Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Anatomy of a mountain bike group ride

Riding with others can be fun. On group rides, I have met new people and bettered myself as a rider. I have also been extremely frustrated, as I have watched the group ride off into the distance as I have to pick myself out of the bushes. Winter riding can get ugly near the back of the pack as the trail gets rutted and chewed up by the riders ahead.

Of all the group rides that I have participated in, there is usually a set of characters who fit some sort of template.

The fearless leader: An excellent leader is a key to having an awesome group ride. One who knows the trails and the current conditions well, one who picks the right pace at the right time. Those leaders are not very memorable. The fearless leader (FL). FL can take a couple of forms, maybe he's the guy who goes mach chicken on the busy multi-use path, but most of the time he'll head straight for the trails that probably shouldn't be ridden on that given date by that group. The FL finds a sick enjoyment in the overgrowth, mud puddles, deep snow, anti-flow, and ultimately walking that his chosen trails usually involve. His dismounts and remounts are more fluid than even the most seasoned cyclo-cross racer. He must be fueled by the cursing from the other participants on his group ride. 

The successful businessman: The successful businessman (SB) will be easy to pick out as he will show up to the group ride in some high end German SUV and then unload his wünderbike from the tailgate. However, once the group hits the trail or the climbs, SB shoots right out the back. After a lengthly wait at the next trail intersection, SB shows up gasping "I've been working too much", "I've been on business trips sleeping in hotels and eating in restaurants". While slow, the SB enjoys his freedom, not even a fearless leader can ruin his day. And hey, be greateful that he is spending his rare time off with you guys, his family is probably more neglected than his bike riding.

The shop rat: Most people ride their bikes to get away from the stresses of work, the shop rat seemingly never stops working. A group of mountain bikers is exactly his target demographic and he is not afraid to throw out some bikerumour.com advice to the other participants: "hey, you totally would have cleaned that climb if you were on a 29er", "yo, check out my 1x11 drivetrain, no more front derailleur, no dropped chains". Hilarity ensues when the product the shop rat has been plugging the entire group ride fails.

The wheelsuck: What is seen but never heard? The wheelsuck (WS). He doesn't talk much, but he is seemingly always locked on your wheel. Descents, climbs, he impossible to shake, and is just begging you to sink to his level and attack. You don't want to get dusted by a midpack novice rider do you? Take it as a sign of admiration. Accelerating out of corners and over hills is a great way tire out the WS, who after a couple furious efforts to close the gap, will eventually tire out like a dog. 

The World Champion of Training: Similar to the WS, except the World Champion of Training (WC) has accepted that even though he is strong enough to stick with the top guns on the group ride, his race results show a different story, and he is willing to joke about it at his expense. As humiliating as it it is to have some midpack novice rider ride you off his wheel, you have to feel for the poor fellow who just can't put it all together on race day.

Mechanical: This guy's path has been crossed by one too many black cats. Pretty self explanatory.

The Panacouke: I think it's Dutch for "pancake" and I've heard of a certain Dutchman describe some riders as pancakes. I prefer to use the term for that guy who crashes on every descent, dabs on every climb, and instead of taking a fiver, he holds up the group and wobbles back onto the trail. He's probably semi concussed or at least winded, but being in the 4th position on the group ride is very important to him.

And then there's everyone else. People who are just out there to go for a rip!

Monday, January 13, 2014

race report

Well, let’s start this off that I spent the entire months of November and December training for long fall line descents, technical skinning and kick turns, and long bootpacks. Well as much as I could do living and working in Edmonton where the largest hills hardly top 40 meters in vertical.

Although there was some strong winds, heavy snow, and high avalanche danger that prevented snow safety crews from making the upper reaches of the race course safe, I was extremely disappointed that I wasn’t able to take advantage of the skills that I had been working on all winter.  I mean, come on, we are supposed to be tough backcountry skiers!

The start of the race was delayed so that the course could be changed. It totally ruined my warmup and my legs stiffened up.

So anyways, the race was just a boring drag race up a cat track, Reiner was being a super jerk and set the skintrack straight up cat track! And he just skied away. What a guy, sets a track that is completely suited to his strengths and nobody else’s!

My goggles were iced up, and I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one who had this problem. Visibility was crappy and as we were skiing down the same route that the skintrack came up, I kept my speed under control, while everyone else just went blowing by me! Down lower on the cat track, I also gave the general public the right of way while other racers were weaving around them as if they were slalom gates. The wet snow was sticking to my skis and my skins.

Lap 2, Eric and Nick attacked while I was eating. The snow on Nick’s skins was leaving some huge holes in the snow and that made it very difficult for me to follow the existing track. I was able to press on, barely.

When I think of all the places where I lost some time: stiffening up after the warmup, but before the race; following Reiner’s steep track, skiing safely in poor visibility with iced up goggles, giving the public right of way, snow sticking to skins, taking time to eat, holes in the skintrack, lack of technical ski-mo elements, living in Edmonton, sitting in the car the night before the race instead of loosening up the legs, reduced solar activity disturbing the ion flow in my body, ¾ moon instead of a full moon, a hostel room that was too warm, eating 10 slices of pizza for lunch the day before, drinking some expired instant coffee before the race, I probably could have won the race.

if you made it this far without throwing your laptop or tablet at the wall in a fit of rage, good work. I hope you enjoyed the joke.