Yup it’s over, the first inaugural Tour of America’s Dairlyand is officially done. Of course, our TOAD was finished at 8:30 on Wednesday night at the end of the Fond du Lac Criterium, where we took three of the top 15 places in the race with Dan nabbing a podium of 2nd behind Frank Travesio in a two man breakaway. The race was another hot day with a relatively small field. Both of these factors lead to some pretty major pack splits in the second half of the race, I ended up on the wrong side of these from a bum knee (who knew racing on injuries leads to not getting better?) and a set of really tired legs. Anyway it was a really great result for the Panthers, as most people call our team these days, and really pulled the week of racing into the good results category after a bunch of mediocre results.
Everyone gets a midseason slump at some point, the slugger will hit a dry spell, a middle aged man will realize viagra could be useful, or the pro cyclist will run out of somebody elses blood. It happens to everyone. My slump was a loss of mental focus, after the Fitchburg NRC Stage race, the Louisville NRC crit, six superweek races, and a the downtown Chicago Crit, I was fried. Then I got sick and missed Elk Grove. It would be a lie to say that I did not rejoice at the idea that I would not have to drive through Chicago for the fourth weekend in a row.
Let me give my personal theory to why I got burnt out. In these hard races (mostly just fitchburg), it gets to be very demoralizing to put all of your emotional, mental, and physical effort into simply staying with the pack and then getting dropped at the end of the race, and then to do that several days in a row…not fun.
So after a week completely off the bike, and a weekend without racing, I feel re-directed. Went for a solid ride yesterday and discovered a sad fact ‘mia forma è formaggio‘, a fact also realized by il pirata at one point. Your form for cycling is not a static thing, and to expect excellent form throughout the season is to ask a lot from your body.
So a recap of Superweek:
-it was pretty fast…
-Pro, or wanabe pro cyclists are a whole bunch of high and mighty douches. Ok, not all of them, just a select few that ruin the general image of the pro-cyclists. Most of their hissy fits result from an amateur touching his brakes too much, or invading their personal space (they may have some touching issues). I got off lucky, only getting called a ‘nervous prick’ once by a Hardly Racing Davison rider and F–king idot several times by one of the boys at DLP. One unlucky amateur locked up his wheel in front of a certain sunny Kelly Benefits rider and was yelled at and called f–king retarded for a full half lap.
-The guys at Rock Racing are pretty mellow and cool, but don’t try to follow their lead out when their going to the front of a peleton, they make some pretty nuts moves.
-Spectators with beer are the best spectators: read Downers Ave.
-100km is way to long for any parking lot (200 km in the same parking lot is just plain absurd)
-I discovered the secret to sprinting in crits: positioning, the actual sprinting part doesn’t really matter all that much.
-Eddie VanGuyse, the villain Italian from the movie Breaking Away (he was introduced as such before every single race), didn’t give any shout outs to Turin(even at Evanston) even though he rode for the team back in the day…cmon man
-The Colombian Olympic track team is nuts fast, but every day wore arm warmers in 90 degree heat? Fact: Columbia is not that hot. Possibly the arm warmers were covering the bruises from an abusive coach, (Colombian going to the hospital: ‘no really I fell down the stairs’).
I did manage to get some picks from the weeks…
This guy went to every single race in the Chicago area and had probably the coolest kit/bike at the race, you can’t see it in the picture but his socks were lime green too
Finally a pic of Greg with a certain Fast Freddie in tow
So I’ll leave you all with a little vintage superweek
notice the old school turin kits.