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Humble Pie Anyone?

This post was written by Jeremiah Bishop on October 29, 2008

This weekend I suffered through the National Ultra Endurance Mountain Bike Calendar Finals. 

The National Mountain Bike Octoberfest 8 hour race in Davidson NC. 

Humble pie comes in a variety of flavors. This weekend I almost tasted a huge serving of Harlan Price (team IF endurance specialist) trademark mud pie surprise. 
I call it trademark because he comes out swinging for a couple weeks a year rather unexpected. Last year it was at the Wilderness 101 and I was like YIKES he was fast. 

Get out and RIDE! 
Bishop

Well I had decided that since I was doing these little cross races and staying in pretty good shape that I would just skip out on some short rides and just have not done anything long in the last 4 weeks. Most of my days have been spent catching up with the sponsor hunt 09′. (Any leads would be uber cool if you have some. And no I will not race for Marlboro! Yuck.) My attempt to get in shape on a four hour ride with Chris Scott this week did not work. We did find a couple of rad trail connectors that I never have seen!! Oh the bounty of George Washington National Forest!

So back to the punch line… Harlan was riding super smooth thru the slick twisty rooty trail I had crashed and banged my left knee 3 times and I was feeling that not so fresh feeling. You know like you just raced a short track at 8 p.m. the night before; also cool but a I-am-going-to-pay-for-this-later type of experience. Needless to say I was paying the Price. Did I win yes… was it pretty? Not unless you like bulldogs wearing mascara.

In the mean time I am plotting my return to base training. At least one day a week I am getting back to my roots…Going long!

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24 Hours of Moab….AKA 24 Hours of Sandblast

This post was written by Rebecca Rusch on October 25, 2008

Last weekend marked the 14th annual 24 Hours of Moab mountain bike event in Utah. This was my fourth visit to this race and each one has been memorable. The desert has a way of dealing out weather extremes that either break people or make them thrive. I headed down to Moab as part of a 25-person posse from my hometown in Ketchum, ID. There were various teams of various abilities, and we all set up a giant Idaho camping compound together. The extra company made for some great, late night chats, provided extra people to commiserate with and supplied a vast amount of storytelling about flats, broken bikes, crashes, and bonks. I was riding with a Specialized Designs for Women team. Our team consisted of Alli, who runs the Specialized Western States women’s demo truck, Kathryn works in the marketing department at Specialized, Sam and Sarah, two runners who won this trip to Moab to race with us. I was the token pro and the only one on the team who had ever taken part in a 24-hour event. Sam and Sarah had only ridden mountain bikes one time before. They are married and avid marathon runners, but the bike thing was completely foreign to them. Leading up to the race, we were all wondering what they would be like and how they would fare in the technical terrain in Moab. I figured that if they were marathon runners, they at least knew how to suffer and also could just run their bikes if needed. I did my best to educate everyone as quickly as possible on the finer points of night riding and racing for a whole day.

Friday was the day of set up, pre-riding and fussing with gear. The scene at Moab is sort of like Burning Man for mountain bikers. People bring in unique camping trailers, sport crazy costumes, and ride homemade bikes. The beer flows constantly and many people take the camping and partying more seriously than the riding. Of course, there are the elite racers who are vying for the win, but the majority of the 1300 riders there are more interested in being part of the scene and hanging out with friends.

The forecast was calling for 30mph winds and temps down to 35 degrees. There was also a 30 percent chance of snow/rain on Saturday night. Setting up tents on Friday was a bit comical. There were tents, clothing items and debris flying through the air. For those people camping out on Friday night, the annoying flapping of tent walls was incessant and the red sand permeated every orifice.

I pre-rode the course with some friends from Idaho. During our casual ride, I was thankful that I was not racing solo this year. It has been a long, great season, but I am tired and Moab is hard. The course was as hard as I remembered. There were sections that I still couldn’t ride and new sand pits had developed. The last two miles of the course are slightly downhill on fast fire roads. Normally, it makes you feel like a big ring rock star. This year the headwind had formed waves across the sand and it looked like the sea. It was no longer the fast, ego-boosting finish. This time it was a strenuous landmine of ever changing piles of sand. Add in the lack of visibility from the swirling sand and you start to get an idea of the conditions. (In the photo below, check out the dust storm the morning of the race start.)

