IT'S MARCH, IT'S MADNESS

IT'S MARCH, IT'S MADNESS

THE TUCSON BICYCLE CLASSIC delivered another wild race.  On the start line, race jitters were dialed way up because the temp was...

... dialed way down.

35 degrees.

USAC officials really, really, really like to see race numbers so there was serious deliberations on what to wear.  Because the speeds can be very high on the long, long, long decent I opted to go aero.

  • Skull cap
  • Base layer
  • Neck gator
  • Two jerseys
  • Arm warmers
  • Plastic trash bag pieces over socks
  • Covered holes on aero helmet with tape

Nobody warmed up much.
Too darn cold.

I stayed in my light down jacket as long as possible.  Still, I was shivering as we waited for our wave to roll off.  Surfergirl took it from me with 2 minutes to go.

Like everyone else, I was anxious to get it on...

... get that blood pumping.

We hit the first few hills pretty hard.

It felt good.

Well, I felt nothing.

The one thing that was way better than I thought was pullng that neck gator up over my face as we raced along the lumpy terrain before bombing down hill for 4 miles...

... at 30+mph in our underpants.

The racing?

Chaotic as usual.

Lots of free agents, like me, rolling the dice on attacks.  A handful of teams willing to pull it all back.  This carried on for 2 and half of the 3 laps, 60 miles, we'd race...

... then, the madness.

We turned right to go down the hill, I was in second position and let a gap open.  These breaks were going nowhere...

... but, this opened up a bit.

The teams weren't working at all.

Then a bigger dude I thought had no chance to hold us off on the hill went.

2 guys up the road.

I waited for the teams.

The Adam went, and I thought for sure the race leader, Gerry, and his team would pull him back.

Nothing.

So I took a flyer, got within 5 seconds, could see the group was coming hard and waited for them...

... nothing.

The gap kept getting bigger and bigger.

They were gone.

3 guys up the road.

No teams working.
No free agents rolling the dice.

The only hope was they'd blow.

They didn't.

At the bottom of the 4 mile climb to the finish, my friend Gary took the front and really put it down.

Nobody could come around him.

He pulled off, everybody was gassed.

He went back and kept the heat on.  
Heroic stuff.

Honestly, I thought I'd have something for the finish.  Even though the time bonuses and lots of time were gone...

... it's still good to sprint across.

I had nothing.
Something, but not enough. 

Adam won by over a minute, and picked up 13 seconds in time bonuses.

Impressive.

He has 53 seconds on Gerry, and a minute twenty on little ol' me who...

... somehow is still 5th overall.

Madness.

Tomorrow, I predict, is going to be lit.

The teams will have plans and the free agents got nothing to lose.

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163ish
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0 RaceDay Ready Strength Circuit
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