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2011 Horst Engineering Masters Cycling Team March 3, 2011

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The Horst Engineering Masters Cycling Team is proud to announce their roster and sponsors for the 2011 season. We are dedicated to racing Masters road and cyclocross events on the Northeast racing calendar with the goals of having fun and getting results. We are a bunch of regular guys with families, jobs and other things in our lives, but we share a common love of bike racing.

Our title sponsor Horst Engineering, along with Benidorm BikesCharles Coaching and Nutrition ServicesRalph Rookey Photography, Property Research Corp., Rudy Project, Voler and TUFO continue their much appreciated support. We are pleased to welcome our new sponsors Flatbread Company and J. René Coffee Roasters and encourage you to patronize all our sponsors when you can.

We would also like to announce our new Facebook page for the team. If you are a Facebook user, please feel free to “Like” us.  Even if you are not a Facebook user, you can still visit our page, and follow team happenings.

2011 Roster
Gerry Clapper
Pat Cunningham
Matt Domnarski
Ted D’Onofrio
Scott Livingston (Horst Engineering President and CEO)
Spike McLaughlin
Paul Nyberg
Wayne Prescott
Thom Reid
Art Roti (Horst Engineering Vice President of Operations)
Ian Sinclair
Wade Summers
A. Zane Wenzel (Team Director)
Brian Wirtz
Mike Wonderly



Horst Spikes in Stock November 8, 2010

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Horst Engineering has produced a fresh run of Horst Spikes for the the 2010-2011 cyclocross season. Cyclocross is the fastest growing segment of the bicycle market. Races in all age groups are selling out all over the United States and the sport has always been popular in Europe.

Check out the latest information. Horst now offers three sizes (small, medium, long) and a special ice & snow version. Horst Spikes are great for cyclocross and mountain biking.

Two Thirds October 18, 2010

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Placed 3rd at Mansfield and Stratton Brook Cross this past weekend.

upcoming women’s rides November 4, 2009

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Gone to the Dogs September 21, 2009

Posted by Wade in Chatter, Race Reports.

Crossin’ 4 Canines Cyclocross Race – Rocky Hill, CT 

After fifteen years of racing Cyclocross, I finally won a race. In contrast, my first win on the road came just a couple of years after I started racing in 1992.

 The new race in Rocky Hill sorta fit the name of the town. Rocky. The start finish was on a pavement road that quickly changed into dirt  that in some sections was,  well, rocky. Nothing big, but they were those 2 inch trap stones that can be sharp. I cut a tubular on rocks like this last season. The rocks played a roll in my victory, with the two leaders, Sean Groom and Keith Gauvin both falling victim to the sharp stones.  The course was undulating and fairly demanding fitness wise with the balance of the course being grass fields and some sections of wood chips.  The course was dry.

I had a good start and was sitting 5th or 6th wheel. As we came to the first tricky part, a short sharp up-hill that was loose dirt. (It was ride-able but it only had one good line)  Groom got off the line and tipped over just in front of me. Luckily he fell to the left and not to the right, which was my line.

Keith got a gap at this point and I set off to get him. Sean came back to me and passed me before I could make contact with Keith. Darn! He is strong. He and Keith worked well together as I chased with Jeff Gelt .  At the beginning of lap two, just after the uphill portion of the dirt/rock road, I saw Sean running.  There was only one pit and it was right after the finish line, so Sean would be running an entire lap.  Jeff and I chased Keith for the rest of the race. Jeff seemed better than me in many of the corners but it was apparent I was better over the barriers and on the hills.  With 2 laps to go, I was checking on the gap to Keith when I heard something and saw him looking down at his wheel. Could he have flatted? It didn’t seem that we were closing much but he did appear to be going slower. Going into the bell, someone yelled “the leader is right there!!” Keith was coming out of the pit. Both Jeff and I punched it and we caught Keith as the road transitioned to the grass section. I knew my first attacked would come at the barriers and the hill that followed them. I nailed it and got a small gap but they both came back to me. The next section I was good on was a horseshoe downhill turn that transitioned to an uphill as you came out of it. I punched it and gapped them again. They closed it down.  Another sweeping turn into an uphill was my next shot. After the uphill on the road, this section was the longest sustained climb on the course. I had been good in the turn all race. I shot through the turn and punched it. Gauvin crashed in the corner. I kept the pressure on through the next 5 or 6 turns and one more uphill and held it to the finish with time to throw the arms up for a victory salute.  

Bad luck and flats are part of cross racing. I had good luck Sunday. After the race, I noticed a cut on the sidewall of my front tire, a Tufo Flexus 32. (great tire by the way). I was fractions of a millimeter from flatting myself. Two knobs we almost completely ripped off and the cut continued down to the sidewall, where the tube layer of the tire was exposed and bulging.