The Designs for Women team from Specialized did not materialized at the race venue until about 5pm on Friday. They were on their own for a short pre-ride to get used to the new demo bikes. Alli fit them on their bikes, told them how to wear a helmet, they tightened up their running shoes and went off to learn how to ride a mountain bike at 6pm. At 8pm, they were not back and it was completely dark. They made it back unscathed, but had already begun their 24 Hours of Moab adventure long before the start of the race. (I’m on the right in the photo below…helping keep the team’s bikes in shape when I’m not out on the course doing my laps…this Specialized trailer/tent was our home away from home.)

The race unfolded as usual with some very fast people, some very slow people and a lot of mechanicals thrown in for good measure. The weather stabilized a bit and although there were slight snow flurries, at least the wind stopped sandblasting our faces into raw pulp. It was very strange for me to be wandering around a race venue and not having the stress and excitement of racing. I have to admit I was a bit lost at times, wandering between tents, talking with friends and watching the solo women’s race. I wondered how I would have fared and if I should have race solo. However, when I did my team laps, it became quickly apparent that I don’t have the speed or motivation right now. It has been a long, very successful season and I decided this weekend, that I have earned the right to sit back, enjoy the success of the year and participate in a race with completely different objectives.

By being somewhat of a bystander, I was really able to catch up with friends, truly watch the race develop and experience the whole enchilada as a spectator and supporter of endurance racing. I had loads of time to cheer for my teammates and help get their bikes ready. I had the luxury of sitting down with friends to spend some quality time catching up. I had the time to talk with the Light and Motion guys about the new lights and give them feedback. I chatted with a number of women about the new 2009 Specialized women’s bikes. I got to help a friend from Idaho pull his way out of a nutritional bonk and complete his fastest lap. I cheered loudly as my good friend Jari won the women’s solo division. I also got to witness a couple of marathon runners morph into mountain bikers before my eyes. I left Moab proud to have been able to use the opportunity to share my endurance race experience with so many people on so many levels. I know it’s corny, but there are so many quality folks in the endurance cycling world and races like this bring them all to one place to celebrate, ride bikes and hang out together. As always, this year’s 24 Hours of Moab will remain memorable for me.

Next up: Wed, Oct 15 I headed to Brazil for IronBiker. It’s the largest mountain bike race in Brazil with 2 days riding and about 50 miles each day. I will also be attending a bike show over there for Specialized and soaking in the local culture. Stay tuned for a report when I get home.

Cheers,

Rebecca

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Beer and an Ice Bath

This post was written by Jeremiah Bishop on October 18, 2008

Nothing seems better after a harsh race. Both at the same time I had never tried, but heck it IS cross season. Yozel gave me a Rogue dead guy ale. Very nice!! AH.. Much better. Todays C1 race a Granouge was awesome there were 600 or so racers and near 1000 people, music bands food vendors. This cross thing just keeps growing! After snagging the hole shot I realized my legs were a little off today. Powers was setting a nasty pace but I could hang. Ryan was chasing just 5 seconds back leading a big group including Johnson. Once things regrouped I was in a great spot on the back of the lead group but got gaped off after TJ flatted and slid around in front of me. I also had some minor issues from a bent front derailleur kicking the chain out that really broke the elastic to the 2 leaders. I pushed thru and ended up in no mans land until the cyclocross world duo caught me and used me as punching bag. I managed the situation pretty well and was able to respond to TJs attacks at 2 to go and counterd and 1 to go he railed it! Ouch.. I crawled back on and sat on for a sprint. This time I had a great lead into the draft and cam around on the left but the effort was cutt short. Johnson closed the door on me and pushed left just as we were lapping another rider I guess thats sprinting; all out is the only way to sprint but today I wasn’t ready to head butt him for it. Safety first, there is another race tomorrow! Cio. Bishop

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Cyclocross-Stampede

This post was written by Jeremiah Bishop on October 15, 2008

The Cyclocross Stampede was the first race of the Cincinnati International Cyclocross Festival: a three day UCI cross fest October 10-12, including the Darkhorse Cyclo-Stampede on Friday, the Java Johnny’s/Lionhearts on Saturday, and the Biowheels/United Dairy Farmers Harbin Park International on Sunday.

