Learning Cross

Participated in my second cross race tonight. Made several small technical mistakes (stairs suck) and one large tactical mistake and wound up 3rd to a couple of wily Masters. Hats off to Stack, I didn't think he would be able to hold my wheel on that last attack. Still, no regrets. I raced hard and with great vitality, animating the race with attack after attack. Victory is not far away.

Training Love

Today was a very very good day. When the weather turns angry in Central Texas, many racers run inside to their trainers and rollers, but as a professional cyclist I cannot. I must utilize the Belgium-like conditions of the late fall and winter to build toughness, both in the legs and in the head. So, when the precipitation begins to fall as it did today, I switch over to my custom track bike in order to work on the smooth pedaling motion that will carry me to victory.

Perhaps some others would be less than satisfied with today's outcome, but I myself am quite happy in my heart. I know that today will help me later in the season. Yes, I ran into a difficulty and went down due to the rain and the...how you say...slipperiness? But that was just a little bump at the end of much success in training in power and acceleration. I must have many beautiful accelerations in the spring months if I am to be ready for the competitiveness and vigor of the Fort Davis Hammerfest. I am not too concerned with the cronometro (TT), that is for the specialists.

Ready

new bike
Originally uploaded by FrontFlipNick

New steed is complete.

-'99 Ti Merckx built by Litespeed
-Reynolds Ouzo Pro fork
-Chorus/Record build.
-Ksyrium SL wheels.
-Deda cockpit (Newton bars, Zero stem).
-Syncros Ti seatpost
-Flite Ti seat
-Stainless King cages
-Look Keo Carbon pedals

So far, I'm pretty happy. I'll probably switch out the saddle w/one of my Terry Flys. And the wheels might get swapped out soon since the front one suffered a gouge in the brake surface (Whenever I go on a ride w/Ben, we wind up offroad somehow). Only problem now is I don't have time to ride unless I want to take her downtown to work...

Thoughts on Shaving

For many in the road peleton, there are certain unbreakable rules that one must follow in order to be considered a worthy, reliable racer. And to a certain extent reliability is very very important. Sure, when you're riding along at 45+kph, separated on 2-4 sides by a cushion of air 6-18 inches wide from your fellow racers, you want to be able to trust that those fellows won't do anything silly that might cause you to crash and possibly muss up your splendid livery.

Yet a racer, if he is truly to be considered great, must never be afraid to distinguish himself from the herd. In fact, he should seek out opportunities to personalize and define his style whenever possible. For this reason, I choose to break with my teammates and convention by not ritualistically shaving my legs to a smooth sheen every night of the racing season. My hair is a sign of my overpowering masculinity, and no blade will ever touch it. It keeps my legs warm and muscles supple through the long months of winter training, and during the scorching heat of the main Texas season, it keeps the cooling sweat from running off before it can do its job.

All too often pale, sickly-looking riders in loose-fitting jerseys will come up to me and ask why I don't shave. In the event of a crash, they argue, bare legs will resist infection and heal faster. Riding with this mentality, this planning ahead for wrecks, is cowardly and unromantic. To them I reply, "Get on the front, and don't worry about crashing! If my tubular comes unglued because of a lazy mechanic or my chain snaps due to the overwhelming force of my finishing sprint; the rich, pure Basque blood that courses through my veins mend my wounds without fail!" A racer thinks of nothing but the beauty of victory and the warm embrace of glory. He has no time for what-ifs.

The only acceptable argument I've heard for shaving one's legs for the sport of cycling has to do with style, and this is the main argument put forth by my teammates. Specifically, "Shaving one's legs is traditional, and it allows your fans to better see and marvel at your sculpted leg muscles." I must say, this makes a whole lot of sense to me, and I've almost been swayed several times. Yet in the end, I know I will never mar the precious mane. It is part of my identity, I draw power and inspiration from its manly beauty. If other riders in the peleton see my hair and label me a Freddie, that's okay. Their viewpoint will soon change as their bare legs are destroyed by my constant attacks and overpowering good looks.

Race Report

Despite having very good sensations in the legs and riding with a beautiful and dazzling panache, I was foiled in my first foray into the world of cyclocross by the simple fact that I am neither a mountain-biker nor a bum. Translation: I got lost on the hike-n-bike trail.

Sometimes a truly romantic racer has to sacrifice precious moments that might be better spent memorizing the race bible when the tifosi and podium girls are calling his name. I am without regrets.

It Begins...For Real...

So, after possibly going a little overboard on the consumption of vices (very very important in the life of a truly romantic European racer), I'm going to test out the legs tonight in a brief local cross race. In order to give the local Freddies a sporting chance and also maximize my own style, I'll be riding a vintage road bike instead of the usual clumsy, knobby-tired, cantilever-equipped (basically flat-out ugly) cyclocross bike. A true racer doesn't need anything wider than a 23c tyre to cushion any bumps the parcours might throw his way.

new steed coming soon...

!!!! Campy Chorus 10 everything except the chain (Veloce) and the BB cups (Record). Deda bars/stem

It Begins...

Well, barring some unforeseen miracle, I'm not going be completing the Hugel this year. Too many distractions, not enough preparation. Still, it's November, and that means it's time to start up training (slowly) for the coming race season. I hope to peak around Fort Davis and podium the hill climb and hopefully the road race as well. This shouldn't be too hard despite the lack of adequate, Ventoux-like mountains in the Austin area - as long as I don't push too hard and get sick like last year.

For the first time in my life, I'll be riding a bike that isn't made of steel, which material as everyone knows is the ultimate in romance and tradition. This makes me a little sad. Still, nothing says ULTRA like titanium, and I'm hoping the Eddy Merckx decals will make up enough in the R & T department. We'll see. My new Campy Chorus groupset arrives on Monday or Tuesday. Build pictures to follow...