WE HAVE A FAST, FOUR CORNER COURSE! The course is around Founders Park. Start/Finish line is on Sellas Road North at Delphinium St. The course is 0.7 mile, fast track.
Brentwood Redux by Trina Jacobson
I’ll spare you the detailed blow-by-blow race report because although we raced well, we didn’t win and it’s more appropriate to let Helens/Cannondale describe their domination of both women’s races on what I call Sunday Smackdown (owww, that freaking hurt!). What I will tell you is that I no longer feel like I have unfinished business at Brentwood. Yes, it’s true that I didn’t make it to the sprint because I crashed in the first corner of the last lap – it happens and it’s part of bike racing. I’m fine, but I cracked yet another helmet this year. Up to that point, I was thoroughly enjoying a hard, fast race with my friends, both teammates and competitors.
To get to the point of actually enjoying a hard, fast race has taken several seasons of enduring smackdowns and having the support of my team.
Thank you for the Smackdown
Each time I was dropped, left in the dust, dangled out front in a ill-timed attack, or struggled to hold a wheel I learned something about racing. I would not have been able to do all of this learning without some great teachers. The following teams have played a huge roll in elevating the level of women’s racing in SoCal and in my development as a cyclist. Thank you, ladies, for the smackdowns every weekend!
SC VELO/Empower Coaching
Velo Club LaGrange
Cynergy Cycles-Missing Link Coaching
No I in TEAM
My teammates on Revolution/ZOCA have taught me a lot about patience, trust, and timing. These lessons didn’t all happen on race day or on a bike, but regardless of the classroom, the lessons have brought us together to form a cohesive team. We’ve had great team success and have had a lot of fun doing it. Thank you Crystal, Simone, Dianna, Hilary, Karen, Tammy, Andrea, Kelly H., Kelly M., Patricia and Suzie for racing your hearts out, reminding me there is more to life that the bike, and for being strong women I can turn to. Thank you, Hector, waking me up to carpooling and for taking great care of us.
I consider my family and other cycling friends a part of my team, too. Without the support of family I wouldn’t be able to train and recover; play and laugh; or plan and dream. In addition, it’s their support and encouragement that pushes me to do well. My friends, whom I train with in San Diego, have pushed me to my physical limits on more than one occasion, and have shown me what is possible once you put your mind to it.
The last name “Bausch” may be synonymous with cycling in Southern California, but come August, the first name “Dotsie” will be on the world’s stage at the 2012 London Summer Olympics. Dotsie Bausch is no stranger to international competition. After all, she’s a six-time U.S. National Champion and two-time Pan Am Championship gold medal winner, but this will be her first Olympic Games. The OUCH Pro Cycling team member from Irvine, is part of a four women team that will represent the United States in the track cycling discipline. It’s usually an anaerobic effort to keep up with Dotsie and her husband Kirk, who rides for Surf City Cyclery, so Cycling Illustrated did it the easy way; through email. We caught up with Dotsie while she was in Mallorca, Spain training with Kirk and the rest of the U.S. Olympic Track Cycling Team. [Read more…]
That Was Then
I have some unfinished business with the SCNCA Elite Criterium Championships, which is now 4 days away. I am already visualizing the fast and technical race, the many scenarios that could unfold, and how my super-awesome-talented-HAWT teammates of Team Revolution/ZOCA and I will handle them. The ability to see riders in a break across the median, the noise from the crowd, the announcing, and the downtown location in Brentwood make it an exciting race. Add the few pro riders that usually attend and it’s ON FIRE!
Last year, the stars aligned for this race. My fitness was awesome, my team was racing in an excellent way, and our confidence was high. Despite a little sliding action early on in the race by me, the team was racing well and in every move. After I re-entered the race (stay calm, make your way to the pit, get back in, assess the race), I quickly found a groove, which happened to be right on SoCal-bred sprint phenom Coryn Rivera’s wheel. [Read more…]
Not to be fooled. Just when I thought we’d cruise through the remainder of the Summers’ So Cal racing series with flat industrial park Criteriums, the San Marcos circuit race lurked behind the shady auspices of races named “Criterium” on the SCNCA schedule.
San Marcos is a 1.3 Mile circuit that covers the grounds of the Cal State University, San Marcos campus. With one big ring climb that false flats to the finish line, racers gain approximately 73’ per lap. To put it bluntly, racing a course like San Marcos hurts! The punchy hill climb up Campus Drive creates the eventual attrition that most circuit races offer up, and usually only the strongest survive them. [Read more…]
The Monster Media/MRI team showed up in full force yesterday for the San Marcos Criterium. I think we had 10 guys, which was by far the most of any other team. I know it seems like we’re always stacking the fields but the usual numbers for us are more like six to eight. That said when all the guys come out, our tactics change a little bit. We went into the race only wanting to accept a situation that would give us a near certain win.
We knew from past editions that the San Marcos is a selective race that gets very hard, very quick, which plays to our strengths. There’s a hard little hill with a false flat into a cross wind, a tricky downhill turn, and a section of cross-tailwind that always ends up in the gutter with you searching for the 11. Our plan was to keep the pressure on until we were happy with the mix. [Read more…]
After sitting out of Cascade, I missed racing with the team and was rested and ready to come back. Our team fielded 6 riders, and we started out strong, launching attacks early in the race. I countered a couple moves early on, and by 35 minutes out of 75, it was coming to a point where I needed to decide if I wanted to commit to an attack and plan to stay away. About 2 laps later my teammate, AmandaMiller, rode over to me and said, ‘you need to go for it’, this was all the confirmation I needed. I launched ahead and when I looked I was with Jade Wilcoxson of Optum. A moment later, there was national criterium champion TCR, and I knew we were in for an exiting race. [Read more…]
Huge props to BJ Hale and the whole SoCal cycling family for bringing everyone together last Thursday night to Surf City Cyclery in Costa Mesa, where CyclingIllustrated.com lifted off, officially, into outer space.
