Once again I'm out and about traveling for the fall cyclocross season. Like usual there is a lot of ground to cover in the van but this year there will also be some flying added to the mix. I'm super excited to experience China, attend the very last Cross Vegas, and head home and race the home UCI weekend in Boulder all while driving east to race the events focused there.
It seems that every year cross season begins earlier than the year prior. I have no complaints, by late summer I’m more than ready to hang up my fat tires and pinned downhills for lots of pedaling and ten foot wide courses. After a well-earned summer at home teaching kids and racing locally the thrill of loading up the van and heading to less familiar ground once again becomes appealing. Starting the season off on another continent definitely took the concept of new places up a notch.
Aside from the jet lag, air quality, and racing on unfamiliar food, I loved the trip to China. The opportunity to bond with the other racers is unique to racing in a foreign place. I roomed with a racer from Denmark and we got along fabulously.
The courses were well loved and had a strangely foreign flavor to them which really brought an enjoyably different feel to the racing. The first course featured much woodsy climbing and cornering and the second course featured a blistering pace in and out of the trees along a small river. Lining up with racers from other countries is much less orderly than in the US. Although there were formidable features forcing slow-downs pretty quick off the start lines, the starts seemed cleaner.
It was a good confidence boost to race strongly and finish well within the points. The first course suited me better with it’s elevation gains and necessitated handling but I focused on throwing down and overcoming an early race tangle that led to a broken spoke and bent derailleur hanger in the second race to also solidify a top ten finish. A solid handful of UCI points is not a bad way to start out the season!
Food was a never ending source of entertainment
Don’t wait until midnight before flying to try and fit two bikes into one case
Picking up passport and visa from Fedex three hours before plane departure
How is my other bag that small?
Pretty sure every single person here smokes
Can I eat enough to make it to the next meal time?
The bike lanes as big as the roads and full of everyone else!
Consuming liquids at meals is a fend-for-yourself ordeal
You are all close friends when you are in someone else’s country
Duct tape the hair dryer and close the bathroom door to hang clothes to dry
Does every spectator in this country have a 2k dollar camera?
I was pretty excited to be home and set my sights on the upcoming months even though I had a legit case of jet lag.
Not-my-cat was also stoked I was home and naps were on the agenda
It was to be a quick turn around of packing up the van, getting in a few local events and heading out of the road for the fall.
I rode Tour De Cure on the team with one of my junior riders then jumped into the local weekend cross race.
It’s becoming a tradition to race the Wednesday night series race before heading out on the road.
Likely I should have headed out that morning but I couldn't resist one last chance to visit with my home cyclocross community, accepting birthday wishes, a birthday watermelon, and playing bikes.
Thursday morning I got on to the road, took a few minutes to spin and do some openers somewhere along the drive, and then camped out in a rest area for my first night in the van.
I arrived in Iowa City to early morning kitten snuggles and coffee to meet my host family before heading out to the course. The temps were HOT and the humidity high.
I had a few laps on the course before that nights race and a chance to cheer on one of the athletes I coach but ugh it was miserable out. The van said 96 as I tried more or less unsuccessfully to nap a bit before the race.
That night was a C1 and the start list was jam packed. My race was clean but I was caught off guard on the start line when the whistle blew anytime after 30 seconds instead of the 15 seconds from last season. This quickly washed me to the back but I worked through the pack the whole race to a solid 23rd place finish.
Many of the girls opted out of Saturdays race. I’m here to race bikes so I went for it. There were maybe four of us - guys and girls - that did them all. I could feel a little bit of fatigue on the long run up dubbed Mt. Krumpit but with a front row start and fewer girls in the way it was easier to really throw down and work hard. I was stoked with a 6th place finish.
Sunday featured the first World Cup of the season and it’s a privilege to be able to compete in these as they only allow in the top 8 from each country and a double allotment of 16 riders from the host country. I was in the back for the start of this one and got tangled up at the first bottle neck which resulted once again in a bent derailleur hanger. I didn’t want to risk losing spots to swapping bikes but the shifting was not functioning and I rode in a few laps later than I should have.
Once I had a functioning bike I made up quite a bit of ground but I could really feel the fatigue from the past two days. My goal was top 30 and to not be the last American. I managed to finish 33rd which was respectable enough to be satisfied. Likely I could have done better had I not been as tired but I believe the experience of racing is as important as doing well.
18 race trips up Mt Krumpit is more than enough for a weekend
Tomatoes and grapes and apples oh my
cloud cover will make it cooler right?!
The VIP section? You mean the sheep barn?
If a walnut falls on my head will it knock me out?
And it was onward for Vegas with three of the six races planned for the ten day period complete!
It was a quick turn around to pack up a bike and make for the airport in Madison. I flew to Vegas for a 36 hour trip to race Wednesday nights final version of the iconic cross race that first brought World Cup cyclocross to the U.S. This would be my 7th time racing Vegas and fittingly my bib number was lucky 7. The thick slow grass, low technical skill, and road race type format never quite suits me that well but I enjoy being part of the event and the spectacle that comes along with it.
Wednesday was spent trying to preride the course without getting yelled at, eating my pre race meal with a box cutter as a utensil, and scoring a front row start.