Tucson Bicycle Classic

Tucson Bicycle Classic - Three Stages (Prologue, RR, Circuit Race)

We had two Swami's race in the Cat 1/Pro Men field at Tucson Bicycle Classic this past weekend, me and Colby Elliot.

800 miles of driving round trip meant I would need to make the three days in the desert well spent...

Prologue - 3.2-mile TT
The course was well-suited for a power rider as it started with a slight downhill, followed by several rollers, and ended with a short punchy climb into the finish. Breathing the desert air made the effort a miserable experience but luckily Colby returned from his ride in time to give me some advice on the course and it allowed me to stay confident in riding into each of the winding corners tucked in the aerobars and focusing on driving forward rather than worrying about gear changes. You can never know how well everyone else rode but I felt good about my ride. I ended up taking 5th on the stage, four seconds behind winner Phil Zajcek and two seconds out of second.

Road Race - 80-miles
This would be my second Cat 1 road race so I had no clue what to expect. I knew I wanted to stay aggressive and see how I could stack up against a field that included riders from Kelly Benefits, Jelly Belly, Fly V, Kenda, RealCyclist.com, RideClean and Pista Palace. I wanted to stay in position to cover any breakaway attempts made by Eric Marcotte (lofty goal, I know), Zajcek and Paul Thomas (the only other rider I personally knew in the race). Despite being hilly course, with a few steep kickers, and an uphill slog to the start/finish area, the group stayed together because of headwinds and crosswinds in each direction we rode! A few break attempts were made throughout the ride so I figured rider's legs must be feeling fatigue going into the final uphill section. The pace slowed as we neared the finish and I thought it would be the perfect chance to pounce and make a break for the line before the sprint could wind up. I dangled for a few hundred meters but was swallowed up within the final kilometer and upon being caught the group launched into the final sprint. I was gassed, BONKED, and broken. I limped across the line so far back that I was not listed in the results that evening. Upon further review, the officials gave me a time of one minute behind the main group, which I thought was 30 seconds too many, but I don't know what good it would have done to argue. I took a chance for glory and instead was relegated as the group goat!

Circuit Race - 50-miles
The GC was still only separated by seconds which instigated a flurry of attacks from the gun. I stayed out of trouble near the front of the group and after covering a few of the early break attempts, missed the break that stayed away. It featured Cole House (winner of the road race), Paul Thomas (VOS winner at ripe at of 43), Antony Akers from Pista Palace and a rider from the Mexican team. They went away on lap 2 of 9 and built a lead of two minutes. The main group rode steady over the gentle risers and downhill portions of the course but turned on the jets each time we went up the sustained climbs. I felt better being near the front during these efforts so I tried to stay behind Zajcek as often as possible. On laps 7 and 8, Marcotte launched attacks up these hills and it split the group up but everyone was able to recover on the subsequent downhill section. On the final lap, the pace was hot as we were still 45 seconds down to the leader. We caught three of the riders the final time up the sustained climb through the feed zone on the back half of the course but Cole House held off a fast charging field sprint to take his second straight stage win. Marcotte won the field sprint and pulled to within one second of Zajcek in the final GC standings. I finished in the middle of the sprint and unfortunately Colby fell into bad luck and snapped his chain earlier in the race and had to pull out.

This was my final race tune up before Redlands the weekend after next and it was a good confidence builder to ride aggressively with some of the area's top riders and teams. I don't see the point in trying to hold onto 5th position in GC when the object is to win or podium in a race, so in this specific instance, I would have done the same thing over again. Then again, $200 could have paid for the gas on the drive back home!

Safe training and riding out there.

ucla road race -- brrrrrrr

still waiting for the results from the UCLA road race to be posted but i'll give a quick recap anyways.

here in southern california we can't complain about our weather. while all my friends on the east coast, midwest and rocky mountains are bundled up and either skiing or rolling around with the knobbiest tires they can find, i have been logging consistent outdoor training miles since december. until last week, we have been enjoying summer-like weather!

this past saturday, a few Swami teammates and i opted to ignore the weather forecasts (would you ever go outside if you listened to everything the weather man suggested?) and drive to the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains, east of LA, to race the UCLA road race. the 75-mile race consisted of six 12.5-mile laps with 1,500-feet of climbing each lap. a bruiser, to say the least.

it was a small field so the head ref combined the pro/1/2 field with the collegiate "a" racers for a total field size of 30-40 riders.

my role within the team was to set an uncomfortable pace from the gun up the first four-mile climb. i drove the pace for as long as i could, but i was the first casualty of this effort. i popped off the back of the group before we hit the descent which might have allowed me enough time to recover.

