Monday, June 30, 2014

2014 Rockwell Relay Race Recap, Part V: Please Sir, May I Have Some'or?

Jen did awesome!

Meeting up with the Infinite Pain Train near the end of Cedar Canyon, she latched onto the group and came roaring into the exchange area sporting a big smile.

Insert your deity here only knows how we managed to maneuver through the most pissed off, inconsiderate and general barbarian like motorists that plague the roads of the municipality known as Cedar City.

Seriously, those drivers are farving awful; one cyclist even got hit, and we were buzzed more times than I get buzzed in a month in Salt Lake City. I have family down there so I hate to say it, but in terms of safety downtown Cedar City is one of the worst places to ride your bike in the entire state of Utah.

 Just treat every motorist like they want to KILL you and you might make it out OK, but I digress....

After surviving the mean streets of Cedar, we hammered our way up Iron Mountain.

The legs were feeling phenomenal for having already ridden 112 miles on 30 minutes of sleep, and as the lightest member of the group I set pace on the climb. We managed to stay in a group of 4, adding a few stragglers along the way.

After the climb up Iron Mountain, the descending and rolling hills into Enterprise were a blast. With a change in direction and a tailwind at our backs, we cruised.

In the last 10 miles, only one other Infinite rider and I were taking solid pulls. The rest of the now 8 person group was just hanging on, which would be just fine if they didn't keep coming to the front and slowing the pace from the 25-28mph range to a 20-24mph pace.

There were a few attempts to explain the importance of staying out of the work zone, so that the big boys could complete the task at hand faster.

A few snark comments about "trying to win the stage," or "splitting the group on purpose" resulted in an exchange of very eloquently phrased responses.

I assure you the exchanges were along the lines of "Sir, if you'd like to suck my wheel please have the courtesy not to gripe about the speed. I so would love to finish this leg sooner than later."

In which the weak replied "Please sir, may I have some'or?"

At least have the dignity to drop out of the pace line without complaining, man. (To be fair, it was only 2 guys who complained, none of the Infinite crew)

Dropped the wheel-suckers in the last mile.

Which set Perry up in a perfect position to defend our finishing position....

Friday, June 27, 2014

2014 Rockwell Relay Race Recap, Part IV: That's Beautiful Man

Perry was off on his 36 mile, leg 8 from Henrieville to Panguitch. Essentially in no man's land with the Intermountain Team 10 minutes ahead and the next closest riders some 10 minutes back, he'd be alone the entire time.

After starting  his last leg at nearly 100 degrees, he'd have the coldest leg of the entire race. We saw the temperature drop down to 31! That's a bigger swing than a baseball player at a steroid convention.

Along the way, I actually managed to sleep for awhile, only to be awaken by the deep burnings of a digestion system gone awry. The next 24 hours would be the gastrointestinal equivalent of Dante's Inferno. 

I became particularly keen at locating bathrooms. For whatever cruel reason, every bathroom at every gas station from Moab to St. George had only one stall. I became well versed in the art of bathroom line conversation.

Leg 8 and 9 are arguably the most scenic legs of the race, transitioning from a red rock desert landscape around Bryce Canyon and Red Canyon into the aspen trees and pines surrounding Panquitch.

Truly an underrated part of the state, and with a full moon still hovering and the morning sun waking up the valley, there were more than a few moments to take everything in. That's beautiful man. 

Eric had a solid leg 9, and enjoyed the fresh new pavement, steep climbs and wicked fast descent along the way to Duck Creek. This is the leg for that makes being rider one worth it.

Jen was off with her last leg, a leg I'm a bit jealous of as she had one of the best descents ever with Cedar Canyon. It's an incredibly fast descent on perfect pavement, big flowing sweepers and a set of s-turns with perfectly matched banks. Magnifique!

It's literally so awesome it makes you call out in French.

She also did an incredible job in catching on, and staying on with the Infinite Pain Train (The group of 3 Infinite Cycles team Perry and I had each ridden with earlier). This  would prove to be invaluable along the final two legs.

