Bikes and Code

Last week was a two race week for me. My first Richmond criterium of the year and the Campbell Heights Road Race. The title of this article may be a spoiler.

Coastal Thursday Nighter – May 13

Fifteen or so starters. I arrived at 6:15 due to the website claiming a 7:00 start time for the C racers. That was incorrect, nothing like lining up to a < 30 minute criterium with no warmup. Supposedly I wasn’t the only one who got mixed up and the field was a touch smaller than it should have been.

So we’ll assume 15 starters. Fourteen different jerseys in the race, the only two guys who appeared to be on the same team were both in white jerseys, we will call them White1 and White2. No one else really mattered in this race.

We take off, my plan at this point is to spend the first several laps warming up, then see how it goes. Specifically, I intend on sticking with the lead group the entire race if possible and then attacking with about 1km to go and seeing if I can hold it. Two or so laps into the race, White1 takes off on a solo adventure. White2 works his way to the front and rides at a comfortable tempo. Twoish laps later, White1 takes the first preme of the race. White2 is still pulling and since he’s actually going at a decent clip, no one really steps in to help out. Another lap or so later and the guy out by himself sits and up and chills at the back of the pack for a while. White2 is *still* pulling.

Six laps to go and the bell rings for the second preme of the race. Coming onto the the front stretch, the pace gets high and the two white jersey guys are right at the front, drilling it. The leadout pulls off and I’m pretty sure his teammate snags the second preme. I accelerate fairly hard to stay in the slipstream and am sitting in about fifth place. Tactical thoughts at this point are: White1 spent time off the front and mixed it up in the sprint. White2 pulled a long way and also mixed it up. I bet they are kind of cooked and no one else is doing much.

Screw it.

Out of corner two with just under 5 laps to go, I slide out of the line to the right and start accelerating. When I pass #2 in line, someone yells something about someone going and I stand and sprint hard. I jump somewhere a bit above 50km/h and then sit and ride hard. By the 4 to go board, I’ve got 10 seconds on the group. At 3.5 to go, I make the conscious decision to try to stick it out and get into my survival pace.

I get a maximum of about 15 seconds, 10 of which is eaten up on the penultimate lap and am caught with about 300m to go. Straight back through the field and off the back.

According to the computer, the first 1:40 of the attack was at an average speed of 45km/h and the entire 10 minute duration of the thing was about 39km/h, which is pretty damned good for me. Definitely wouldn’t have stood up to a larger field, but with the small field it almost worked.

One thing I noticed though: Pretty much everyone hangs out at the start/finish line. The first time across alone, there was a bit of clapping. Second lap, a bit more. by the third lap that I was out in front, it seemed that there were a lot of people getting pretty vocal, which was awesome. Sort of a, “Huh, he’s not giving up, I didn’t expect that.”

Campbell Heights Classic

A fun course. Two short climbs, one really steep and the other merely steep. Most of the rest is flat to gently downhill. This was also my first ‘real’ cat 4 race with, according to the results, 28 starters. For me, this race comes down to 16 climbs and how many of them I can get over while remaining attached to the front group. The number was 10. On the sixth climb up 184th Street, I blew up and probably dropped 30 seconds during that 300 metre stretch alone. I kept going and was swept up by the grupetto and finished the race with them.

Plus sides: When I did get shelled, the lead group only had 13 guys left in it, including me. So I did hang in longer than more than half the field, which is a decent sign I suppose.

Also of note, this race did include the longest sustained, “Holy Crap we’re going fast” of any race I’ve been in thus far. After climb 1 of lap 4, we went to ludicrous speed for the better part of a lap. This reduced the field down to the mentioned 13 from whatever it was previously. In the cat 5 races I had done, this kind of acceleration happened, but it would last for a minute or two, not several. This lead to possibly the most pain I have ever felt on a bike.

Well, that or the crit, that didn’t feel overly good either, but it mentally feels better if you’re off the front as opposed to clinging on for dear life.

So that’s three races in a row where I finished off the back for whatever reason. Not for lack of trying though.

Armstrong Road is a short road of about 3km in North Langley. About half of that is smooth, good pavement, the other half is rough and bumpy. Over the first 2km or so, it raises 80m in 3 stairstep pitches. 12%, 10% and the last, on the bumpy pavement is something like 8%. This feature utterly dominates the Armstrong Road Spring Series race.

Not being someone who handles sustained climbs very well, I expected this race to be over fairly quickly. The last truly hilly races I had done, admittedly a couple of years ago, the Ottawa Grand Prix in Gatineau Park generally ended up with me being shot off the back on the first major ascent. I saw no reason why this race would be any different.

