Friday, November 15, 2013
Strava Poaching...PP numero dos
Well it's been a minute since my last post...to catch you up with the last 1.5-2 years. 4 broken helmets, numerous broken bikes and bones and I still can't give it up. Fast forward 1.5-2 years...i'm somewhat healthy going into winter and am keeping it up right. Still feeling the affects of a crash not too long ago, but the crash monkey has been laid to rest once and for all. I'm drinking coffee (black), no more cokes, and drive a diesel truck now...for those of you who are wondering yes, I still piss excellence in the morning. I still eat the little debbie's--they're so good once it hits your lips it's just so good...Will Ferrell anyone. The doctors want me to change my diet for this season, but they lost me at the "no more cheese" phrase. Everything after that was pretty much in one ear and out the other. The quickest way to tune someone out is take a staple out of their diet--danngggg i love me some spicy cheddar. this season i'll be racing for Big Ring Cycling with three other cat 3 guys...some of these guys are beastly strong and i'll be racing with ol' G-Bot again (previous teammate mentioned in earlier blogs). the peach peleton has started up and we are going strava hunting tomorrow. it'd be better if i'd ride more than 4 times a week, but there's time, there's always time. plus, as long as one person claims the strava hill tomorrow my day will be a success...here goes Hog Mountain...
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Macon CX/Savannah CX Day 1 and 2
So as is the custom this year--my body found what is becoming a close personal friend of mine (ASSSPHALT) for a 5th time this year. Gotta be honest we all fall, but geeezzz--can't a guy catch a break without breaking something. Turns out didn't break anything from my 5 mph crash, but I couldn't walk right for 2 days (my left bar end gave me a nice tattoo on my thigh and colored up purple and yellow). Macon CX got me...
Fast forward a week and Linds and I travel down to the live oak city of the south...
We're having a blast and show up to the event and it's on a dirt track for moto's--kool venue.
Day 1 broke down into I just didn't have it...managed 12th, but felt pretty rough from start to finish...too high of tire pressure. My fat butt also on a remount dislodged my seat...if you have ever been down a slide backwards that's what it felt like for 15 minutes when I was trying to go forwards. G-Bot took 2nd and GA Nuero got their first podium of the weekend--(4 in all).
Day 2 woke up and felt great--I could tell I had the legs today...however, harking back to my earlier comment of 'can't a guy catch a break...' crash fest reboot showed up. Started strong felt great, G-Bot got a gap on his own so I was allowed to just sit in and cover--that kid can corner. The course suited me and I never felt like I was in trouble--in truth I sat 3rd wheel most of the day b/c of the covering I was doing. However, with 3/4's of a lap left...this kid in the new wood section decided to be a hero and fell right in front of me...there was nowhere to go and I had 4 guys on my hip immediately ready to pin their ears back. I tried the infamous Big John Stowe bunny hop approach, but really just rode over the top of the d-bag that couldn't keep it upright...the only satisfaction I had was that I maybe crunched his bike when I landed my 1/2 bunny hop attempt. Unfortunately he was able to get back up before me and I was left licking my wounds AGAIN!!!! I really felt I had this one sewn up, but when ever you least expect it and are on a good day your day can be over...6th place is marginal considering it should've been a 1 2 today for GA Nuero...bullocks!!!
on that note--i should probably go check my bike out...you never know, karma's a bitch...
tailwinds,
tcrisp
Fast forward a week and Linds and I travel down to the live oak city of the south...
We're having a blast and show up to the event and it's on a dirt track for moto's--kool venue.
Day 1 broke down into I just didn't have it...managed 12th, but felt pretty rough from start to finish...too high of tire pressure. My fat butt also on a remount dislodged my seat...if you have ever been down a slide backwards that's what it felt like for 15 minutes when I was trying to go forwards. G-Bot took 2nd and GA Nuero got their first podium of the weekend--(4 in all).