Awaiting for her in Cedar, I was ready to smash out my last 43 miles. Uncertainty lingered, and would my legs pull through after the hurt that'd been put on on Legs 1 and 2.

Monday, June 23, 2014

2014 Rockwell Relay Race Recap, Part III: This is Just a Tribute

***Important Clarification****
In my last installment, I briefly mentioned we left my mom to descend down boulder mountain with arm warmers and a jacket. Well, that was lie. Apparently she actually only had a vest and arm-warmers, and in the sub 40 degree descent she totally froze, reaching near hypothermia when she rolled into Boulder. Tough lady huh? She definitely had the toughest legs to deal with. 


Team Intermountain Live Well riders Dustin Nielson and Manny Cypers had the greatest and best leg 7 in the world.  (You should probably listen to this song while you read or none of this will make any sense, skip ahead to 1 minute in).

It just so happened to be, the best leg 7 in the world; it was the best leg in the world! You gotta' believe me, and I wish you were there, not just a matter of opinion as STRAVA proves it.

STRAVA KOM leaders for scale.

A long long time ago (one week),
on mile 1 of my 2nd 56 mile leg,
I was cruising up a long and lonesome Highway 12 road.

Then all of the sudden,
there shined a shiny speed demon,
in the middle of the road.

And I said,
"Can I hop on with you guys....I'll work."

Well Many and Dustin
they looked at each other
and they each said, OK.

And they crushed the first climb without a thought in their heads (beside we'll probably drop this punk), and then the descent just happened to be the (2nd best) descent in the world;
it was nearly the best descent in the world.

STRAVA For Scale (And no my heart-rate didn't go up to 232bmp, silly Garmin)

Look into my eyes and its easy to see
1 and 1 make 2, 2 and 1 make 3;
 it was destiny. 

Once every couple times a year or so
when the blood doth pump, and the legs doth flow, and the tires doth ro-ooolll,
I can push out enough threshold power to hang on with the fast guys. (I know that last part didn't rhyme)

Needless to say,
they were stunned I actually held on.
They asked, "Be you a Men's Competitive Racer?",
and I said "Nay",
I am but a Co-Ed competitive participant.

And we rockeed on!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah, Ohhh,
whoah, ah-whoah-oh!

But mine was not,
the greatest leg 7 in the world.
No, it was just a tribute.

Couldn't remember to pedal faster,
no, no!
I lost them at mile 43 near the top of the big climb.

Needles to say, the legs were done.
Cramp, cramp, ouch,
and the body was stunned.

I asked the full moon,
"Be they angels?"
And they said "Nay, we are but men."
Rock on.

And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the my last 2 miles and final descent on that fateful night  didn't actually go anything like theirs did.
I lost 10 minutes in 13 miles!

So surprised to find you can't put any power down,
that's a BONK;
All right! All right!

And this was not the greatest Leg 7 recap in the world,
this was just a tribute.

Couldn't remember how to do the greatest leg 7 recap in the world,
no, this was just a tribute.

Friday, June 20, 2014

2014 Rockwell Relay Race Recap, Part II: Is There an Essential Oil for Headwind?

The beginning of leg three started with the deceivingly nasty climb. The wind had split up the group so much that I was in no man's land nobody  except for a few riders passed shortly after the exchange.

The headwind was strong but manageable, but after roughly 25 miles of solo time trialing my support crew let me know that the closest person was about 15 minutes in front of me. At that point I was very discouraged and motivation took a dive.

"Is there an essential oil for headwind?"


You would think they'd have that though right?

Anyway I took some time to slow down to eat and drink, and just to my luck a group of three guys approached. Having been working together they'd been going faster than I can go by myself at 260+ W average over the first 25 miles. It's a long race, I didn't really want to burn myself yet.

(Yes the big W, Watts. I have been demoing a power meter for work at This SRM power meter way more than an amateur like me would ever need, but a very cool tool for training and racing. Most advantageous for pacing on hard efforts.)

