and I knew I could
make it for another lap. Last year I was dropped at the bottom of Black
Road; this year I felt strong. We passed a couple other teams on W. River-
I knew we were making good time. Too bad I couldn’t keep time because my
bike computer wasn’t working. The Black Road climb was nearing on our first
lap. Dan took to the lead up the hill while Joey, Calahan and I got a
breather. Next we navigated the top section for the second time. While
Calahan slowly fell off just before the descent at Black Road, the
remaining three of us continued on. Just like Joe K. mentioned in his race
report, Calahan did do the second lap just in case anything happened. It
was great to have Joey and Dan; they took monster pulls along W. River
which allowed me to recover after my pulls. We made the 180º for the second
time and headed back along the river. Approaching the climb, Joey decided
to sacrifice himself by taking one huge pull in order to launch Dan and I
up the hill. The two of us took off up the climb. Towards the top I took
the lead in front of Dan. I led us around the circle and into the straight.
Dan moved up and I stayed to his left to make sure we would get a close
time. I must add that we all kept in good communication throughout. We
would shake our elbow to signify that our pull was done, we would yell
“keep it easy” when someone would go too fast, or say, “last man” to the
person looking to get into the rotation, and most importantly we would
acknowledge each other after someone finished their pull with, “good pull”,
“good job” or “nice pull; keep with us”. I feel like these things helped
motivate us and kept us together.

Next race: the D circuit. The Drexel D-unit had a nice presence
in the circuit with me, Calahan, Joey, and Kip. Dan was in the pace car. I
started at the back of the field and promptly made my way to the front
before the tight turns of the top portion. Joey, Calahan and I secured the
front making sure the pace was easy for the beginning. Just before the
descent at black road, Joey- trying to up the pace unintentionally broke
away. I don’t think anyone knew that anyone else knew what team he was on
despite him wearing a Drexel jersey. Since no one knew who it was, Calahan
and I used this to our advantage. We made sure to spread rumors by saying,
“don’t chase him, it’s too early” and “don’t worry, he won’t keep ahead.
Let him go.” With Joey still in his one-man break on W. River, a strong
headwind picked up. University of Delaware’s team realized it was a Drexel
rider who made the break and took to the front to set the pace. About
halfway to the Chamonix Hill, the U Del team along with the rest of the
peloton caught Joey. We then made a careful 180 up the ramp and began the
hill. Some riders tried to get away too early. They made moves just after
the right turn at the top of the ramp and were quickly overtaken. Other
riders tried to surge up the hill; I maintained a constant pace. Because I
kept a constant pace, I had more energy for the false-flat section of
Chamonix. I used this spot to speed up and get back with the group. Once at
the top, everyone bombed down the hill. There was a moderate pace on W.
River which kept up until Black Rd hill. I feel that I made a good decision
by switching into my little ring just at the base of the climb. I felt at
ease climbing up the road. My dad, Tony, and my brother, Nick, were about
halfway on the climb cheering me on. Nick was sporting a Drexel flag
running alongside of the riders. I jokingly extended my arm to imitate
Contador punching the spectator dressed as a surgeon. <

>. Not long after, a crash occurred in front of

me (not due to Nick’s antics). People were getting out of their saddle to
climb and were changing gears mid-climb. The rider in front of me was
trying to avoid the crash by moving to his right- as was I. But we had
nowhere to go except into the 3 foot ditch. I successfully unclipped and
stood beside my bike. I quickly hopped back on my bike, but had trouble
clipping black in. Nick ran to my aid and held my bike which allowed me to
clip back in. I was off the back and pushed up the hill. I dug deep, but I
was unsuccessful at catching back on. It was demoralizing seeing the group
so close to me, but not having the strength to catch back up. I took the
descent fast and TT’d along W. River. I made the 180 up the ramp only to
have a rider pass me. Just as I was about to grab his wheel for the climb I
noticed his bib number. This U Conn rider bore the number of the Beast:

  1. 666. How many people get so say the Devil beat them up the Chamonix hill?

