The Green Mountain Stage Race (GMSR), traditionally held on Labor Day Weekend, is always a bittersweet time of the year. On the one hand, GMSR is one of the very best events in the region country, on the other hand, it signals the end of yet another road season. For some people, that means brushing off the knobby tires and diving head first into cyclocross season, while for others it means taking some time to rest before ramping up training in preparation for next season. Regardless, GMSR never fails to be a fun and challenging capstone to the road season.
Last year, at the encouragement of teammates Lydia Hausle and Preston Buehrer I made the trek out to Chicago for the 10-day, eight race Intelligentsia Cup series. Despite the fact that I spent most the week getting beat up in the category 2/3 fields, I had a blast shredding the technical and challenging courses and spending 10 days focused on nothing but bike racing. When I found out that the series was adding two additional days of racing, making it a block of 10 straight race days, and introducing stand alone category 3 fields, I knew I wanted to return. I “stretched” the “budget,” hitched a ride in Kenny McNeil’s “mobile command center” and once again found myself overly caffeinated on the starting line of the Beverly Hills Cycling Classic on a steamy Friday afternoon. What followed was more than a week of getting “pitted” on the bike and hanging out with people who have become some of my closest friends over the past few years. Below is a selection of highlights from the week.
I went into this season with the goal of getting a World Cup start, and rad news, it happened! I was selected for one of the USAC spots for the Mount Sainte Anne U23 XCO World Cup on August 7th.
Last week on Thursday I started my journey up to Mount Sainte Anne for the WC. My plan was to drive two hours, spin, drive two more hours, sleep, then finish the drive off in the morning to make sure we (by “we” I mean my friend Ian G and I) got there before reg closed for the day at 10. Everything went super smooth, the spin was very scenic, and we even went up and touched the border.
Fridays drive and reg went off without a hitch and by midmorning I was on the course. The course was EPIC. The climbs were steeper than anything I had ever seen, the descents were gnarlier than any I had seen. It was sweet. I rode for about 2 hours before calling it quits. I managed to get all the descents down, but I didn't have a chance to come into them tired or with pace.
The next day I rode for another 1.5 hours, I really wanted to come into a few of the descents redlined so I got my heart rate up there and sent them. This was good for my confidence in my riding but looking back I think I slightly overdid it with the riding these two days.
RACE DAY. It was here. I was in USA kit, stoke was high. After getting my chip and warming up, it was into the start grid. I was staged, you guessed, dead last. They called my name as I rolled up to the back of the pack and before I knew it the countdow had begun. The start was fast, and I didn’t really make up any spots. The first laps stunk in that I, along with the back 1/3 of the field was forced to run a lot of the steeper/more technical up hills. The front of the race was motoring away while this was happening but thats how it goes when you are starting near the back. I raced the next few laps, pedaling hard. I was gaining more on descents, or I guess it could be said I was simply loosing more on climbs. I went by every lap hoping I could make it to the final lap, but alas, I was pulled. I did manage to beat a few people, and I was supposed to get last, so I guess there is an upside, but on the whole I had obviously wished for a little more. The experience of racing at this level was amazing. It is eye opening to how good the top guys really are and inspiration for how much training must be done to get to there level. I hope to go back again next year and improve on my result.
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While some of our riders spent the Memorial Day weekend prepping for and driving down to the #B2C2TSE, another group make the annual trek up to Vermont for the always-awesome Killington Stage Race. While there was distinctly less "brap" and "gnar" and "schralping," there was plenty of "OMG we're going 50mph" and "wut? you want me to go up that?!?! There was also a modest amount of "success" in the results department. Details on all that below:
Ah, Transylvania. That time of year when Mike is particularly poetic - even for him. Click away and absorb all the race-brained content he hath provided:
This past weekend was the Fat Tire Classic, the first race of the 2016 Kenda Cup Series and race #2 for the Root 66 race series. B2C2 had a dozen-or-so racers competing. These are (most of) their stories:
We hope you enjoyed yesterday's coverage of the Rasputitsa gravel-grinding adventures. But don't think we've all jumped ship and bought 700c x 40, hydro-disc, 1x11s, thru-axel, gravel-grinding machines! Sure, some of us have. But we also still like to race those other, maybe more familiar types of bikes: road and mountain. Here's a short recap of the weekends exploits:
Rasputitsa: a 'road race' unlike the majority of road races we will encounter in a season. 45 miles, unsanctioned, Vermont. Anything unsanctioned in Vermont is bound to be the Jungle. We had four B2C2ers crazy enough to make the trip up to the Jungle for the ride. These are their stories.
After a slightly delayed start, the racing season in New England is finally in full swing (yes, I know. There was a MTB race last weekend and Ninigrit (No. 1) was last month. But for the sake of tradition, just pretend those don't exist for the next 5 minutes)
Hey folks! It's winter again, which means a couple things:
- It's snowing. And cold. Maybe (hopefully) not like last year, but the clouds are indeed falling from the skies again.
- Weekends are a thing! You haven't raced your bike in a while (fat bikes and indoor trainers don't count) and having 2 free days every weekend is simply amazing.
It was a great weekend in Warwick, RI for the New England Verge Series finale at NBX. I remember last year at this race being bitter cold, the only race at which I wore leg-warmers. This year brought unseasonably warm conditions, in the 50s - perfect for a long walk on the beach! But this isn’t a weather report…
Let’s talk about Julie! If you’ve ever met Julie, you know that she’s overwhelmingly positive and also incredibly humble. Put her in front of a camera and she blushes immediately. Tell her how great she is and she turns it around into a compliment to you. So let’s use this week to say all the nice things about her that she won't say herself? Deal? Ok, good.
Julie - I put my handlebar in Brittlee Bowman’s wheel and feel badly about it. I tried chasing her around the entire course to apologize, but she wouldn’t wait up. Sorry Brittlee!
Hannah - I ate it on the pro-only section. But I kept riding it because why not?
Erin - I needed a closer look at the barrier. Unclipping is overrated.
Julie - On Saturday I carried my bike up the run-up like it was a teacup, with my pinky high in the air.
Hannah - I finished on the lead lap, triumphantly.
Erin - I saw Julie stop pedaling for a second and it made me pedal harder. I still didn’t catch her.