Sunday, March 25, 2012

Post Ride Carb Load

Great recovery today with ME, Ullrich, VJ and Big Fella. We all rode nice and easy. VJ had about 12 PR's, thanks to the prodigious wake thrown off by his rolling mates. Post-ride, we celebrated with a few lagers at Napolis...

Pedal Hard Stella. Pedal Hard.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Volente Caliente!

We must have the coolest kits in the ATX. Constantly answering questions about the Dough from adoring passers by (on dirt bikes, in Soccer Mom SUV's, on other bikes, you name it!) makes me appreciate the design skills of Hoodie's brochacho.

Nice group this morning! ME, Ullrich, VJ, Hoodie, Dan K (back!), Sean the Lurker (also back!) and Ty the Badger made for a great pack to roll Lime Creek + Dam Loop.  We took it nice and easy on Bee Cave, heeding the call to warmup thoroughly prior to unleashing any furry. As we emerged from the warmup period, bombing 620 from High School hill, another Dough double bombed past us! Dr Dykes on the war path!

Apparently, Dykes was 5 minutes late to the start, and spent the first 35 minutes working his way back into the Pelo. All that effort didn't seem to take a toll on him, but it must have burned up his tyres, as he blew a back shoe on the dam hill. ME and Hoodie were in the middle of a coach-induced interval, so we left Dykes and Ullrich to clean up the mess.

Heavy rolling on 620 flats demonstrated the growing strength of the Badger. He gets scarier every day we roll. Extended stay at the 7-11, awaiting Dykes and Ullrich created rapidly dropping core body temps. Sweat+Fog+standing around=Freezing your stones off. It's simple Physics.

We had a great, controlled spin around Lime Creek, punctuated by an excellent, mega-pull from the Badger. Nice intervals on Anderson Mill to 7-11, at least for ME..., nice pull on Anderson Mill by Hoodie, Nice intervals on Spicewood and 360 made for an excellent day of training in the saddle.

Great effort by all today fellas!!


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Marble Falls "Gran Fondo"? or HCD Hunger Games?

In honor of the March 23, 2012 release of the Hunger Games, the club will temporarily assign cast members to club members.

The Hunger Games

Cast:
Peeta Mellark (Scheibs) — The male tribute for District 12, and a baker's son. Peeta is described as being medium height, strongly built and has ashy blonde hair. Not much to look at, but a survivor.

Rue (Badger)— The tribute from District 11. Small and lithe, you wouldn't assume that she could last long; but her knowledge of trees, plants, and hiding keeps her alive. She warns Katniss about the tracker jacker hive, and they later become allies. She is later murdered by the boy tribute from District 1, Marvel. Rue has dark eyes and is of African decent.

Cato (Bergamo)— District 2 tribute. Having prepared for the Games his whole life, he is described as a "ruthless killing machine", he is extremely strong and the most likely choice of a winner. He, Katniss, and Peeta were the last three tributes to face the mutated dogs with the other tribute's DNA. Unfortunately, Cato got bashed in the head with a rock.

Foxface (4fn) — Known by no other name, this red-head from District 5 is hard to catch. Though she doesn't have brute strength or knowledge of weapons, she can outsmart everyone in the arena. She made it to the final 4, then she dies by eating nightlock left out by Peeta. Described as having fox- like features, hence her name.

Thresh (Hoodie)— Male tribute from District 11. With the same brown skin and golden brown eyes as Rue, he is extremely resourceful and immensely powerful. His most notable act was that of sparing Katniss due to her alliance with Rue. He died shortly thereafter. (Probably due to lack of directional skills).

Glimmer (Ullrich) — The Female tribute from District 1 who is described as beautiful, tall, has Blonde hair and green eyes. She was part of the Career pack and was killed alongside the girl from District 4 when a hive of tracker jackers was dropped on the camp.

Glimmer showing off the goods

Effie Trinket (MC)- The District 12 escort, who was happy and bubbly. She wore many different colored wigs and helped Katniss and Peeta get sponsors in the Games. She constantly bickered and argued with Haymitch. Very proper, she hated it when people did not have proper etiquette.

Haymitch Abernathy (ME)— Haymitch is Katniss' and Peeta's mentor. He is drunk at almost any given time, with a glass in one hand and knife in the other. He drinks to forget the memories the 50th Hunger Games, which he was crowned victor of.  He won during the second Quarter Quell, where double the tributes were required to participate in this deadly game. A badass, scarred forever by his over-competitive nature.

HCD Hunger Games, or 2012 Marble Falls Gran Fondo

The Hunger Games were not as popular in Marble Falls as you might think, with only 45 participating Tributes. The morning of the Reaping was overcast. Moist with possibilities. The HCD Tributes selected for the HG brimmed with anticipation. Glimmer (Ullrich) spouted enthusiasm. Sporting shiny new shoes and kit, Glimmer was all form. But what about function? Nerves betrayed inner feelings however, as Glimmer backed the dumptruck up twice pre-ride. Cato showed off his new Jersey, proudly noting its clean "new kit feel". (This is foreshadowing). Peeta knew the value of nutrition in the Hunger Games. At every opportunity, he piled calories into his maw, storing for the impending struggle. Foxface appeared suddenly for the pre-ride photo, seemingly conjured out of thin air. Thresh sat tall on his 7, an air of confidence oozing from his chamois.Effie was effervescent as always, smiling and ready for the day. Haymitch was drunk. With anticipation.

