This post was written by Nick Frey on April 30, 2009
Today’s Tour of the Gila stage started and finished in Fort Bayard, just seven miles from our host’s house (PROPS TO JEFF, HE’S THE MAN!). We cruised over to the start this morning to warm up the legs and make sure we were ready for the opening TWO categorized climbs, taking in multiple thousands of feet of climbing beginning less than ten miles into the relatively short stage.
I felt pretty opened up after yesterday’s lung-buster, but when Lance and Horner started ripping it up the first categorized climb to Pinos Altos, my hopes of getting into the early move quickly changed to just riding in the top ten and trying desperately not to redline. I did put in one good attack on one of the final rollers leading to the crest of the first climb–a few guys had already made it off the front, so I planned to bridge up and roll it with some help–but I was quickly pulled back as Horner stood on the gas for all of 30 seconds and just brought me back to earth like a falling rock!
I stayed safe through some sketchy descending (on one of the most spectacular roads I’ve ever had the pleasure to ride on, one that we traversed numerous times at camp a month ago) and the team was together to start the second categorized climb. This climb was ridden in the large end of the cassette and the little ring when we were at camp . . . I didn’t come out of the big ring the entire way up today!! OUCH. We were single file as the Mellow Johnny boys DRILLED IT, and when it got really steep near the top, the very front of the group really started to shatter and I only made it over the top with the encouragement of my super-fast teammate Ben Kneller. He has since told me that the faces I was making had him feeling quite sorry for me!
One incredibly sketchy descent later (where Candellario ate it after blowing a tire and another Livestrong rider went off the edge of a moderately steep cliff) I found myself baking in the valley with a VERY select group. Unfortunately many of my teammates had not been selected. Ben and Rolf were with me, and thankfully Alex (and later an impressive Dan) made it through the caravan with a serious load of bottles. THE LIGHTS CAME BACK ON! I organized the boys behind me through the somewhat-guttered valley section and rode next to the Slipstream boys for most of it–right behind Lance/Horner/Levi. It was fun getting multiple motorcycles with cameras clicking like we were riding up a Red Carpet. I made sure to look like I could easily give Levi a bear hug–I think his head was about level with by handlebars.
We made it through the valley and I started feeling REALLY good. The massive quantities of Gatoraide and the amazing teamwork (keep everyone shielded from the dangerously energy-sapping crosswinds) had me ready to tackle the final highway-grade climbs before a sick descent to the finish. I stayed safe and near the front, and Ben/Alex/Dan/Paul were right there with me when we got the call that I was now the designated sprinter, not the final leadout! Oh well, I’ll just ride my bike really fast a couple hundred meters further than normal.
The descent from the highway climb was FAST FAST FAST. I love surfing a fast field like that, and stayed near the front for the key moments. The team worked flawlessly to shepard me through the final flat gutter section before the last 2K . . . I was in perfect position and jumped with a couple other guys into the final right turn before a HARD false-flat section before the finish. Ben, Alex, and Rolf were right on me, ready to take over once more until the final sprint, when the guy I followed through the turn DIDN’T TURN. He went straight, until I yelled “RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!!!” and we went from 33mph to 13.9mph. Momentum gone, I lit my final match through the false-flat and just had nothing left for anything even resembling a sprint. ARGH!! The legs were there, but make 100 moves and 99 might be right . . . but that one wrong move costs you a shot at the podium.
I want to give a huge thanks to our feeder/temporary mechanic Brad, a good friend of Rolf’s, and I also want to thank our team’s awesome owner, Rob Granger, for making the trek down and riding in the back of the Team Mini! I owe Tom Zirbel a beer after following him through many climbing sections–he’s the only guy I can draft really well, he climbs FAST and STEADY, and he’s an Iowa boy! I want to say sorry to Cando for chopping him a few times after the Pinos Altos climb, I was pretty delerious and could barely handle my machine. Also, to Alex Howes: I wasn’t trying to steal Levi’s wheel from you, I was just keeping our team out of the fight in the field and trying to score some press time. It’s also pretty sweet to ride behind such fantastic cyclists, guys who I look up to and read about.
Finally, THANKS TO MY AMAZING TEAMMATES for getting me through such a tough stage and putting me in the perfect position to take a crack at the sprint! It was a tough day and we showed that we can ride at the front and battel for the win with the best teams here. I’m excited about the rest of the Tour of the Gila–I hope you are too!
P.S. as usual, you can see my TrainingPeaks file here. CHECK OUT OUR TEAM’S TWITTER FEED FOR LIVE STAGE UPDATES FROM THE TEAM MINI!
Below are some cool pictures from a great local rider I met at training camp last month, Mike Sorensen. Notice Taylor P suffering next to the Frey-Train!
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