after the first lap, i started to see the damage the initial pace had produced as single and twosomes of riders were popping off slowly but surely. i learned later that our team's top climber, Orion Berryman, rode a great race and finished in the lead chase pack just behind the select group that produced the podium.

on the third lap, the temperatures dropped and snow flurries came over the peaks and started blasting us. the descent on the fourth lap and the climb on the fifth laps were the coldest of the race as all my fingers were numb and the snow was sticking to my sunglasses impairing vision on the descent. at the top of the fifth lap, the sun peaked out and stayed out long enough so i could thaw out my fingers. i told myself when i made it to the end of the fifth lap i would ride off course back to my car and get a warmer, and dryer, set of gloves before finishing the final lap. however, when i got to the start/finish line at the end of the fifth lap, Orion and Pascal were there waiting (they had to wait for the guy with the car keys!) and said the ref had shortened the race from six laps down to five.

even with the shortened lap, i saw at least a dozen racers drop out before completing the fourth lap, so my guess would be that 20 or so riders finished the race.

after popping on the first lap, i regained my composure and strength and caught quite a few riders who popped out of the peloton throughout the race. the effort was just what i needed going into this upcoming weeks race at calville bay classic, a four day stage race in the hills outside of las vegas.

till next time,
lars

Valley of the Sun - Cat 2 GC win!

Going into Valley of the Sun weekend, I did not know what to expect. I was coming off a strong 60-miles of riding in a small break with Pista Palace's James Gunn at last Saturday's Boulevard 90-mile Road Race, but then marvelously cracked and limped in to the finish (just ask all my Swami teammates who passed by me to the line: Chris, Orion, Matt and Pascal). Realistically, I thought if I could crack the top 10 or 15 places on GC then I could get some points towards an upgrade. I was equally ready to commit to my two teammates, Matt and Chris, depending on who went the best in the 14-mile TT.

Stage One: 14-mile TT, Buckeye, AZ
Oddly enough, the event I felt most prepared for on paper at VOS, the opening time trial, ended up being a ho-hum performance in comparison to the Cat 2 field. I left San Diego very early on Friday morning and arrived to the start two hours before my start time. I had plenty of time to prepare equipment and get in a good warm up. I had my Power Tap race wheel with a Wheelbuilder.com disc cover so I could glance at my wattage from time to time and focus on maintaining a high and even pace throughout. The course was an out-and-back, with the out portion into a headwind and ever so slightly uphill and some jarring bumps in the shoulder. I rode an even paced race to place 11th on the stage at one minute behind the winning time of 30:43. I felt as though I rode well and was surprised I was not in the top ten. This told me I had not done my homework and should have ridden on the smooth white shoulder line, or maybe should have driven over the night before or finally (but worst to admit to yourself) was possibly outclassed by better riders.




Stage Two: 87-mile Road Race, Casa Grande, AZ
My two Swami's teammates, Matt and Chris, and I went into the road race with a loose plan of attack. We all felt good and we agreed we would be aggressive and opportunistic. No more than three miles after the start, one of my teammates launched off the front of the group and drew a few other out. Conditions were windy (crosswinds) so they didn't stay out for long.

On the second lap as we headed into the crosswinds, two riders jumped from the group and got a few hundred meters up the road. The pace in the group was sluggish, so I pushed a hard but steady tempo and no one followed. I was committed so I stayed in the saddle and bridged the gap to the two leaders. I told them to keep the pace steady but that the group was not following us. At the base of the climb, we were joined by three other riders and we were now in business. One rider in particular, Michael Jasinski from NorCal, was so strong on the climb that each lap we dropped riders from our break. I made an alliance with him that I would get the group to give him the KOM on the second and fourth times of the climb if he would pull us up (no brainer, right!). This guy was a workhorse but he had difficulty keeping a steady pace and his accelerations on the fourth of six laps whittled the break down to three. While he took top KOM time bonuses, I took second and got two seconds for each, four seconds in total.

On the penultimate time up the climb, a race vehicle told us we had two-and-a-half minutes on a chase group of six riders behind and that the peloton was nowhere in sight. Despite our own hard tempo pace up the climb, somehow we lost two minutes to the chase group behind. We were caught near the feed zone so with 10 miles left to race, we were a group of nine riders. The pace over the next seven miles was very hard and I had to sit out every other rotation. At the start of the final climb, I rode up to the NorCal rider and told him this was his race to lose and that he was the strongest climber in the group and he should "go and not look back". He listened and jumped and it instantly splintered the group. One rider followed him and they put 50 meters on me very quickly. I rode tempo and carried three others with me. With 200 meters to the line, those three jumped and I took fourth to the line. We put good time on those who had fallen off the pace early in the climb.



I ended up sixth on the stage and jumped into the race lead, four seconds ahead of the road race stage winner. My early gamble of riding in the break paid off.