Nathaniel and Kieran are becoming quite the cheering section.  Nathaniel’s “Go Daddy!” can go right through your head like only the screech of a three year old can.  And Kieran smiles, points and says  ” EhhheehDadahaaa..” A photographer from the local paper was there and got shots and Nathaniel! and me. He left after our race so there is a good chance we’ll make the paper. We’ll keep an eye out.

Shenandoah 100 Mountain Bike Race Sept 06, 2009 September 8, 2009

Posted by wenzel in Chatter, Race Reports.
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It has been a while since posting, having missed posting the Litchfield Hills 100 ‘Win’, I will not be remiss in not posting the Shenandoah 100.


Spike and I raced this epic Mountain race this year, and by all expectations, we will be back for another round.


Spike had business in VA this past week, so on Monday he picked up all my gear and headed south. I on the other hand waited till Friday and headed south via Amtrak. I meet up with Spike at the Hilton Hotel in Old Town, VA. We then headed out for an awesome ride along the Patomic River in both VA and DC. Spike and Rhonda had spent some time here post-graduation, so Spike knew of all the great places to ride and drink. After finishing our ride and bike repair, we headed out for dinner in Old Town.


We settled into our chairs around 7pm in a place known as Murphy’s. Well needless to say, after many pints and a lot of Irish drinking songs we headed home around midnight. (Pictures to be posted later). Well, if you know anything about me, you know that I am not known as a drinker. So, after the bed spins stopped and the Advil kicked in, I had a restless sleep interrupted by Spikes alarm on Saturday morning. We headed out for a ride around VA, prior to breakfast. Well, as you might expect, it was not a very productive ride. However, I was able to burn some of the EtOH out of the system.


We arrive back in Old Town, shower and check out. Now onto Stokesville, VA…..well you know that you are in rural VA when the Garmin GPS can not find Stokesville. Needless to say, we finally arrived at the campground, established camp and waited for registration to open up. Registration opened at 4pm and we were two of the first people. We got our laminated, color, personalized number plates, along with Hammer gel flasks and a t-shirt. Nice! The best registration I have ever seen in 20+ years. We head back to the site, take the doors off the Jeep and head out for a ride and then onto the local market. If you never have had the pleasure of shopping in a local market in NW VA., please try it…..


After finishing our second dinner of burritos, we headed to bed, awaiting our 5am wake-up call. The campground starts to come alive around 5am as the riders start to awake to the knowledge that they will spend ALL DAY on their bikes. Around 5:30 am, a volunteer ran around the campground, banging on a Ziljain symbol. What a wake-up call. As 06:30 approaches we start to line up, the start is to be neutral, as the exit road is dusty and soft. Spike and I bump fists and the motorbike pacers set off. We feel good about our position, in this mass start race, until we get out on course only to notice that we are almost in last place. Spike and I spend our time during this first salve, driving ourselves into the upper third of the 550 rider field. We’re flying and the climbing starts. As someone told us on Saturday, the SH100 is a race of 5-climbs. For every foot in elevation you gain, you get it back in an equal descent….nice….unless you can not descend.


Spike and I stayed together for the first 15-20 miles until Spike threw in the white flag. This course is my kind of course with loooonnnnngggg dirt road climbs. I was able to put time into others riders at the expense of Spike. After waiting for the third or forth time, Spike finally released me from our pact. I climbed off, never to see him again.


I was flying. Everything was clicking, and the newly purchased 29er HT was the perfect bike for this course. During the road sections we were pace lining and then the climbing was just awesome in its vistas and duration. The longest climb of the day was a sustained 18-mile ascent of a local mountain (~90 minutes of sustained climbing): pavement, dirt road, jeep road and single track. This is where I know that things were going my way, for every rider I saw on this climb I caught and passed: 15 or so in all.  Sadly, I could not keep all of these riders at bay on the protracted descents, mostly on hard-pack single track. (I have never descended for such long stretches). Making the descent even more fun was the large black snake, looking like he was very mad……..


I hit the last feed station, #6 at the 88 mile mark feeling okay. The body was sore and my arse was killing me. Earlier in the race, while waiting for Spike, I had taken air from my tires and from the front shock….big mistake, as I did not realize how quickly the pressure would drop. So, I essentially raced without a front shock, so the body did the work the shock did not….


I pulled into the last station to top off the bottles, get the shock pumped up and the chain lubed….yes they would lube your chain…and off I go. 12-miles to go. I hit the bottom of the climb with my new found friend, DOC, who races from Team Saddleblock. I drop Doc and head on out. Near the top, I am burning the legs badly, the back is locking up and DOC is catching me. We crest the climb and now there are several miles of descending to go. I crawl through the last few miles, always looking back over my right-shoulder for Spike. Thankfully I did not see him.


