The wacky misadventures of the SF->Google/south-bay bike commuter gang
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
wed. 9/2 SRLB bayway 07:00 RRR "drop to 4" format
hello favorable conditions!
13mph wind out of WNW, aka perfect tailwind
"drop to 4" TTT format, 22-28mph, no attacks/sprints, smooth
pacelines/transitions, short pulls, max sustainable speed of
4th-fastest rider (whomever that may be).
while not a record attempt per se, the conditions should be right.
however, personally I am fat, out of shape, and lacking anything like
vim or vigor, so I will likely be dropped like a canada goose turd.
depart 7am sharp, arrive in time for breakfast.
Looks like drop-to-4 may have been a bit hopeful; Lorenzo's out which
leaves us with 3.5. On the bright side, this means I might have a
chance of being one of the four.
+1, bringing my dv46's in a wildly optimistic attempt at carrying my
own weight with good pulls.
au contraire monsieur Alténdeürf.
yes the pickin's did look slim at Ritual about 6:55 as M. Gaiman,
Eric, Hobinator, and yours truly sat slurping our macchiatos in grim
silence. but then, as if by magic carpet, the mighty septuagenerian
One-Kit Murph appeared as a green, threadbare apparition, and
announced his readiness to attack the much-feared Bayway Record. at
7:08, the TTT commenced.
it was then noted that all bikes present were raw titanium, aluminum,
or carbon, and paint was decreed bourgeois.
so there were 5, so one was in danger of eventual dropitude, but the
miracles did not cease, and we were immediately joined on valencia by
the powerful Mark and his associate Baris, who rode a blue(!) Fuji.
now up to 3 could be dropped in the name of Speed.
it was then agreed that discipline and short, acceleration-free pulls
in the 24-26mph range would be observed. ahh, it was a thing of
beauty. 7 riders in egoless paceline rotation, all pulls under 2
minutes almost without exception. only once did Mark's excessive
power and iron legs get the better of him, and he had to be reminded
that his teammates could not sustain 28mph for long.
arriving at Sun, Adam the Pole-Slayer was encountered, and his head
appeared unharmed. just afterward, Steve and Dan were subsumed, and
Steve on his sexy, gleaming white BMC cyclocross rig joined the team
for a couple-mile chat.
the group of 7 nearly arrived intact, but a looming black Escalade on
University shaved the hapless Eric and Baris off the back like whiskers, while
simultaneously Hobe's pedal spring gave up the ghost and he was forced
to limp home unclipped on one side.
Mark then reminded us this was no laughing matter, and drilled it on
Bayshore, maintaining a 26+ mph average for the entire length, with
brief assistance by the team. It was then that the average crept over
the golden speed of 21.7mph, and all that remained was a strong
finish to Rengstorff.
7 riders started, 4 finished in the lead group
1:56:51 elapsed rolling time (-27 seconds vs. previous record)
21.8mph rolling avg speed
and despite having only one functioning pedal from EPA, Hobe still
broke 2 hours, with a 1:59 something. nice.
ps - pics are foggy due to completely sweat-soaked jersey obscuring
iphone camera lens. backback is also fully sweated-thru, a first.
Old Age and Treachery baby. When you are in over your head - suck
Then as soon as the struggles really begin, throw a wrench into Hobe's pedal, flick Baris and Altendorf at East Palo Alto, thus forcing the lead group to keep you around... bwhahaahaha.
Alas, we did get annoyingly get dropped pretty darn close to the finish line. I blame the absence of cytomax, <120psi>