The Sound of One Hand Clapping
This reminds me of a NORBA I went to once (several times)...
Speaking of NORBAs, I forgot a great story from Windham last week.
I lined up to race the XC, albeit, with a half assed attempt. The walking group for the first few sections of woods was where I found myself, but eventually that opened up and the traffic parted from where ever I was in the back through somewhere into the 20's...which by that time the gaps, and my motivation, grew apart in diverging directions.
The writing was on the wall that I wasn't going anywhere that really mattered....and good ol'race math kicked in:
"I lost 5min on first lap with traffic, 16min laps for the leaders, 17 min laps for me, 5 laps in and I should be coming close to getting lapped."
So, sitting up cost me a couple of spots on the results board, but things were timed perfectly to get yanked just before Kabush came around...its one thing to get pulled, but please, have some decency and don't let them actually lap you.
My plan was this: because shortly after the XC was the SuperD start, and this would give me a 15min advantage on the other guys - I could sneak in a SuperD run or two before the race started and not have to race it blind.
But...like my man John once said...“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans”
As soon as I crossed the line, this being a UCI C1 event, I thought..."there should be anti-doping controls here."
Having once had an experience with this, I figured I'd check the board....which turned out to be a piece of typing paper crinkled on the back of an 18 Wheeler trailer. But...as weak as the "medical control" board was, low and behold there were chaperones...and they grabbed my while I was checking the list.
I was primary random, once again, and off to produce a sample we went. I killed two bottles, grabbed a 3rd, and went down to pee.
You need to provide 100ml.
But all i have is 70ml.
Guess you'll have to wait.
Big surprise...it was hot, humid, and we just finished with a XC race. I was a bit dehydrated.
Kabush failed miserably also, so we sat and waited...drinking until our bellies distended and ached..and waited further. Kbomb lapped me again and produced his 100ml, while I waited....and the clocked ticked. In all my efforts to ride slow in the XC so that I could ride fast in the SuperD, I ended up missing the SuperD start while waiting for 30ml of sample to manifest.
Brilliant.
Speaking of NORBAs, I forgot a great story from Windham last week.
I lined up to race the XC, albeit, with a half assed attempt. The walking group for the first few sections of woods was where I found myself, but eventually that opened up and the traffic parted from where ever I was in the back through somewhere into the 20's...which by that time the gaps, and my motivation, grew apart in diverging directions.
The writing was on the wall that I wasn't going anywhere that really mattered....and good ol'race math kicked in:
"I lost 5min on first lap with traffic, 16min laps for the leaders, 17 min laps for me, 5 laps in and I should be coming close to getting lapped."
So, sitting up cost me a couple of spots on the results board, but things were timed perfectly to get yanked just before Kabush came around...its one thing to get pulled, but please, have some decency and don't let them actually lap you.
My plan was this: because shortly after the XC was the SuperD start, and this would give me a 15min advantage on the other guys - I could sneak in a SuperD run or two before the race started and not have to race it blind.
But...like my man John once said...“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans”
As soon as I crossed the line, this being a UCI C1 event, I thought..."there should be anti-doping controls here."
Having once had an experience with this, I figured I'd check the board....which turned out to be a piece of typing paper crinkled on the back of an 18 Wheeler trailer. But...as weak as the "medical control" board was, low and behold there were chaperones...and they grabbed my while I was checking the list.
I was primary random, once again, and off to produce a sample we went. I killed two bottles, grabbed a 3rd, and went down to pee.
You need to provide 100ml.
But all i have is 70ml.
Guess you'll have to wait.
Big surprise...it was hot, humid, and we just finished with a XC race. I was a bit dehydrated.
Kabush failed miserably also, so we sat and waited...drinking until our bellies distended and ached..and waited further. Kbomb lapped me again and produced his 100ml, while I waited....and the clocked ticked. In all my efforts to ride slow in the XC so that I could ride fast in the SuperD, I ended up missing the SuperD start while waiting for 30ml of sample to manifest.
Brilliant.
posted by jsager at 9:07 PM
5 Comments:
Man, cycling (except Tour and classic races) is a One Hand clapping sport!! it´s sad, but it´s true, perhaps the fault is dopers, perhaps stupid pro´s.... but, believe me or not, MTBiking still rocks, with clapping or not.
question: when will bike racers stop complaining about getting tested?
Probably around the same time people stop leaving stupid trolling comments.
I was quite pleased with the testing procedure. Kabush took a DCO with him to the podie. We couldn't seem to work out how to take on with me on a SuperD run, so I missed a race, but who's bitching about that?
Seems like there ought to be some exception built into the rules to allow a rider to run a race ... DCO to the start house and another DCO to grab you immediately after the line.
The captcha image below says "drownv" ... how much water did you drown yourself in before you were able to produce that last 30mls?
As for the shot of D.Lill ... there were actually quite a few spectators up there, but mostly after the line or further down the mountain on the actual climb; the last few hundred metres were actually a slight descent.
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