Stage Three: 45 minute Crit, Downtown Phoenix
I told myself before the race I needed to stay aggressive and stay near the front of the race. In the opening ten laps I did neither very well. I was in poor position near the back of the group and was riding passively. The announcer started auctioning off primes and I started using the laps after a prime lap to move up in the group. Finally, halfway through the race I established a position in the front quarter of the group and the ride became easier from that point on. I finished safely in the group and ahead of the two GC contenders sitting in second and third place and hung on to a four second victory margin!



I am realistic and know that in the road race I might have managed to sneak one by the field. The guys told me that morning that racers usually note the top 10 GC riders and in 11th place I might go unnoticed. The group may not have given me a leash in the road race had my number been written on enough top tubes, but that was their fault and not mine. Maybe next time they will pay attention to the rider sitting 11th!



It was so cool having Emily and Kaia at the race cheering for Dad. It made sweating it out in the desert worth every second.

remembering Keith Carter

Mr. Carter was a part of my family's Arabian experience from the very beginning.

As a kid I wanted to be the Lone Ranger and dressed the part of a cowboy everywhere I went. During a tantrum in Houston, at an Aramco orientation for new teachers. I took off one of my cowboy boots and flung it over the balcony as I was upset with my parents. As fate would have it, the boot landed in the middle of a table occupied by Keith. My parents, who had heard about Keith through mutual family friends, Tom and Ann Monson, introduced themselves to Keith and then had to ask for the boot back. Keith always joked that he would stay teaching until I passed through his sixth grade class.

Almost a decade later, I experienced the legendary teaching methods Keith shared with so many other students. The European and African notebooks were the most difficult, time-consuming, yet most rewarding projects. What brilliance and vision he had to have sixth graders research every country on those continents, draw a map of their profile, draw a map of their flag and find an article inside a newspaper featuring that country. I ended up majoring in history in college and I am convinced that year in sixth grade with Keith inspired that.

My other favorite project in Keith's class was investing in stocks. Yeah, I did this later in high school, but by that time I had already experienced Keith's methodical preparations in which we always had to show the work we had completed and provide a reason WHY we selected what we had. I still remember Shane Lambert was the big winner in the class as Chrysler was a big mover in 1992! I was conservative with my fake money and had selected a few mutual funds along with my favorite fast food restaurant McDonald's.

I was a paperboy for the Arab News and Saudi Gazette in 7th, 8th and 9th grades and Keith was on my route. I knew he loved getting his daily news, and as one of my teachers, I wanted to make sure his paper never got caught in the sprinkler system. His was the only paper I did not throw in a baseball-style toss, instead I placed his neatly folded copy on his doorstep. He rewarded me with a handsome tip each month. I think he always knew the style I delivered all the other papers and tipped me so that his paper did not receive the same delivery experience!

Keith was a family friend and we continued to have reunions when he retired back to Iowa. We visited his Arab Heritage Museum in Newell a few times, the most recently three years ago when I was able to introduce Keith to my wife. His health had noticeably declined but he still spent a few hours with us telling stories of his world travels, his museum treasures from all over the Middle East and Africa and he even prepared coffee in an old Arabian coffee pot. That was the last time I saw him in person.

Keith, your patience, worldly vision, and strong conviction to always do the right thing and to ALWAYS show your legwork will live in those of us who were lucky enough to be your students.

Thank you teacher and friend!
Lars

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Norseman Xtreme Memory

I came across this image and it reminded me of the fun start to our honeymoon in Norway in '07. This image was captured and later put into Norway's version of WOMEN'S magazine in a story they did on the Norseman Xtreme - which included an in-depth profile on Emily and her win that year.

Here Emily is explaining in Norwegian why I should try and run with her to the finish line. I obviously didn't understand what she was saying.

To see for yourself how tough this race is, visit their website. This race now sells out in mere minutes to 250 crazy endurance junkies out there.

super sprint tri grand prix - oceanside, ca

Triathlon rarely gets credit for being a spectator friendly sport. And for good reason. Besides a few of us hard core tri fans, who else really enjoys watching long distance racing where athletes disappear out of sight for hours at a time, only to return and then disappear again? Is this racing fun for anyone other than the athletes participating in the event?

Back in the 1990's, a race series was conceptualized and developed by the Australians called the Formula One (F1) Series. This was fast and furious racing and was made to be spectator and television friendly triathlon. It created the triathlon stars of today including the likes of Greg Bennett, Chris McCormack, Matt Reed, Craig Alexander, Simon Whitfield and others. It was also the impetus for the ITU's creation of draft-legal Olympic distance racing.

