It has been a few weeks since my last post, gushing about our team’s win at Hillsboro, in case you forgot awesome it was, here’s a sweet picture depicting our awesome-ness:Anyway, the past two weekends have been somewhat bittersweet as they have been the last two weekends of collegiate racing for the season, and for me: ever (unless I go to grad school). As much as I feel like I’m ready to move on from college racing I really will miss it. My first race kit was old gold and black, and for the past five years from February to May I’ve been driving hundreds of miles to wake up at 5 am, cheer for teammates, and race in the pissing cold rain. As fun as it sounds, and even though there’s no huge prize list or media coverage outside those who race the circuit, it’s really a lot more fun than regular USACycling racing.
This past weekend was quite the race packed weekend. Racing took place in downtown Indianapolis at Marian University. Since it was easter weekend though, there was only day of racing on Saturday.
I’ve finally been able to decompress a little and sit down for some blogging action.
Oh man, first race report of the year, I’m getting all giddy inside.
Once we hit the final lap though, we heard the breakaway up the road still had 4 minutes. Our group suddenly got a little quicker, dropping off a few riders who were just tagging along for the ride. We picked up all but two of the breakaway riders by the finish. My race was pretty much over after mile 60, which is about the longest ride I’d done prior to the race. I rolled in a pretty slow 6th. Here’s my super sweet Garmin file:
Needless to say we should stick to cycling (we actually did move it!). So after that quick warm up Andrew Otte and I went for a little stroll about the countryside north of the Crit course. Our ride went from really sweet to epic. First of all, for whatever reason, as soon as you get off state highways in southern Kentucky the roads turn into paved roller coasters. Twisting about a zillion times, with bunny hills that you zip down, sprint a few pedal strokes, and are over. It’s a lot of fun. Additionally, all these roads are super narrow, think bike path size.
It should be easy to tell from my recent lack of blog postings that my ample amount of free time has been reduced. The reason? Yet another year of scholastic adventure. Yes for the fifth time around I returned to Purdue University to stare down the barrel of a gun filled with learning. If you are confused right now, allow me to explain. Most collegiate degrees are meant to be obtained in a mere four years, the last of these four years being your senior year. However, for some truly exemplary students, the University may wish to keep the student an entire extra year and elevate them to the status of “Super” Senior. Being a “Super” senior has quite a few cushy benefits, another year of avoiding the responsibilities of the real world, another year of the Neon Cactus, one more year of collegiate racing, and another year spent in my favorite state of the Union: Indiana! Some of the additional benefits of being a super senior include taking some odd classes to help you graduate. During my sophomore year I took Italian 101. Unknown to me at the time I had to take another Italian class in order for my first Italian class to count towards graduation. However, the first 101 did not go so well, so the prospect of taking another was a dreadful one. Before you start thinking I’m now forced to fake my way through another forign language class by mumbling let me tell you that I found the answer:Italian 330: Italian Cinema (with subtitles!!). So far we’ve watched Cabiria, a silent movie from 1914 that ground along for a whole two and a half hours accompanied by a single piano that would be at home in a Vaudeville theater.
The entire year will not be devoted to odd GenEd classes. I will also be taking actual Aerospace Engineering classes also. One year long class involves designing a thrust augmentor (afterburner) for model airplane turbojet engine:
As far as bicycle racing has been going two weekends ago was the Marion NRC classic, which sucked for me. Ten turns in 0.8 miles ain’t quite my style of racing, but it suited Ryan and Derek just fine, both of who finished in the money. The next day went slightly better, Panther missed the race winning breakaway, but I got into a late move with MWCCC alumni Phil Mooney, and stayed away for 6th place.
Last weekend however there were no races, except for one way up north in Michigan. But we had a better idea. Instead of driving 12 hours for racing, we decided to throw Derek a going away party. That was a lot of fun and Derek left for Korea on Sunday. Next weekend I’ll be going back up into Michigan for a Labor Day filled with some good racing.
Check out this video that somehow ended up on our Panther Website:
(it really speaks to my feelings)
Also, check out the exciting finish to Tuesday’s Vuelta a Espana stage. Go to 0:50 to see what happens when 100 riders all lock it up on wet pavement.