Like any good family party it had the usual cast of characters: Crazy Uncle Hank who sits out on the porch all day drinking warm beer and shooting BB’s at stray cats; Cousin Slinky whose clothes are two sizes too small and whose [censored] keep almost bursting to freedom; Grandpa Dinkums who’ll pull you over and talk for an hour about how in his day they raced on square bicycle wheels; Brother Slick who makes a mysterious living selling a mysterious product that always keeps him in Porsches and Armanis; Brother Goat who can’t do anything right and who could [censored] up a [censored]; and most of all Daddy Warbucks, the hard-driving head of the family who makes it all happen.
We had all come together to celebrate the launch of CyclingIllustrated.com, but before we celebrated we got to eat free Mexican food, drink free tequila, and scoop up awesome gift bags loaded with quality swag. [Read more…]
I know on Sunday over 85 warriors lined up to compete for the coveted SCNCA Masters Crit State Championship. The day brought a bit of a twist for me because I had to race without any teammates, and I must admit, I was a little nervous and a tiny bit scared. All the teams that I’ve been battling against all year had numbers: Helen’s, Cal Pools, LaGrange, and the always tough Monster Media/MRI boys were. My game plan was to surf through the field and cover any moves, and to pay close attention to John Wike (Get Crackin’-MS Society) and Michael Johnson (Breakaway from Cancer), as they were racing solo as well, yet they’re always ready for war come game time. [Read more…]
We used to have a compost heap in the back yard. It was about fifty feet by fifty feet, and it mostly consisted of leaves and grass clippings. The heap was about ten years old when we moved in, and that thing was worm heaven. All you had to do as a kid was stick your hand down into the cool, loosely packed, shade-covered compost and up would come a fistful of big ol’ honkin’ earthworms.
They were so smooth, and cool to the touch, and fun to play with. You could put them in a tin can and have “worm wars” where the worms would battle each other to the death, except being the peaceful creatures they were, they would just wriggle around a bit. Occasionally you could pack a bunch into a styrofoam cup and murder them on the end of a fishhook. Worms have blood, by the way. All in all, though, the earthworms were just good ol’ playmates, and after you got done with them you’d toss ’em back onto the heap and away they’d go. Back home they’d probably be saying shit like, “Then the two-eyed monster grabbed me in his paws but I slithered free! I was awesome!”
We had a kid in our neighborhood called Bad Billy. Whatever he did turned out bad. He’s probably dead now, or in prison, or running a team in the Pro Tour. Bad Billy came over one day while we were having a worm war, and went home, and came back with a bucket. For two hours he hunted worms until that bucket was about a quarter of the way full of wrigglers.
“Watch this!” he said.
We ran after him, because whenever Bad Billy said “Watch this!” you were almost always guaranteed, in a short amount of time, to see squad cars with flashing lights, and maybe even a drawn revolver.
He dashed over to the giant fan that powered our outdoor a.c. unit, and as we watched in horror, he dumped the worms into the fan blades. Him being Bad Billy the Really Dumb, and us being the Equally Dumb, no one thought to step away from the fan. In seconds we were all covered with bits of shredded worm. I loved those worms, and will never forget being covered in them, chopped to bits. A little bit of me died that day, though of course a whole lot of worms died than I did.
Edict of Worms
There was a time when it was hard to get information about the Tour de France. It came in various edicts published by Winning, or, if you were really lucky, an old copy of Miroir du Cyclisme. You dug around a bit, and if you knew where to look you could always come up with a handful or two of Tour news and updates.
Then along came Al Gore’s Internet, followed by George W. Bush’s Internets, and we were awash in Tour news. In the beginning it was fun. Wow! Pooky van Festersore won the sprunt into Bordeaux, and we found out the same day! After a while, though, it got to be a bit much. We felt obligated to buy the complete Tour collection on DVD. By the eleventeenth disc, when we had to hear Phil say, “I believe it’s Vino,” followed by Paul saying “No, Phil, it’s Basso,” it started to get tiresome.
Then the Live Update Guy compelled us to follow it every few minutes even when we were at work. “Snuppums has been dropped. Reader from Punxsutawney wants to know why they’re called ‘primes.'”
Finally, along came the Twitter, where all the people you’re following are other cycle geeks, so you’d get several dozen Tour tweets per second during the stage. @mmmaiko even invented a whole language, Fabianese, that now takes six months of intense study just to understand, let alone mine the riches of hashtags like #uncunstitutional and #trollfacts.
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more spattered by Tour worms, that there was nothing about the Tour left to write about, whether Wiggles’s profanity or why this was the cleanest Tour ever since the last cleanest Tour ever, I made the awful mistake of checking cyclingnews.com, where I learned that of all the riders in the Tour, Alejandro Valverde gets the most fan mail. Wow. My understanding of this complex sport just got deeper than Atlantis.
Down in the gut-ter, Gut-ter so low…
From there it was descent into pure Tour filth. Peraud gets airlifted 200km to see his new baby. Pictures of wife’s epesiotomy to follow? Greipel’s team manager, Herman Frison, promises to visit a nude beach if Greipel wins. He’s fifty. Google Herman Frison’s picture and imagine him strutting the goods at Biarritz. Yeccccch. Vacansoleil gripes because their hotels were dirty. In France. Someone will next complain because the French don’t seem to bathe as often as Americans.
For all that, the more news spatter we have, the less real news we actually have. Answer me the following questions about the next stage: [Read more…]