Last weeks group rides were the perfect buildup for this past weekends Iowa Road Race State Championships hosted in West Branch, Iowa by
ICCC. Tuesday and Thursday were both fairly intense with high speeds, breakaways, and all out sprints which really helped me get ready for the race on Saturday. Dinner Friday was perfect, breakfast on Saturday was perfect,
Cannondale SystemSix was perfect, and I was feeling great. BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!!!!
The Cat. 4 race was a 2 lap race and was scheduled to start at 10:30 a.m. with a field of 48 riders I believe. Laps were 27 miles long made up mostly of rollers with a couple of steeper climbs to really test the legs. It was mostly sunny with temps in the low 80s and predicted to climb into the low 90s. No big deal. The first few miles were a neutral rollout to get us all through town safely and then we were let loose. I spent the first five miles or so around the middle of field to get a feel for how everyone was doing and to see who was going to attempt to control the race. It looked like the
DICE team had 7 or 8 riders in the field and they quickly went to the front to test the field a bit. Quick accelerations followed by some decelerations are pretty much the norm to stretch the group out on the hills although it didn't look to be doing much damage so we went into temp mode after about five miles or so. I moved my way to the front of the group to see what I could do and was quickly welcomed by an attack which I promptly chased down. Shortly after that, two more guys tried to get away but I was not having that either and reeled them back in. There were about 6 or 7 of us on front, some doing some hard pulls, some chasing down attempted breaks, and others started playing team tactics rather early. DICE was actually doing a really good job of controlling the speeds of the group and getting their own guys off the front but, everyone else was also working well to drag them back. They had a solo rider stay off the front for a couple of miles but, the pacing of Gary McNabb from TwoBee brought him back very nicely. After that I moved back to the front and did some pacing for a couple of miles with one of the DICE guys and everything started to calm back down. Rounding a right hander brought us to a river valley that saw us get speeds into the mid-40s, cross the bridge, and then climb back out of the valley with speeds in the mid to upper-teens. Nice climb. That was about the 17 mile mark on the first lap and at about the halfway point of the climb I heard one of the worst things a racer wants to hear.....air leakage....and yes it was my tire. Front tire to be exact and at the worst possible point on the course. I moved off the front of the group to get to the follow vehicle and my spare wheel. A quick change was good as was the push from the driver but, the 20 miles of chasing pretty much sucked.
I kept the group in sight all the way to the end of the first lap, where DQ yelled at me to relax, but I lost them as I took the turns through town and got back to the county highway. I could tell that their pace had gone up due to all of the stragglers that I could see as I crested each of the hills. I continues on chase mode for the first ten miles of the second lap picking up rider after rider hoping that one of them would jump on to help me out with the pacing. Unfortunately, each of the guys that I was catching were the same guys that I was working with to set the pace early on and they all said that they were cooked. So I just kept chasing down the next "carrot" until I arrived at the top of the hill from where my flat tire had happened and then I was ready to just roll back to the finish. This is however where I looked back and saw a couple of guys chasing behind me but, I could not tell who they were or which category they were racing so I continued on although it was now more of a survival mode to stay ahead of these two rather than chase down anyone else, didn't see anyone else ahead anyways. With ten miles to go to the finish I gave it all that I could to make an attempt at salvaging anything from this race and stayed away until I hit about four miles to go and heard them get behind me and sit on my wheel. No problem, I'll jump on back and at least get to ride to the finish with someone.
I asked a simple question...
"Are you guys 4s?" (meaning Cat. 4s) and stuck out four fingers on my left hand for a visual aid.
After a brief pause the response from one of them was
"Three".
I figured that I would just let them go by, since we are not supposed to work with other categories, and continue on. As they came around I looked at their bib numbers and noticed that not only were they on the same team but, both numbers were in the 200s which meant that they were Cat. 4s.....
WTF?!?!?!? Why lie about something like that when all three of us are probably towards the back of the finishing order? Fine, I thought. Two of you and one of me with five miles to go so I'll just sit back here and we'll have some fun at the line since I had so much help getting my sprint ready this week I figured that I might as well get to use it. They were not about to let me sit there and do nothing so they began to try to drop me off the back. It started out pretty good with a single attack, which I reeled right back in, followed by another and then another. Of course, each time I reeled the attacker in, his teammate let me pull him back too and then attacked himself. Good strategy. Finally one of them attacked on a hill and I did my own little attack to drop the teammate off my wheel, which worked. The attacker had a 300 meter gap on me and I crept up on him in stealth mode by keeping the cranks spinning, and sat on his wheel for about 1200 meters until we came to the last little rise towards the finish and the sign stating that there was 1km to go. At about 500 meters to go, his speed dropped off a couple of mph and I quickly jumped to the left side of the road and went to the finish solo for 30th place. 30th place!!!!!!!!!! I had to fight off team tactics for 30th place after a 32 mile solo ride!!!!! Pretty good stuff in hindsight but, I still hate being lied to. It was good to know that I still had the energy at the end too after my solo ride.
Quite honestly I'm still bummed about the results but, there is nothing that could have been done differently. Everything was perfect all week leading up to the race, I was feeling as good as I ever have, and the race itself was going exactly the way I wanted it to up to the point of my flat tire. What can you do? Live to fight another day I guess.