3 all out races with running in 48 hours sure left some of us feeling like we had been run over by horses. But it sure was more rewarding than painful for those who raced, the courses where awesome and the spectators where rowdy. 

I traveled to Ohio with the Gregg and Fredd Wittwer. Both accoplished cross races that are from Charlottesville and race for Alan. I had a great time traveling with them and we had a great time stopping at White Castle and hanging out between the races.

Not having done a pro level cross race in years I was not sure to expect.   I lined up with many of the top riders from all over North America and even some guys from Europe.

Jochim Parabo, a little dude from Switzerland, David Baker, Troy Wells and alot of other fast dudes were there. Skinsuits and 5,000 dollar carbon bikes with fancy wheels where more the rule than the exception. 

The Darkhorse stapede corse was super bumpy but had some rad corners and slalom thru trees and my favorite part, a ridable log hop! 

J-Powers and Wicks where off the front in a hurry as i fought my way up thru the traffic of the first turn. My start put me in the teens somewhere but I surged to make the front group by the end of lap 3. Just as I mad contact with Wicks and Powers who where 10 seconds off the front Powers wisely attacked. The lactate already up to my eyeballs  all I could do was try to limit the damage. I did escape Barry but I was hurting from my repeated sprints to get into the fray. 

I was very pleased to do so well and suffered like a dog. AH Cyclocross. 

Saturday; I figured out a few more things and actually raced the front of the race launching attacks and chasing down moves.  The course was a lot smoother so it was easier to pass. I made the mistake of going a little too hard on the front and Powers countered hard. I hoped Baker, Wells or Barry would help close it down but there was this lull for a minuet, Powers was gone. I chased with all I had making sure to shed my drafters. The closing effort was working as I got to 8 seconds but I paid for it and had to slow down. Powers pace was solid and we let him sneak off at the wrong time. 

Day 3 was a very cool course that had this huge gravity cavity with a climb after it. I started well and after hurting a bit on the first 3 laps I found my groove and was crushing it! I think the first 3 laps where so fast because of the fresh legs in the form of the young guns Bjorn Selander and Danny Summerhill. Summerhill seemed determained to take me out in one of the corners but I am sure he was just excited. One lap on the big downhill we could see the course tape had been taken out for a 20 foot section and someone had a nice wipe out there! 

I had learned that it’s ok to drive the pace or try to break away as long as you have enough to respond to a counter attack! I had figured out an important part of the game and it along with good legs allowed me to cover all the moves and counter attack on Powers.  This set up for a dicey last 2 laps. With Troy on the attack with 2 to go Powers countered on the barriers and then it was just the 2 of us. I put in a dig but no go. Powers hit it after the barriers hard but I was on him.. Again Powers punched it. I took the reigns and gave it a near max effort up the largest hill but powers countered to the top of the last climb. I had contact but it was tough to hold. On the last downhill power slid some around the second to last corner and I came charging on the inside. Power leaned and yelled for the line. It worked he had the lead but I knew what to do. I pedaled into his draft on the off camber so I was exiting the coner with the same speed as him. He jumped but stalled and looked to his right just as I was standing on it hard!   SNAP! the chain went.  I coasted down to apropriate sprinting speed before my on foot effort and ran the fastes 100 meters of my life to hold on for second.   

A bummer yes but finishing just behind powers on foot indicates I can win one of these big races if I put it all together just right. 

Perhaps next weekend at Granouge or Wissahicon UCI races.    

Ride a bike! 

Jeremiah 

 

 

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KEEN Sandals

Red Rocket, Blue Thunder

This post was written by Jeremiah Bishop on October 7, 2008

I was in Bedford today visiting my coach Hunter Allen and got my second ride in a hotrod in 3 days!  He has always dreamed of having a ferarri and now has a modena 306 I think it was called.

Hunter showed me the G forces capable of this piece of metal and black magic meets art!  All I know is it was much sweeter than any roller coaster I have ever been on and super velvet smooth like a skateboard on a glass track.  Sunday after a win in the Kelly Acres Cross Race I was invited by Dave the owner of several rad race cars for a victory lap in his electric blue with racing stripes Shelby Cobra!  This was totally different but way rad too! The tires where like soft black erasers!   Fun stuff racing bikes and rides in fast cars!    I love it!  What’s next??  Later  Jeremiah

       

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