The mud'n'the blood speak eloquently of the great fun had romping 62 miles across the back roads of central Michigan. The grease? 9 chain-drops. A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client, they say, and I suppose that applies to bike mechanics, too. At 39 seconds per (the schleck, the universal measure of time lost in a chain drop), that lost me five places. Sorry to say, it wasn't my mechanical fumblings that kept me off the podium but my climbing and my ability to stick to a paceline. The micro-pops of power that give a racer even the chance to compete for wins. Back to the workout schedule, back to the workouts. (Photo by Avi Schwab who had a damn fine day himself, top-halving the field in his first race.)
Monday, March 26, 2012
Barry-Roubaix 2012
The mud'n'the blood speak eloquently of the great fun had romping 62 miles across the back roads of central Michigan. The grease? 9 chain-drops. A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client, they say, and I suppose that applies to bike mechanics, too. At 39 seconds per (the schleck, the universal measure of time lost in a chain drop), that lost me five places. Sorry to say, it wasn't my mechanical fumblings that kept me off the podium but my climbing and my ability to stick to a paceline. The micro-pops of power that give a racer even the chance to compete for wins. Back to the workout schedule, back to the workouts. (Photo by Avi Schwab who had a damn fine day himself, top-halving the field in his first race.)
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