Back in a bunch I could be down to 150 avg. W  while drafting, recovering and saving all kinds of energy and putting out better efforts on the front. Unfortunately one of the members of our group got a flat tire and our group was reduced to three. We weren't exactly fast.

Soon after  we were caught from by behind by the Infinite Cycles "Pain Train" of four strong dudes. That was a great group to be with and we cruised through the last part of this leg despite the headwind, tailwind, crosswind, circular gusts of wind.

A few gusts just about knocked me off the road, and you had to stay very sturdy and the drops to maintain. Temperatures hovered near 100, much water and First Endurance EFS was consumed, and cramping muscles were kept at bay.

The Infinite guys were a little bigger than me, great for pushing it out of the flats but not so great for climbing. I dropped them on the climb, partially because I just wanted to be done and partially because descending with a group didn't sound all that fun in the wind.

I rolled up to the exchange at a time of 2 hours and 44 minutes, an average of 20.6 mph over 56 miles. Not lightning fast by any means but certainly respectable.

We were still in fourth place behind Team Fatty-WBC and another two teams. I wasn't sure if we had gained a little time back or had just limited the losses. The podium looked to be a long shot.

Perry was off on his leg with a long gradual climb through a beautiful canyon and then along a long straightaway to the next exchange in Hanksville.

Eventually the Infinite pain train caught up to Perry, and he worked well with the group. This group really cruised fast to the exchange, a bit too fast for Eric who wasn't quite ready when the train arrived.

The man's got a certain routine O.K, and Perry is just too damn fast!

Equipped with a lights but no safety vest Eric was off into the dusk.

We caught up to them on the first real climb of leg 5.

With the skills of seasoned team directors, we slowed the car next to him while Perry did his best to get a reflective vest around Eric. He sort of got the dollar store quality vest around him in a crisscross pattern of interesting character.

Let's just say we could tell which rider was ours.

Eric also worked really well with the Infinite Pain Train and they stayed together for the whole leg.

Sleep would've been nice on this leg, but most of the time I just tired to calm my mom down about another ride in the wind.

That first leg scarred her a bit emotionally, and she just didn't want to go out if there was to be anymore wind. Naturallythe tents at the exchange shook with all the same devious forces from earlier in the day. She's a trooper with the heart of a lion and set off into the night anyway.

The climb over Boulder Mountain at night is truly incredible. Giant pine along the winding road, the night sky lit up by a full moon and ferocious winds made the scenery truly amazing.

Jen finally started to enjoy bike riding again once she got into the rhythm of the climb. She worked alone but sometimes that's how she rides best.

At some point Perry Eric and I fell asleep on the side of the road and we almost lost her, but after a brief panic we got back in touch.

Near the summit we left her with fresh water to get to the finish, but the temperature dropped to almost 40°. She'd be very cold, but at least she had a jacket and arm warmers.

Once we were at the exchange in Boulder I got my bike and my lights ready with a killer Light and Motion setup from Eric. My lumen count totaled somewhere around 2300, perfect for staying safe on the harrowing descents on Highway 12.

It was two or three in the morning at that point and all I really wanted was coffee. I downed a Starbucks double shot and was amped with that to get going.

The Infinite Pain train rolled through ahead of us, but their next riders were all asleep. (Apparently this happened a few times to them. I love those guys and their fun to race with but there's a running joke at the Utah Crit Series that every time Infinite gets in a break, you can plan on Infinite chasing itself down. They're a great team with a bunch of cool guys, but they sure like to beat themselves.)

I saw my moms lights come rolling in, I set off and happened to notice that there were two very fit looking Intermountain Live well guys behind me.

Wasn't sure what to expect on the 56 mile leg on Highway 12, but with a full moon at my back and a brightly lit road in front, it was off into parts unknown.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

2014 Rockwell Relay Race Recap, Part I: Of Wind

A note: Started my first "real" job at Competitive Cyclist a few weeks back, and have become much busier than I've grown accustomed to. Have been neglecting writing, but thought a good old fashioned race recap would be the best way to get started.

Team Crankenstein was back for another go at the Rockwell Relay, A 525 mile Relay from Moab to St. George.