Day 2 woke up and felt great--I could tell I had the legs today...however, harking back to my earlier comment of 'can't a guy catch a break...' crash fest reboot showed up. Started strong felt great, G-Bot got a gap on his own so I was allowed to just sit in and cover--that kid can corner. The course suited me and I never felt like I was in trouble--in truth I sat 3rd wheel most of the day b/c of the covering I was doing. However, with 3/4's of a lap left...this kid in the new wood section decided to be a hero and fell right in front of me...there was nowhere to go and I had 4 guys on my hip immediately ready to pin their ears back. I tried the infamous Big John Stowe bunny hop approach, but really just rode over the top of the d-bag that couldn't keep it upright...the only satisfaction I had was that I maybe crunched his bike when I landed my 1/2 bunny hop attempt. Unfortunately he was able to get back up before me and I was left licking my wounds AGAIN!!!! I really felt I had this one sewn up, but when ever you least expect it and are on a good day your day can be over...6th place is marginal considering it should've been a 1 2 today for GA Nuero...bullocks!!!
on that note--i should probably go check my bike out...you never know, karma's a bitch...
tailwinds,
tcrisp
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Savannah Omnium--
So when you think Omnium you typically think three events...my omnium consisted of 2 events. The TT was 17 miles long--that's right it's at the end of February still--17 miles you gotta be kidding me. The crit was killer--2 corners and a sweeping right hand bend in the middle of the course...After 2 laps I got jumpy--I felt the itch and needed to scratch it. I went and clipped along at 30 for half a lap to see if anyone wanted any. 7 Laps later I was still by myself and no one was trying to cross the gap...I hated what I saw--the fire-breathing dragon (the peleton) reared it's head and started to pull me back...it scratched and clawed and finally consumed me and spit me out the backside. I sat on that dragon's weather, torn tale flapping violently with every new attempt to cough up a new attack. Thankfully the dragon kept everyone at bay and with one lap to go,the bunch began to get jumpy. At the start finish I drew my sword one more time and tossed carelessness to the wind--rail this corner and go...3 of us got a gap and with half a lap left we were about to slay that fugly beast. However, my two jump mates jumped me and left me to get swallowed up. Carnage, as usual, ensued...kid taco'd his tubular and my legs began to sear. I out kicked this one kid for 10th. A lot of work for a 10th place finish, but it's there and in the words of Will Ferrell in Old School, "You Know It!"
Sunday's Circuit Course was held on a race track on Hutchinson Island. It was dead pan flat and I was lovin' it. No one could get away and with 3 to go Roundhere Racing sent a boy up the road. The pack seemed content to watch their race dreams wither away...well almost everyone. Not to be out done by good team tactics...I drilled it back at 30+ for over a minute. I began to wonder if I had anything left in the tank. On the backside of the final lap it was make it or break it time and I sat 2nd wheel into the final turn for the drag to the finish. We were running in at 30 mph when a launch went at 320 m out...I jumped on and crossed the line at 39 mph in 3rd place...BOOM!!!!!!!
So when you think Omnium you typically think three events...my omnium consisted of 2 events. The TT was 17 miles long--that's right it's at the end of February still--17 miles you gotta be kidding me. The crit was killer--2 corners and a sweeping right hand bend in the middle of the course...After 2 laps I got jumpy--I felt the itch and needed to scratch it. I went and clipped along at 30 for half a lap to see if anyone wanted any. 7 Laps later I was still by myself and no one was trying to cross the gap...I hated what I saw--the fire-breathing dragon (the peleton) reared it's head and started to pull me back...it scratched and clawed and finally consumed me and spit me out the backside. I sat on that dragon's weather, torn tale flapping violently with every new attempt to cough up a new attack. Thankfully the dragon kept everyone at bay and with one lap to go,the bunch began to get jumpy. At the start finish I drew my sword one more time and tossed carelessness to the wind--rail this corner and go...3 of us got a gap and with half a lap left we were about to slay that fugly beast. However, my two jump mates jumped me and left me to get swallowed up. Carnage, as usual, ensued...kid taco'd his tubular and my legs began to sear. I out kicked this one kid for 10th. A lot of work for a 10th place finish, but it's there and in the words of Will Ferrell in Old School, "You Know It!"
Sunday's Circuit Course was held on a race track on Hutchinson Island. It was dead pan flat and I was lovin' it. No one could get away and with 3 to go Roundhere Racing sent a boy up the road. The pack seemed content to watch their race dreams wither away...well almost everyone. Not to be out done by good team tactics...I drilled it back at 30+ for over a minute. I began to wonder if I had anything left in the tank. On the backside of the final lap it was make it or break it time and I sat 2nd wheel into the final turn for the drag to the finish. We were running in at 30 mph when a launch went at 320 m out...I jumped on and crossed the line at 39 mph in 3rd place...BOOM!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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