Today was the first day of Redlands, viagra and it started with a gnarly course. Short, but had a little hill that came with a nice bite. Still dont seem to have all my power back from puking it all out last week, but I felt better than going into brisbane, but enough with the excuses, the facts are I didnt have it today. Got passed by my minute man, but considering it was Santiago Botero, I dont feel too bad about it. I havnt seen the times yet, but a good time is in the mid 9’s for this course. Not only are some past pro tour guys in the race (a new experience to have them part of the domestic scene), but also had my TT bike checked for the first time, and it fit within all the measurements and weight requirements. Now were all just getting ready for tomorrows stage. It should be pretty exciting with all the teams being fairly level. All the bikes have been prepped and are ready(ive still got a mystery creak thats driving me nuts though), and this bowl of cereal is delicious. Tomorrows stage should be a little more exciting considering its longer than 5k. And by exciting i mean really F’ing hard. 200 guys should make moving around in the pack a little more challenging, and 200 guys in a technical crit course, better start at the front.
Now, its time to go get some Nutella.
Today was stage one of redlands(prologue was just a prologue). It was crazy starting with 200 riders, diet
youd move up and pass about 100 guys, look back and find out you were still at the back. The course had a couple of short climbs and a long gradual climb, small grade but you had to work to stay in the pack. I didnt get moved up very far when the road started to get narrower, which was a big mistake. Come the steep sections, I didnt seem to have the gas to keep tempo. A lot of guys had already been shelled of the back and I cracked with them. Really starting to wish that I had a few more races and a few less exams last month. The caravan started to pass me on the second shorter climb. Over the top and I started to get a little speed and used the caravan to move down the descent, but the bikes could take the hill at lot quicker so they slowed me down. Going into the final corner, taking the inside I hit a little gravel and the back wheel started to drift…straight into the BMC team car. After nearly crashing into a team car, i looked down the straight down hill section and the pack was way up the road. a few words came out of my mouth to say the least. The team cars started passing me going really effing fast, way to fast for me to slip in and catch some draft. Around a couple of more turns and my hope of getting back on was pretty evident I wasnt going to be getting back on. I looked back and a few guys were coming up on me. So I jumped in with them and for the rest of the time chased like mad, and a couple of crazy moments weaving through stopped traffic with 3 motor cops escorting us. Kinda fun, but it would have been way better if we were OTF instead of OTB. Eventually a columbian rider attacked on the climb after sitting in or a whole lap and broke it all up. Finished the race, but didnt make the time cut after Botero won OTF in a solo break. Some sunny training and maybe a local race for me this weekend. The legs must be throughly punished for this.