After a 3rd place finish last year, we were hungry to get on the podium again in the Co-Ed Competitive division.

Eric, the angry bike mechanic and gorilla chested man would be our first rider this year, swapping legs with me to keep things fresh.

Jennifer, my super mom often mistaken for my girlfriend, would be our 2nd rider again.

Yours truly, a strapping young lad with calves of a god and toys of a pro, would be our 3rd rider.

New to the team was our 4th leg rider, Perry. A strong, fashionable, nearly middle aged chap with a knack for wearing jorts and finding classy pasta establishments.

After a night at the Lazy Lizard Hostel and cold oatmeal for breakfast, we gathered  in our compact and efficient Subuaru-Kuat Rack-Thule Box chariot of glory, and sent Eric off at 9am.

Eric hung with the leaders for a while, but the fierce headwind quickly splintered the groups. Though it was not as hot as last year, the wind was relentless.

Eric finished his first leg in 3 hours 30 minutes, a more than respectable time. Behind 3 teams in the Co-Ed division yes, but with that wind it was all about survival.

After a dropped exchange of the slap bracelet (blame the wind), Jen was off for a 45 mile leg. A 45 mile leg straight into what can only be described as a dust storm the likes of which hasn't been seen since Tatooine (Star Wars reference anyone???).

Trees shook in the dust storm's path, car doors were nearly impossible to open, dust barraged the side of our vehicle; and we were all just a bit worried for Jen.

She held on for about 10 miles with a fast group that was shredded soon after by the pace. We handed fresh bottles and words of encouragement, but her face and body language were in anguish and despair.

She was absolutely hating it, and let us know. Afterward she said all she wanted was to be hit by a car so should could quit. Nothing serious, maybe just a brush by a slow moving RV and a trip to the hospital for a broken collar bone. She hated her bike, she hated this race and just wanted to quit. It was that bad.

The conditions were truly horrendous; not the kind of weather one should ever try to ride a bike in, but that's the nature of the beast that is the Rockwell Relay.

Of course she kept going being the warrior that she is, but I think that 45 miles may have been the most difficult riding she's ever done. Absolutely mentally draining and physically exhausting. 

We left her with fresh bottles with 7 miles to go, so that I could get ready for my first leg.

I met her with a mile left to go to the finish. She was not in a good place, but I knew after she realized what an insane accomplishment it was to even finish that leg she'd be just fine.

After that nightmare, I was off for  56 mile leg into the wind.

All by myself, in no man's land.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

My Team

As a newcomer to bike racing last season, I was alone.

Sure there were other riders and a lot of new friends, but as far as really being apart of anything, I was alone.

There were many friends in the bunch, but each race was a solo effort, benefiting or suffering solely from my own decisions and efforts.

In the fall, things changed after joining the SaltCylce-INTELITECHS racing team.

Why join a young and relatively new team; the underdogs of the Utah Cycling Association? What appealed to me was the individual makings of the group; like minded, young, strong and dedicated cyclists.

It wasn't just a move to join a team for the sake of not being alone, it was a move to connect and race with people like me, and I was immediately welcomed into the family.

I had known the team president Tom, from a very painfully long ride earlier in the year. He was a strong crit rider and a really nice guy. I'd also learned  from experience with other team members that SaltCyle-INTELITECHS really possessed a unique culture.

It was an easy decision.

Throughout fall and winter, I rarely had to ride alone. From group rides on Saturday, to meeting up with a teammate or two for ride up Emigration or to the Marina, there was always a friendly group of riders to meet up with.

Team members helped me discover new routes and roads around the Salt Lake Valley, and kept my motivation high for training through the winter. Sometimes we had to ride inside, but a few "trainer parties" at least helped in sharing our suffering.

A few of us did some riding in St. George together, highlighted by a 110 mile day to Zion Canyon and back. Our pace-line worked like clockwork; sharing pulls, playfully attacking each other on the climbs, and stopping for a much needed coffee break at the base of the canyon.