I enter the finishing shoot and head for the line. Not sure of my placing or my time, I gave it my all and crossed the line. Doc was there waiting for me and we celebrated our ‘victory’! I paused for a minute and then hooped on the bike to ride to our tent. I have never been so spent in my life. I washed up while talking to the Doc, waiting for Spike to finish. A few minutes later he arrives, looking refreshed and happy…What a day!


To finish the story we headed to bed around 21:30 while riders are still finishing, some 15+ hours after starting the day….ouch!


We both awoke at 02:30, unable to sleep due to injuries and restless legs. We decided that sleep was out of the question, so we hit the road at ~03:00 and headed home.


We both completed our goals: Sub 10-hours and top 100 finishers:


Me 9:24:00 (66th Men’s Open)

Spike: 9:37:00 (79th Men’s Open)



12 Hours of Stony Creak August 12, 2009

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Race #4 of the Michigan Endurance Cup Series

As luck would have it, I ended up in Michigan to visit my wife’s family from 27JUL to 09AUG this year. This is a trip we do every year, where we spend the first week in Sterling Heights (not too far outside of Detroit) and then the second week up north in Rapid City (just outside of Traverse City). It’s a time where we can kick back and relax a bit, catch up on family and enjoy the pleasures of summer. Since we drive out each year, I’ve been able to bring my bike to do some recovery rides to get ready for the impending mountain bike races stacked up in AUG and SEP.

This year would be a little different. Breaking the tradition of relaxed recovery rides, I opted to compete in a 12-hour mountain bike race. I found out about the race, oddly enough, from my Mother-in-law. She sent me an e-mail indicating that there was going to be a race not too far from their house in Sterling Heights.

Always up for a challenge, I decided that this year I was going to bring my road bike for some good recovery rides while we were up north, but I was also going to bring my mountain bike to race in Detroit (Ok, technically it wasn’t in Detroit, about 15 miles away, just kind of funny to say mountain biking in Detroit).

Because packing to go on a 2 week vacation can be a challenge all in itself, (a task my wife takes on about 99.8 % of the work) I decided that I wasn’t going to put too much energy in getting the bikes ready. In fact, I didn’t even touch the bikes prior to leaving, just put them on the rack on then we headed out.

I did think for a few moments that I should probably change my tires on the mountain bike, they were my big mud tires after all, but I decided to just keep them on to keep the miles off my racing tires. The reasoning was that this race was just going to be a training race only, and that I didn’t want to go too deep so close to the Hampshire 100k and the Shenandoah 100. It takes quite a bit of time for my body to recover from a really long ride, and this was going to be the longest I’ve ever been in the saddle.

So my intention for the race was to simply prepare myself for the Shenandoah 100 by experimenting with fueling and stopping at rest stations, and simply getting a lot of miles on the mountain bike. Hydration for me is always an issue, and I need to be very careful in what I do because if I don’t do it right, the consequences are mostly often in the form of hitting that huge wall of pain. This happened to me a couple years ago at the Bradbury Mountain Enduro Race – the last couple of miles were the worst I ever felt on a bike, and it took close to 2 weeks to recover from that. So for this race, it was going to be how best to stay hydrated and then work in some other foods to see how I would do. The race itself was just an opportunity to commit to such a long ride, something I would find impossible to do, especially in Michigan away from home, if it was just up to me to go out alone and ride. My goal was to finish the race and try to get in 120 miles on the bike.

Ok, now to the actual race report. Check-in starts at 0700, race meeting at 0730 and start time was at 0800. I get to the race right around 0700, maybe a tad bit later. I grab my stuff and set it up near the start/finish line. There were a bunch of teams there that had set up tents and had chairs and coolers, and I was kicking myself for not bringing at least a chair. But as luck would have it, soon after I put my stuff down Team Sandbag Bicycle Racing showed up looking to set up their tent. They offered a spot under their tent if I would agree to share my stake of land. So up went the tent and I was instantly set up with a nice spot in the shade. They seemed like a real nice group going out there and racing their bikes, playing a bit on words with their team name (http://www.teamsandbag.com). I was thankful they offered up a spot and it proved to be very useful throughout the race, providing a great spot to keep my stuff safe and out of the sun.

The teams categories were the first to go off, followed by the Solo riders. There was an option for a 6-hour race, a temptation that I had to fight to resist, and they went off at the same time as the 12-hour race. The laps were reported to be right around 10 miles, with a combination of double track and single track.

