Monthly Archives: June 2012
Let me tell your about our fiasco when we got to Augusta. After waking up at 4 am and catching a shuttle, two flights, and a car, this is what Tayler encountered in the hotel tub:
There were stains on the carpets, deteriorating couches, an awful smell coming from the AC that barely worked, and crumbs on the beds. AND they didn’t have pots and pans in their kitchens, the major amenity that drew the team here in the first place. When Kmac went back down to the front desk and complained, the lady responded, “that’s how the people around here clean” and “I’ll see if I can find some pots and pans in storage.” In storage? Rusty, dirty pans? No thank you. So we told them we were going to Panera while they recleaned our rooms. Inn actuality we were going to Panera to desperately search for another hotel on the internet.
To put this in perspective for you, the five of us who were shown into the hotel have all raced in Europe. This means we’ve stayed in anywhere from dorms to orphanages and mental hospitals. Kmac actually tells a great story about trying to fall asleep the night before a race while listening to crazy peoples’ screams coming through the drywall.
When we went back to the hotel in question, they’d done nothing but gone to town with Febreze.
We made more phone calls and finally found The Partridge Inn in downtown Augusta. We put our bags back in the car and Theresa peeled out of the parking lot.
The US has some of the best time trialists in the world, so I’m not upset about my 8th place in the time trial today, especially considering my legs felt only mediocre. Here’s the bike I was riding. Saddle bag removal would have been good for at least two places.
This morning we went for an easy spin. In the car. That counts as training, right?
And now we’re just chilling in the hotel room waiting for six o’clock to roll around so we can get kitted up for the crit. Here’s a short nature valley recap that I feel is necessary since we did quite well there.
I got second in the TT in the morning, and we won the crit that night:
Cannon Falls Road Race – canceled due to storms
We won the crit. the following day as well with a great show of teamwork and a perfect leadout for Theresa.
The next two stages were tough ones and we had some bad luck between mechanicals and other things. We finished the race with the Exergy sprinter’s jersey and my 4th place in the GC (which we weren’t even defending since we were primarily going for stage wins) and then we got on a plane to come here.
Friday morning I was in Idaho:
Saturday morning I was pre-riding the Philly course (that’s Tayler):
Monday morning I was driving back to the Philly airport:
Not as glamorous as you might think:
And by Monday afternoon, I was messing around in a drainage ditch in Oklahoma with Dan:
Never a day the same!
This all got me to thinking: how many places have I actually been this year?
I went (these are all final destinations) Orlando, Qatar, California, Atlanta, Belgium, Orlando, California, Orlando, North Carolina, Orlando, California, Orlando, Georgia, Orlando, New Mexico, Orlando, Atlanta, Idaho, Philadelphia, and finally to Tulsa, Oklahoma.
I also counted twenty DIFFERENT beds, not counting the baggage claim in Minneapolis/St. Paul airport where I spent a grimy 8 hours sleeping with my feet on my suitcase the day after the Sea Otter Classic.
So here’s how Philly went for us:
I saw a lot of Crashes! Literally 200m into the race, a tire blew out and the girl riding it slid across the dry pavement. About three k later, I watched a girl totally NAIL a giant orange cone head-on. On the second or third lap, as we were going into the town before Manayunk, the road forked. The girl must not have been paying attention on the first two laps and had swerve sharply (yet slowly) to make it onto the left side of the fork. She got T-boned by someone next to me. These are what I call eye-rolling crashes because, if you could see under my Oakleys, I’d be rolling my eyes. More likely, It’s a mental eye roll because I usually pay attention to what’s in front of me. They didn’t happen because of aggressiveness, a bad course, or bad weather conditions, they happened because girls were either not paying attention or scaring themselves into crashing when they could have kept it up. I almost saw a couple girls eat it on the downhill because of the pot holes and bumps in the road. Simon says this course is more fun to drive than Flanders because you actually can “get air” with the team car on the descent.
Anyway, we won the QOM competition which was good, but it wasn’t what we were going for. We all came back to the tent with shelled expressions on our faces. I felt more tired after 2.5 hours of that than I did after five days of the Exergy Tour! Funny what jet-lag will do to you. I’d been pretty out of it leading into the race, too.
Story time: I had to fly with my race bike to Philly. Nikki told me I should wash it before we left, so since she’s my boss, I went to go wash and pack it right away even though I was in the middle of making pasta. Well, I packed my bike, coming into the house every so often to put the pasta in the pot, stir it, strain it, and eat it. When I finished, I happened to have the bowl in one hand, and my skewers in another. I put the bowl in the dishwasher, and went to head out to the garage when I realized I no longer had my skewers. Had I really just…
Yes, I went back to the dishwasher and there, next to the utensils, were my skewers.
I need these few days off.