We finally raced at Valley of Fire in February, where I found just how valuable a team was.

Together we traveled, stayed in the same hotels, went to dinner, hung out at the races and joined in the general shenanigans and tomfoolery involved when a gaggle of lycra clad amateurs seeks to hammer each other into the ground.

Our squad tried to have any sort of an impact in the 3/4s, but were really no match for the strong group of racers. Ultimately Keaton finished fairly well and nobody crashed, so it was a success.

 And then I lost touch with my team.

Suffering from on overuse injury for 6 weeks, I was on the couch.

No bike, no team, no fun.

Inactivity, my own unfathomable form of suffering.

I was frustrated, angry, depressed and in despair. The training all winter was for naught, my fitness declined as race day after race down went by.

Eventually working my way out of this funk, a crucial motivator was a desire to race with my team again.

Fitness is coming back, weight is dropping off and my first day back to racing is within sight.

There is a great desire to join the ranks of my team once again, to help my teammates reach their goals and find and shatter my own personal barriers as well.

It was eye opening how being away from something forces you to identify how valuable the thing was.

I need my team.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Back on Snow

Yesterday was the first day on snow since like what.....mid February?

Jeez, things have changed!

After spending 4 weeks nearly exclusively inside with a Achilles injury, getting out in to the mountains again was the best medicine ever. Both mentally and physically, since yesterday morning at Park City I'm feeling refreshed, energized and focused in a way I haven't felt since racing at Valley of Fire.

Eric and I hiked Jupiter Peak a few times, with the highlight of the day being among the first 10 to reach the summit. We were treated to creamy untouched powder towns from top to bottom, whooping and hollering the whole way down.

I had missed that!

Yesterday I also registered for LOTOJA, this year opting to race in the much faster and more challenging CAT 3/4 group. Keaton, a friend and teammate from SaltCycle-INTELITECHS will be joining me this year, and I'm seriously looking forward to training and racing together.

A big case of nerves comes as a side-dish, per usual for events such as this. Challenges, questions and doubts all swirl in your head when faced with the challenge ahead, but this is part of the allure of such an event.

It's not something you can take lightly, and few can just show up and race for 200 miles. It takes dedicated planning, time, commitment and sacrifice to prepare one's body for one 9 hour day of racing. Success is only possible through commitment and meticulous preperation for months leading up to the event.

April is the time to begin that journey.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Touring in The Tushars: Part Two (sortof)

Checking out from a life focused on bike, skis, and the outdoors over the last month has been a horrendous experience. It has become very clear that constant physical activity and motion outside is required to live with any balance. When finally healed from this injury, there will be stronger commitment and appreciation to the lifestyle that brings happiness.

I've been meaning to finish this story for over a month or so now. It's been something to hold on to, an untold tale of fun and adventure; something to look forward to.

Words are a bit hard to come by at the moment, and pictures of our touring in the Tushar Mountains speak for themselves really. There's also a short edit from Go-Pro footage of some turns. The skiing is certainly no where near the level it once was, but it's still enjoyable all the same.

Tushar Trip from Trevor Jackson on Vimeo.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Valley of Fire Stage 3: Road Race

The road race for the Valley of Fire Stage Race finished 2 weeks ago, and since that finish it's been a very tough 2 weeks.

The road race was the final nail in the coffin for a very painful overuse type injury in my right achilles heel. I haven't been able to ride my bike, ski or even walk without pain since this race. This has made life very dull and depressing, especially considering all the work put in over the winter to race, and now not even being able to do so.

It's not certain when I'll be back on my bike as achilles heels are a bit tricky to rehab, and racing again seems as far out as it was back in December. For now lets finish this race report and the Touring in the Tushars Recap.

Team Results:

Full USA Cyling Results Here

It was a tough race for everyone, and unfortunately the team wasn't able to snag any outstanding results we were looking for.

The SaltCycle-Intelitechs Cat 4 women finished their first race experience strongly, with Kate snagging a solid 13th place finish in the road race and 12th in the general classification. More importantly Kate, Annette, and Ashley finished their first race, and have a lot to look forward to this season.