On Sunday, in Oceanside, a sleepy beach town 40 miles north of downtown San Diego, former F1 racer Marc Lees, organized the Super Sprint Triathlon Grand Prix with an invitation only professional field. The event was considered a trial although Lees took every step necessary to cater to both athletes and spectators alike with a top notch production.

Lees' course design was well-conceived. Using the Pacific Ocean by the Oceanside Pier as the course backdrop, Lees used one of three racing formats used in F1 racing, the Enduro format which includes a 300-meter swim, 5-mile bike and 1.5-mile run completed twice through. The swim took place in the chilled and choppy Pacific, the bike over a half-mile stretch of the Strand, and the run over the same Strand roads with a short hill zig-zagging up onto the Pier.

Many of triathlon's top pro stars flew in for the event - a sign they are committed to spurring on growth and excitement for this kind of racing in the US. And the timing couldn't be better for our ADHD riddled society. All of the action happens right in front of your face, leaving no time to imagine, only time to participate. As spectators, this is exactly what we needed.

Who wouldn't want to watch the likes of current Ironman world champion Macca toe the line against short course studs like American national champion Jarrod Shoemaker or Matt?

I contacted Lees race week and inquired about an opening on the starting line. He agreed due to another athlete canceling last minute, and like that, I was embedded in the race day battle. I was one of few athletes without a short course, draft legal racing background, and it showed.

From the word "GO" I was shed to the back of the line of athletes sprinting into the 60-degree water. In this furious racing, there is no time for wetsuits but also no time to even think about whether you feel cold or not. We were immediately confronted with a series of breakers and had to duck dive under set after set for what seemed like an eternity before even having the opportunity to start swimming. Swimming is a generous term for what I was doing myself. I was flailing and swinging my arms as fast as possible firmly locked onto the calves of Matt who had a poor start himself. I knew it would be the end of my race if I let go of his legs. So I stayed locked in.

Near the turn around buoy, he had enough of me pestering him and turned around and kicked my hands off his legs. I don't blame him. I had crossed the unspoken line in drafting etiquette during the swim. However, I quickly located my next tow, Richie Cunningham and Paul Amey. Heading back in towards shore, my arms started to feel like lead and both Richie and Paul caught a wave that sent them flying into shore. I arrived a few seconds later, but any time lost can mean the end of your race.

It was evident by the speed they ran out of the water and into transition compared to me that I was out of my league! I chased hard and tore out of transition believing my cycling was good enough to bridge up to one of the chase groups. I rode with my feet set on top of my cycling shoes and time-trialed with my head down until I locked onto the back of a small group including Richie, Paul and another rider my impaired vision was too blurred to recognize. I still had not dared reach down and slip my feet into my shoes for fear I would lose contact with the draft created when you ride behind other cyclists.

The bike course was flat as an ironing board with only two 180-degree roundabout turns on each end of the road. As we neared the completion of the second lap and started around the roundabout again, my rear tubular tire rolled off the rim and I crashed. I got up quickly, did a quick check and got back on my bike before I noticed the exposed rim. I recognized Paul Huddle standing nearby and he yelled that neutral support was a few hundred meters up the road. So, I yanked off my new and now heavily scraped up Bont cycling shoes, picked up my bike and took off running towards the support station. Word passed quickly to them about the crash and one of the volunteers came sprinting my way to help with the wheel change (I found out after the race, the volunteer holds a sub 4-minute mile PR to his name!). It must have been a bit odd for the cyclists zooming down the road to see me running from one side of the road to the next in order to get closer to the support station while staying out of their way.

Once the wheel was replaced, I was nearly a lap behind the entire field but decided it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and pushed on. Luckily the course was so chaotic with racers spread across the entire road that it was hard to tell how far behind I really was!

I ran as hard as I could but still entered the second rotation through the swim with only a handful or swimmers still heading out to the turnaround buoy. Because I was alone, and out of the race, I was able to focus on taking long strokes and had a decent swim. I missed a big wave that may have taken me in close to shore but did hit a few smaller sets once I was in closer to the beach. As I ran into transition Marc reminded me to watch out for the group once they started running. I ended up being the last one off the bike and to finish the race but Greg Welch was still cool and announced me over the line. A bunch of the guys stayed at the finish too which I thought was a cool gesture.

Despite the less than ideal circumstances, I had a blast out there and knew I was fortunate to have the opportunity to be a part of a race that is going to catch on here in the US and go on to be a great series. I fully expect a few big sponsors to step up and put this series in a few major US markets in 2011. It will draw the biggest name pros in the sport and will be the most talked about series on US soil.

There are a bunch of photos and a race recap up on Triathlete.com. Aaron Hersh was out on the course for the men's and women's races and snapped photos, grabbed interviews and wrote up a great report.

Til next time -- keep the rubber side down (and firmly glued)!

LF