The race starts at the top of the course. A straight downhill gets the speeds up nice and  high. A sharp right hand bend into a further downhill. This next stretch is great fun as the road lazily winds down the hill. Bottom of the hill is a hard right, then onto the flats for a couple of kilometers for a few turns. After River Road, you take a turn to the right and head up the hill. The first pitch is the steepest and it tops out with a long false flat. Then it kicks up again. The second false flat is short and is noted by the road surface going from great to horrible. One more climb and then the finish line.

I started out at the front intending to remain in the top ten or so places as long as possible. Going into a climb at the front means you do get a bit of a chance to drift back and use a touch less energy. I hit the hill in about 8th place and to my surprise stayed there. A couple of attacks went off and various people ramped up the pace to bring them back but nothing doing.

I could have been done after that first climb. My heart rate was in to the mid 180’s for most of it, which is well into the not sustainable level for me. If the remainder of the climbs were this fast, it was just a matter of time.

A couple of laps later, a couple of guys rode a fairly serious tempo up the hill. I basically hung on for all I was worth to a chase group and we all came in contact again on the final uphill before the finish line. I was sitting in about 10th place, looked behind me and saw nobody. Great, I was in a break on a climber’s course. This was going to end well.

Due, I think, to some poor rotations and some serious effort on the part of the remainder of the race, the pack made contact again about 5km later at the base of the climb again. I made it to the top in the main pack again, but at this point, 4/7 climbs through the race, I could tell that I was getting into trouble.

I was shelled on the second pitch of lap 5. The lights went out and I lost 50m in probably a minute. What remained of the pack slowed over on the bumpy roads, and I closed most of the gap, but I never actually got back on. I very, very seriously debated climbing off the bike there, but decided I’d at least ride to the corner where I parked, which was about 800m past the finish line and flat/downhill.

“Well, I only have to go up that hill two more times, there are some other dropped guys ahead of me to maybe ride with and I can totally bomb down this descent with guys flagging me through corners. Yeah. I’m going to finish this race.”

So I did. Rode hard on the flats, survived up the hill and bombed the descent. It was awesome.

Placed probably around 20th, based on the size of the peloton that went up the road. 40 starters so that’s pretty good. Considering I spent some time in a break and was riding at the front until said lights went out, I’m pretty happy with the whole thing.

And bike racing is back on the menu.

Team Escape Velocity puts on a series of races every spring, the aptly named Spring Series. The first race is a nearly flat 4 corner circuit race in Langley. Specifically, this. Last year’s race was marked by sleet and snow towards the end of it. This year, the forecast called for rain ‘in the afternoon’. I don’t want to give too much away here, but the forecast lied.

Let’s start out with a quick overview of a lap of the course: Go straight with a tailwind. Turn right onto a slightly narrower road. Enjoy a crosswind from the right for a minute or so, then turn right again onto a yet narrower road. This is also dead straight, but undulates slightly with a dip down most of the way through it. Turn right yet again onto the narrowest road in the race, which is also entertainingly the worst pavement in the race. Be bumped and jostled and lose 10m or so of elevation and turn right one final time back onto the front stretch.

I should have remembered this from last year, but the C race at least plays out in such a way that positioning is very important. With the yellow line rule in effect, there consistently is only one good place to move up significantly per lap, coming out of turn 4, onto the front stretch. Generally out of the other three corners, there is the usual acceleration out of the corner, then it slows right down again. As soon as that happens, the pack bunches up and there is no room to pass. The front stretch is a bit wider and takes closer to a kilometer before this happens, so moving up pretty much needs to happen here.

As for how much? Based on the numbers I got from the race, there were consistent accelerations nearly up to 50km/h out of the corners. This slowed down to below 35km/h on much of the rest of the course. What this actually meant was that the accordion effect was somewhat mitigated. Even at the back where you slowed down for the corners, you did not need to hit it too hard to stay on as the field slowed down significantly on a regular basis.

As for my race? The plan was to tailgun for much of it, getting a decent interval workout at the back. If I could position myself well, then try attacking on the last lap or two. I couldn’t position myself and a couple of crashes in the dying moments of the race did not inspire me to take further risks on the wet roads. Finished in the middle of the pack which did break up somewhat in the final metres.

All in all? I’m somewhat happy with it. It’s pretty much the flattest road race of the year for me, which is theoretically good for me, but not terribly exciting. Next week is the Armstrong Road course, which is dominated by a fairly serious climb every lap.