In the Cat 5s Joergen suffered a two flat tires late in the race, and with a shorter course didn't quite have enough road to catch back on to the leaders for a second time. After finishing 11th in the road race and the overall standings, it's unfortunate he didn't have a chance to battle again with the winner, but that's bike racing.

In the Cat 3/4s Keaton, the team leader, finished 11th in a group sprint with the leading group. Paul was only a minute behind finishing in 22nd, while the rest of the team was well behind at 5 minutes back. Anson, Alex and I finished 38, 40 and 41 of 62 finishers, respectively. In the general classification Keaton would be our top finisher at a respectable 16th. Not quite the result we were looking for, but solid nonetheless considering the competitive field and the first race of the year for us.

The Masters 35+ cat 1-4 was a tough place to be for Dustin, the only Cat 4 amidst an elite group of masters including previous national champions. Dustin showed true grit and pure willpower to finish the road race. Hey may have finished at the back of the pack, but he worked harder than anyone else on the road that day.

The Pro/1/2/3 race was break away happy from the start. Dan and Richard were in the mix with the breakaway action, but the difficult efforts eventually took their toll. Richard and Dan would finish 20th and 33rd in the road race, with Richard finishing 16th overall in the GC.

Trevor's Cat 3/4 Race Recap:

Rolling out from the hotel my right heel was sore.

Sore on the down stroke, sore across the bottom, and sore on the way back up..."HEY! It doesn't hurt at the top!"

Left foot.

Right foot.

Pain 3/4s around. I'll be fine!

Ibuprofen, icy hot, and stubbornness seemed like sure fire way to cure achilles heel pain instantly. Stubbornness especially, I was going to do this road race.

The weather was perfect, the start was mellow and the SaltCycle-Intelitechs team, with Anson on the front, was establishing the speed of the pack on the first climb out of town. All was well.

The turn to the Valley of Fire was made, all hell broke lose on a fist to the gut type of an incline, and racing was on...sort of.

Keaton and Paul were near the front, I was floundering near the back of the lead group, and Anson and Alex were behind in a "chase" group that caught back on shortly after the punchy climb.

There were lots of accelerations, there were lulls, but no breakaways and we were only 15 miles into a 70 mile race.

The pace ramped up heading into the  climb out of the valley, and Paul and I lost contact with the group. After seeing stars and questioning my life choices up the climb, I found myself in no man's land between the leaders and everyone else.

A good time to ease up, eat, drink and wait up for some people to chase with as trying to catch the leaders alone sounded stupid.

Soon I was with a group of 6 riders, developing into a rolling paceline chasing vigorously along the long descent to the flats and the turnaround.

Eventually Anson, Paul and Alex caught up to us with their large chase group, which was fantastic news for our dysfunctional group. Can't say it was a pleasure riding in my group, with a lot of yelling at each other and general surging & angst.

We did catch the lead group right at the turnaround point, and all the accelerations and chasing of the day seemed ridiculous as the group was essentially the same as at the starting line.

Heading back to the climb, Paul and Anson worked their magic through the peloton. Once again the entire SaltCycle team was on the front, Anson in tow and setting the pace.

Sure enough as soon as the incline increased, an attack was sent on the left. Keaton and Paul being the savvy racers they are, followed it.

With my heel screaming at me, and I couldn't respond to the acceleration. Anson wasn't responding either, so we stayed at the front and tried to block as much road as possible.

This actually worked pretty well at slowing the response of the peloton to the attack. It was a highlight for me to kick the hornets nest and crack a sly smile to all the yelling and cursing that ensued.

At that point, the race was essentially over for Alex, Anson and I and we just made are way up the climb at a brisk pace with others who failed to catch the acceleration.

This wasn't all that fun either, with constant bickering and barking of demands and instruction by a certain team from a certain city known for its gambling.

We weren't the least bit disappointed when we happened to lose touch with them on the descent into the valley.

Through the Valley of Fire a second time, my heel really started to cause problems. No change in pedal stroke, saddle position, or heel position could lessen the constant pain with every pedal stroke.