I would get my revenge on Sunday. Anyways, I continued onward- never able
to catch up to U Conn. On my way up Black Road I saw the D2 field
approaching. “No, not today” I thought. I was not going to let them pass
me. The pace truck passed me, but none of the riders. I was now at the top
of the climb heading towards the circle. I glanced back and saw the field
getting closer. They were out of their saddles in full force. I switched
into my big ring and let down the hammer. I passed the pace-truck around
the circle and began my sprint at the arches. It was a success; I beat the
D2 field in the sprint! Spectators were cheering for me thinking I was the
winner of this division.

I was angry that I was stuck behind a crash on the climb. Most
of the race I was trying to catch back up to my own field. It felt like an
individual time trial- which I hate so much. Riding can be really boring
working by oneself and not seeing actual results. What made my race fun was
setting a ridiculously accomplishable goal for myself. My goal was to not
get passed by the D2 field (which starts about 15mins after my D1 field).
The reason I consider this goal ridiculous is because if I succeed, I’m
still placing 22 in my race. I feel like this kept up my morale. Also,
seeing everyone’s confused face as I passed the D2 pace-truck and “won” the
sprint pretty much brought a smile to my face.

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! A Temple guy and I were throwing
hay-bales around course when we noticed a nasty hole in the street. We
marked it with plenty of cones. I was almost sure that this section would
be the site of many crashes even though the hole was on the inside of turn
3. It would surely force the field to crunch together. Today’s D-unit was
me, Dan, and Calahan. As soon as we started, it was fast. Dan and I took
the front. Two riders from PSU tried to break away after the first turn but
were unsuccessful. We made turn 2 and drew out the field into a line. I was
up front- I didn’t want to pull the entire group, but I also didn’t want to
be in the field during this race. I knew I had to do something to keep
myself safe so I broke away with Dan on my tail. Awesome! Dan and I were
working together by taking pulls. We could see the field close behind, but
we kept in the break with a few seconds of a lead. Dan, being the stronger
rider took longer pulls for me, but didn’t seem to tire himself out. About
lap 4 I took the lead around turn 2. I didn’t brake as hard before the turn
and took it fast- I nearly hit the curb. It was too close. Dan and I held
our breakaway for about 5-6 laps before a small group of 4 riders caught
us. We grabbed their wheels and continued on. Another lap down and the rest
of the group caught us. After that I didn’t really have much strength and
slowly drifted to the back of the field. The U Conn rider number 666 and I
were working together to catch the field, but then we heard the bell for
one lap to go. We saw about 4 riders coming up to our tail. We picked up
our pace and made turn 4 into the straight. I held his wheel with 20 meters
left and made my sprint. It was a close one, but I took the line with a
bike throw. I finished 16th.

After changing, I took to the marshalling table again and was
handed a radio. I overheard radio chatter about a crash and two Drexel
riders. I later found out that it was Nick F. and Brendan. Turn 2 would
earn a new name: the turn of death.

My next race was the category 3/4. This would be my first
official race as a Cat 4 that did not include cat 5’s (the crit at Duke was
a 4/5). There were plenty of Drexel riders; mostly alumni. Brendan,
demonstrating super-human abilities, decided to have a second go at the
course that brought him down earlier. About 4 laps in, making turn 2, I
crashed. I took it way to fast and misjudged where the curb was. My front
wheel slammed into the curb and I flew straight off my bike and into the
sidewalk. I immediately jumped into the air and cursed my misjudgment. Sean
was at this turn and helped fix my bike and reminded me to go to the pit
since my front wheel was flat. So I hopped on my bike, cut through the
middle of the course and headed into the pit. My adrenaline was pumping and
I wasn’t thinking clearly. I wrongfully assumed that there were neutral
support wheels there. When the official asked if I had another wheel, I
sadly replied, “no”. Just as I said this Dan and Nick F. were there and
replaced my front wheel. I was so happy and thankful for that. Just as they
switched wheels the field came around again and I hopped in. I stayed at
the back and kept my distance from everyone- which is why I drifted off the
back and couldn’t catch back up. I kept going for another 4 laps by myself
not noticing any of my wounds. I pulled myself from the race and got
cleaned up at the ambulance.

I learned a lot from that race. First lesson: pay attention
while turning. Any quick lapse of judgment will send you rubber-side up.
The sunken asphalt on the inside made this turn exceptionally tough for me.
If you go through it your back wheel can kick up off the ground. My second
lesson: take it easy on the turns. Since there was a slight downhill before
the turn, it was easy to take it fast. The sunken spot in the turn did not
help my lack of ability to turn.

