The Difference Between Knowing Something and Doing Something About It
Last night was the first time the Arctic Bike Club ran a criterium at
the former Kulis Air National Guard Base. As an Alaska Guardsman, it was weird
seeing how it’s changed since the 176th Wing moved to Elmendorf AFB.
I live a couple miles away, but I hadn’t been there since they closed down. At
any rate, old Air Force Bases make for fun crit courses. We were running a loop
of a little over a half a mile long, on closed roads, with a short hill and
some winding turns to make it interesting. After last year, I had asked for new
venues and more mass-start events so that racers could get used to pack riding,
and the Road Division really stepped up. This course needs to be a regular
feature on our calendar.
After the Tour of Fairbanks, I’ve been in kind of a recovery/rebuilding
phase, so I wasn’t planning on doing anything spectacular. Get in some good
intensity, play around here or there, and have some fun. That’s it. Members of
the newly-formed Team Trek Alaska had other ideas. The two riders in question
were also the two riders that worked over the field during the Bodenburg race
earlier this year, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone who was
paying attention. After a couple of attacks, one rider went off the front while
the other rode false tempo to slow the pack down. Unfortunately, I was near the
back of the field when the move went, but I knew what was going on right away.
I waited a couple laps to see who else was paying attention, and when nobody
caught on I moved up and started to up the pace. The problem was, every time I
pulled off the front, that team mate was right behind me to slow the pack
again. I pointed out the situation to several of the riders, and eventually
found a couple strong enough and willing to work. The problem was, none of us
were strong enough to prevent that one guy from breaking up any organization. 20
minutes into the 40 minute crit, and I pretty much gave up on that tactic.
Everyone else was oblivious, gassed, content to ride for 2nd, or all
of the above. I faded back into the field and waited.
Ten more minutes went by, and another racer asked if I was interested
in joining him in an attack. Actually, that sounds more conversational than the
monosyllables, gestures, and grunts we are capable of during a race. However it
was conveyed, I got the message, and on the next time up the small hill I stomped
on the pedals, opened a gap, and dropped my intended breakaway mate. I had
doomed the break before it had started thanks to my impressive display of
stupidity. Knowing I wasn’t strong enough to stay away alone without my own
team mate blocking (he’d been dropped earlier) I once again faded back into the
pack.
As the final lap started, I worked my way up the line, finding what I
thought was a good position for the bunch sprint. I was wrong, and was on the
wrong side and boxed in when the final move went. By the time I got clear there
was no way I could close the gap, so I settled for a tepid 5th place
result.
That guy off the front? He lapped us by the end, and was comfortably
sitting in when we crossed the finish line. It was an impressive display of simple
tactics and strong riding. We’ve had a history of strong riding in the Sport
field, but not a whole lot of tactical racing. That inexperience means it
doesn’t take much to pull the wool over our collective eyes, and that coupled
with two of the strongest riders in the field pretty much means the rest of us
have been bringing knives to a gun fight. The strategic counter to their race
tactics is elegantly simple. Unfortunately, it also requires the right
combination of strength and timing to pull off. That isn’t quite so simple.
However, it makes riding around in a circle at high speeds while wearing lycra
much more interesting.
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