We were still cruising pretty briskly, and it was absolute hell. Alex and Anson graciously took extra pulls when I struggled to come through to do my share of the work.

I wanted nothing more than to get off my bike.

Only with their help was I able to make it through those last 15 miles.

The finish came, I got off my bike and we drove home.

Two weeks later, I want nothing more than to get on my bike.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Valley of Fire Stage 2: Crit

Wrapping up another great day of racing here in Overton, Nevada.

The 2nd day of the Valley of Fire Stage Race brought on a fast and fun 0.9 mile crit course. The Men Cat 5 and Women Cat 4 raced for 30 minutes, the Masters 35+ and Men Cat 3/4 racing for 45 minutes, and the Men Pro 1,2,3 cat raced for one hour.

Team Update:

The SaltCycle-Intelitechs team put in some great efforts and snagged some solid results in every category, and most importantly everyone was able to finish safely.

Annette, Ashley, and Kate all had a great first experience with crit racing. Kate was able to hang on with the main group until the end, and it was a great learning experience and a new perspective of what to focus on in training.

In the Men Cat 5, Joergen snagged another 2nd place finish. He was just shy of winning on a solo breakaway, but wasn't quite able to stay away. With only a few seconds off of the leaders overall time, he sits in a great position to take the overall win with a successful road race tomorrow. We're just hoping he can upgrade quickly so he can race with the Cat 4s!

Dustin was faced with a very daunting task of hanging on with the Masters super combined 35+ 1,2,3,4 racers. He hung in there tough but suffered a flat tire, and couldn't quite recover enough to catch on to the blistering pace.

In the Cat 3/4s, Keaton and Paul finished with the main sprint group, with Keaton snagging a 7th place finish. A very respectable result for his first crit as a CAT 4. Keaton was a last minute addition to the team, and we're sure stoked to have him on board! Looking forward to seeing his continued success this season.

The Pro, 1,2,3 race was super fast with lots of daring breakaways that could never quite get away. They were in the mix the entire race, with Richard finishing 5th and Dan finishing 9th, respectively. 
Keaton and Paul sticking together through the first corner.

Yours truly in the first corner, hanging on for dear life.

Paul in the corner.

Me in  the corner.

Trevor's Race Report: 

For me, this crit was seriously the most insane bike racing I've ever experienced. From the start, it was guns out, blazing fast. 10 minutes in I was seriously doubting my ability to hold the pace, and sitting at the back wasn't helping either with the extreme accordion effect after every corner. There was one corner where I went from as slow as 19mph to as fast as 32 mph, and I knew I had to move up or I would be toast.

Luckily I still had the energy to move up a dozen places or so, and shortly after avoided 3 crashes in one lap. Alex and Anson weren't so lucky, and were caught behind these crashes which essentially ended their race.

When you're going that fast, everything really becomes a blur with all focus on maintaining position, speed and avoiding crashes.

The main highlight of the race for me came with 6 laps to go. With a slowed pace for a moment, I saw an opportunity to move up from about 40th position to the front. It actually didn't take much effort to get all the way into 6th position heading into the last corner, and after a smooth transition to the final straightaway, I was feeling strong enough to launch an attack.

It was a suicidal attack and I knew it, but the opportunity to jump out in front and show off the new team kit was just too good.

Though my 1/2 lap of fame was short and ended after popping in the headwind, it was a super good time and an awesome experience in such a fast crit and large field.

This would prove to be the end of the race for me, as after such a hard effort I was only able to hang on for dear life for the final 4 laps. I did finish with the main group, but at the very very far back in 44th position.

Overall, I was satisfied with the effort. A lot of progress has been made from last season to this one, and with more experience I hope to be able to put myself in better position to do well in these high speed crit races.

Strava profile of the last few laps of the Crit.  The last lap was really fast with a 28.5 average. While on the 5th Lap I was able to get my average heart rate to 192 bmp!! That was due to a 1/2 lap solo breakaway and the ensuing explosion.