In the end I had a great weekend. It was really great seeing so
many Drexel people- alumni and current, either in the races or just
spectating/volunteering/officiating.

-Tom Calcagni


well this was a weekend of firsts for me.
With the TTT Neal, Brendan, and myself set off. Our lack of
experience with one another definitely showed early. I for one
probably set off a bit to fast hitting bringing the speed up right
away and hitting 29mph before the turn onto black road, not to mention
having to brake pretty hard to make one of the first corners. Once we
reached W. River we became organized but Brendan quickly popped off
the back. Neal and I pressed on and ended up passing a few groups on
the road. I can't speak for Neal but the adrenaline of the seasons
first TTT got the best of me and I pushed hard right from the start.
With the first climb of Black RD I led into the climb so that Neal,
the better climber, could pull me up. Unfortunately I overcooked
myself a bit going into the climb and had to call for Neal to slow.
The 2nd Penn St squad caught us on Black Rd and had the same problem
as us. I pulled myself back up to Neal by the top of the climb and
then we had to jostle with the Penn St riders. I was not about to let
a collegiate team pass me, and as far as I was concerned they were
getting in my way (I can get a bit aggressive). As we entered the
narrow path before Black RD both us and Penn St. caught some team in
red jersey's and I made a push knowing if we didn't get past them
quick we would get slowed down with three teams trying to use the same
spot of road. We pushed passed them and we led through the Black rd
descent and onto W River. From then on we just kept hammering chased
down one or two other teams. I lead into the final Black Rd climb
just as on the first lap but just barely held back. This time I held
Neal's wheel up the climb (with some effort) and we came across the
line in 4th with a time of 30:25.31 (18sec behind the F&M B team--i
want them next time). We can certainly go faster as we lost speed when
alternating...something to work on.
Circuit Race
Starting this race I was already hurting from the TTT so I decided to
stay hidden the first lap and found a spot in the middle of the pack
surrounded on all sides...ah the wonders of drafting. During the
climbs I just did my best to spin up using my cardiovascular system
(much like Joe did) and move past the slower climbers back to the
front of the pack. On the 2nd lap there was an attack on W River by
several riders. I grabbed onto someones wheel but the attack sputtered
out and never established a break. On the final approach to Black Rd I
got boxed in and forced backward in the pack ending up around 40th or
so. Expecting spaces to open as soon as we hit the climb I got into
the right gear and set my self up so that I would hit the climb with
momentum. As soon as we hit the climb I got out of the saddle and
powered up forcing my way through the splintering field. I yelled at
Neal to grab my wheel as I went by but a bit too late for him to jump
on (I was hoping to move him up and lead him to the circle). As I hit
the crest I caught a few riders who were just off the front of the
pack. Knowing I couldn't out sprint anyone at that point I attacked
into 5th on the road. Then I reached Marshall Brent who yelled
something about not giving up, I'm sure he could tell I was hurting.
A quick glance under my arm and I knew at the Nova rider I just
attacked was riding up to my wheel and that I wasn't going to hold
them off (I hoped that no one else was coming). Since I knew I was
going to get caught I let up just enough so that I could jump onto his
wheel as he came by. I followed him through the circle and the arches
and tried to come around him but didn't have enough so I held on until
the last moment to unsure no one else came by....6th place. Typical
of me I provided a nice expression
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Crit......bad day
Before the race one I noticed several UVM guys lined up and clearly
inching to go so I expected an immediate attack...It came. I rode
onto his wheel on just prior to corner 2 and seeing a gap and his
teammates on the front of the field moved up to pull. The Vermont guy
then decided that he wasn't going to do a break he didn't "feel like
it". though it may have been a planned tactic it pissed me off a bit.
I thought about going it alone, two things stopped me one I didn't
think I could hold off a field solo for 35min and more importantly
(two) he was sitting behind just close enough and making sure I didn't
get to far from him. I wasn't about to give him a gap. so we drifted
back to the field. The next few laps were filled with various
moves...I felt pretty good...then went into a corner too fast...The
End.
By the way my rear wheel is toast and my helmet won't be reach me
until next week so unless I find a 10speed Campagnolo compatible rear
wheel and helmet I'm out for Priceton. I'm going to buy a new set of
wheels.

-Nick Ferra

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