The Games began at 8am. Great fanfare welcomed the group onto the course. Great, as in one fan exhorted the participants to greatness. Exhorted, as in that one fan drank a cup of coffee as we rolled by.


The Games began on familiar turf, as the HCD pulled the entire crew for the first 20 miles from Marble Falls to the first rest stop on Cypress Mill. Seeds of doubt were sewn into Glimmer's sports bra at the start, with a Heart Rate elevated to fever pitch. Glimmer would suffer greatly on the Fondo, but would survive. Cato, the killing machine ambled comfortably at the back of the pack after the first rest stop. Unfortunately, a hackerjacker got him in the eye, separating him from the rest. All alone, and wounded from the DNA-enhanced insect, he put the pedal to the metal (aluminum), frantically working back. It must have been the hackerjacker venom that blinded him from the water in the road. And the algae underneath the water. One second, he was humming at 26.9mph, the next he was body surfing on e-coli infested chip seal. So goes the Hunger Games.

The food provided was not Gran Fondo in quality or quantity. Our 2011 337 ride was supported far more luxuriously. And NO SAG wagon? Come on.

OK - back to the story...

At mile 70, Thresh lost his mind. Well, at least his way. Perhaps it was the Hill Country air? or the screaming descent on Lower Crab Apple? Maybe it was the gravitational pull of Enchanted Rock. Whatever the cause, He was never seen again. Another victim of the Hunger Games.

Like the end of the book, the surviving HCD  finished the MFGF anticlimactically. By the time the contest was completed, there were about 3 pieces of chicken, 2 pieces of brisket and 23 beans remaining for the HCD. The delay in completion can be attributed to the group's concern over Cato's grisly elbow combined with the disappearance of the big fella. Hence, the Hunger Games continued until I got home.


*(aren't we all badasses in our own narrative?)

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Rain Gives Way To Brilliance

Rolled solo this afternoon. Weekend was a washout until 11am Sunday, when the clouds rolled back, revealing  the glory of rich blue skies at sixty degrees. 2 o'clock conference call had me shackled on a 2.5 hour ride max. So Mod Oz in the little ring. No numbers to hold, no load to share. Just spinning around the loop, enjoying the verdant spring vibes. And the roaring semi-trucks. Spicewood was the highlight of the ride. Almost unrecognizable with the water flowing.

Ran into Herb on Bee Cave. Anyone have his contact number? He is considering a coaching move, and wants KL's number.


Sunday, March 4, 2012

Order Up! Spring Rolls with Awesome Sauce!

SATURDAY
New Kit day brought out a gaggle of Doughboys. Sam, Malo, VJ, MC (on his new Price - Sweet!), Scheibs, Stanton, Ullrich, Ty, Hoodie, and of course, ME. Smaller group of Fanatics embarked at 6:30am, meeting the main crew at Hoodie's house. New kits are big pimpin! Well done Hoodie!

M.E.

Early roll was a blast, just an out and back BeeCave/360South and back to BeeCave. Big group was a might twitchy, as we have not ridden together in quite some time. Original plan was the short Dam Loop. Some heroics ensued at Bee Cave and Cuernavaca. Leaders in the group stopped abruptly at the light, compressing the accordion. This instrument made some ugly noise, as Ty was unaware of the breaking. This is understandable since he was behind Hoodie, which as all know is a comfortable draft, but an obstructed view for all but the shortest (if you are short enough, you can look between his legs up the road). Ty ain't that short. His obstructed view lead to a delay in braking, which lead to a quasi-impact with Hoodie. Ty's wheel actually rolled between Todd's bike and his foot. Somehow Ty kept the bike up, unclipping and skating to a stop, executing a Salchow that would have made Dorothy Hamill smile. Unreal.

Having witnessed the impossible, I took the sign and hung loose, not wanting to tempt the gods of blood on pavement. Mechanical gremlins pounced on us shortly thereafter. First, MC took a line through a pothole that made his Prince yelp in a disturbing manner.Right after the dam bridge, Scheible's tubeless world fell apart, as his back tire took a gash that literally eviscerated it, sending air and tube goo spewing forth like a bike horror-porn. Scheibs' day was done, as tubeless tires are apparently unchangeable en velo. With a kid's soccer game pending, I had to bid the group adieu. Ty and Hoodie joined me  and we wheeled back toward the bridge. Of course, I immediately punctured.

Once flat fixed, we headed back over the dam. It seemed like Hoodie and Ty were really pressing the pace, but it's ME we're talking about here, so I Rule V'd it and held on, despite the irritating tempo. The hill was a killer, felt like I couldn't keep up. Those guys were on fire! Got over the top, and they just kept killing the pace. At Debba lane, I popped off the back, tucking my tail between my legs. What happened to me? 

At this point, I decided to check my brakes. And yes, the back brake was rubbing harder than a fifth-grader doing erasing some math problems. Order restored to the Universe.

SUNDAY
Me, Scheibs, Hoodie and Ullrich rolled a Sunday Blue Sky Lap down to the TT Loop. Impromptu invites were sent, so apologies if you missed it. You will not hear ME gush about the weather and how totally awesome it was, As great as Saturday's weather was, Sunday's was better.Windy on the way down. Pushed home by the breeze. Glorious. Check Strava for the Return TT Leg.