Ok so my regular job keeps getting in the way of me fine tuning the comfort of the V but it hasn't stopped me from riding it every day. I still can't ride with no hands, still to gutless to try cutting them off and trying, but I can ride one handed ok enough to grab my headrest bottles and drink. I doubt you'd be able to tell the difference between me and any other CruzBike veteran at this point as long as were just riding and not performing tricks
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Monday I rode the same steep climb as last week but this time with the fast lunch ride group. There are a couple small rollers on the way to the hill climb that kind of put the hurt on and dropped several riders. I myself just lost touch with the lead group by about 50' but was able to quickly close the gap after cresting over and descending for a minute. It really is a daily test of egos with these guys and I think that's what I like about this particular group. Today's route has a hill climb finish at the top of the 4 mile category 2 climb and a sprinters finish at the end after a 4 mile descent. I was reluctant to join the group for this route because with the V weighing in at around 27 lbs I figured I wouldn't stand a chance in hell of keeping them in sight.
So we roll into the climb and the group starts to shuffle around with several riders dropping off without even trying to go with the leaders. The lead group is 15 riders strong and with ever short steeper section I feel like I'm going to pop and we lose another rider. With the group down to 10 riders and only about 1/3 of the way up the climb I knew I had reached my limit. I knew if I didn't dial it back then I would have the legs to even make it up the final kickers where I was barely able to balance myself last week. Right as I dropped off I could see 2 more riders barely hanging on for dear life. Soon those two riders dropped off and I caught the first one and he grabbed into my wheel as long as he could but eventually he fell off. At this point one of the riders still in the lead group must have gone critical because he was barely moving and you could hear him uttering some word of disgust, so I said a few word of encouragement between my gasps for air as I went by. I finally caught the one remaining straggler between the lead group and myself. When he saw me pull along side him he stood up and tried to pull away bit I wasn't going to give up the chase so easily. At this point I noticed that the lead group was only about a min ahead but that was a long steep min. Now into the last 1/2 mile and the steepest series of kicker my compatriot was falling apart but with me goading him with "come on man your not going to let the goofy guy on the recumbent beat you up this hill are you?" he rebounded and stuck right on my wheel till we crested the top. One of my favorite things about human powered sports is when I can encourage someone to go that 10% past 100 with just a few words and a challenge.
Now onto the descent I couldn't tell you if I was trying to catch the leaders or if I just want to go fast and risk a little danger but as soon as I crested over the top I lifted my ass off the seat and sprinted down the hill till I ran out of gear. I tucked my arms and legs I and quickly coasted up to 45mph as I swerved left and right though the slight bends in the road. After a min or so I noticed riders ahead of me, 3 riders to be exact. That was all the motivation I needed so with one eye on the road and the other on my garmin I focused on sprinting any time my speed dropped below 37mph on the flatter sections and tucked back in when it got steep again. I could see the 3 riders were rotating and trying to close the gap to whoever was ahead of them but even so I was still closing fast all by myself. I finally caught them at the bottom before the last flat mile to the sprint finish. I promptly accelerated passed them after waiting for a safe spot to pass and then noticed 3 more riders 200' up the road. Well hell I've come this far I may as well catch the final group ahead of me. I picked up my pace a bit more and thanked the final 3 riders for a good ride as I rode pass with a smile. At this point they were fading out of sight from my mirror and I had forgotten about the sprint finish because no one on any of the previous riders would try and catch me. With only a couple hundred yards to go something in my mirror caught my eye and it was my friend Frank in an all out sprint and closing in on me. I quickly shifted up a few gears and gave it all I had for 10 seconds. He closed to within a couple feet of my rear wheel but conceded in the end. We coasted to the stop sign and right before I split off to head my separate way he joking said "you disqualified". He later said I surprised the hell out of the group when I caught them before the end.
There's definitely a small amount of friction among the faster riders of the group toward the odd ball recumbent rider. I don't know if it's just the fact that a totally new unknown rider who can push the pace just started showing up and rocking the boat. It could also be the preconceptions that all recumbents are slow old guys and they don't want to accept that they are wrong. It could also be the fact that I like a good workout and won't cruise into a sprint finish so everyone is fresh to only sprint at the end. Frank is the only rider in the group that knows me from mtbing so he's the most accepting the the group towards me. Today when I went to the front in the last 6miles it was Frank to bought the group back up to me and as I kept the pace at 34mph I could see them working to stay with me as they rotated among each other. As we approached the second to last corner I signaled them to pass because they where all cross wheeling me and each other trying to stay out of the wind and I didn't want them to plow into the back of me when I slowed for the corner. After the corner I could sense a sigh of relief among the group and noticed they weren't going to pick the pace back up so I went around them immediately and watched them drop back as they tried to decide if they wanted to continue the chase. I closed in on my as I rode through the last corner and on the last long strait. I again picked up my pace and I could hear someone in the group yell out "just let him go" so I picked up my effort a little more. with a wheel right in my right ear I could see my HR was already at 179 and for a second I thought that was all I had. Then I reminded myself that no one knows how to dig deeper then a Perez when the going gets tough and it's better to blow up then wonder if you really gave it you all so I pushed even harder. I got it up to around 27mph into a strong 11 o clock wind and I could feel the blood in my legs go cold and then I saw Frank stand up and go for the sprint. I lifted my ass and gave it everything I had but he was able to pull ahead of me by a half a bike length. 184bpm is the first time I've seen over 180 all year and it felt go to push that hard for the first time in a long time.
I'll probably get to ride the V once more this week before head south for my second 24hr solo mtb race of October. One nice thing about CA is there's not such thing as and off season.
Monday
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Tuesday
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