The course turned out to be real fast and not particularly technically challenging – something I was kind of expecting. There were a couple short hills, but most of the riding was quick up and down, almost groomed trails. There was hardly a root to be found, and there was only one artificial rock garden that did little to slow you down. There was never a place that required a lot of concentration nor did you ever have to unclip for any reason other then to stop at the pit.

That being said, the singletrack flowed very well, with lots of twist and turns that felt more like a BMX course then it did a traditional east coast mountain bike course (the only kind of mountain bike racing I’ve done). When you hit the double track (more like a jeep trail) it was mostly flat with a bit of a breeze to contend to. It was the driest race I have ever done, and was cursing at the mud tires stuck to my rims. As dry as the course was, I still managed to get just as dirty from the dust and sweat as any of the worst races around here.

The first lap was very fast for me – less then 45 minutes to complete lap one. There was no way I was going to be able to maintain that kind of pace, but visions of 140 miles started to dance in my head. You had to start your last lap prior to the 12 hour mark, so your last lap could start as last as 11:59 into the race. So after the first lap, I slowed it down a bit, pulling a 48 minute lap. My goal at this time was to keep my lap riding time below 1 hour, knowing that there were going to be a few laps over an hour because of stopped time, but I didn’t want my ride time to be less then an hour.

At lap three, I picked up my CamelBak that was filled up and loaded with everything I would need to a 100 mile race. My intention was to wear this for at least 4 hours, and then drop it off and go to just using bottles. This was my first stop, and it only took about a minute to pick up and get going again. I was feeling pretty good, and my head was clear. I still had visions of 140 miles, but I was focused on completing 120 miles as my main objective.

I settle into about a 52 minute ride-time lap routine, trying to minimize the amount of time stopped in the pit. At lap four, I decided that I shouldn’t fight to get 140 miles in, and that 120 miles would be just about perfect for a training day race.

Going into lap five, I start slipping a bit mentally. The course wasn’t very technically challenging, but staying focused for the full 12 hours was going to be much harder then I originally anticipated. I started to think about that 6-hour race, and that maybe that’s all I really should be doing. After all, I am on vacation, and I do have a couple really big races coming up. Not only that, but I started to think about all the time I was missing with my family, and all of a sudden my urge to race for 12 hours was weakening.

So lap six comes up, and about half way through, I run into another 12-hour racer. He was off his bike and walking. I stopped to see if he needed any help, and he indicated that he had a flat with no tube or way to inflate it. I offered my saddle bag in support, with everything he would need to change out his tire. He thanked my and I was off again. Not long after that, I realized that now I was going to have to wear the CamelBak for the remainder of the race – something I wasn’t very excited about doing. As I finished the sixth lap and going into the seventh, I really started considering asking if I could just do the 6-hour race. I just couldn’t imagine doing this same course for another six hours.

So my chance to finish at six hours came and went, and I went on – very reluctantly. I finish my seventh lap and started going into the eighth lap when I saw my wife! Wow, that was a surprise. Then I saw the kids cheering! That certainly boosted my moral a ton. I stopped and chatted with the family for a few minutes, they gave me some words of encouragement, and then I was back on the bike. From that point, things turned around for me. I remembered why I was there in the first place – to train for the other races. So I started experimenting with food and fluids. Came back after that lap and the family was still there – sweet! Chatted for a few more minutes (this was a training race, after all) and then was back riding again. The laps seemed to come easier now, not necessarily faster, just easier. My body was still feeling pretty good and now I was back on track for finishing this thing. My mind was back into the goal of 120 miles, and the end was in sight.

With 11 laps under my belt, I stopped for my last big pit stop. Time for one last fueling, filled up the bottles and did a quick stretch. My plan was to go ultra easy on lap 12 and then hit it as hard as I could for lap 13. Based on my time, I should have plenty of time to get to lap 13, so I really took my time at this rest stop. The last thing I wanted to do is crap up with just two laps to go.

So off I go again, nice and easy. I maintained that pace for the entire lap. I come up to the start/finish and they waved me down. Race over. What? It’s only 11:20 into the race; I still have time to do one more lap! They said that they were stopping an hour early because of potential weather that may be coming. At first I was a bit disappointed, but that quickly faded and I was a bit relieved that I didn’t have to do another lap. As it turned out, it was probably really good that they called it early because it forced a nice cool-down lap for me while I was fully loaded, something I would not have done given the option to after the race was over.

So 120 miles later (11 hours and 17 minutes) I was done. Perhaps the hardest race mentally I have ever done, but the body responded surprisingly well. I ended up taking 3rd place in my category, so I was pretty excited about that. More importantly, I have a lot of confidence going into the Hampshire 100k and Shenandoah 100.


Charity World Championships 2009 (aka BKM/Steelcase MS100) June 9, 2009

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            Welcome back to the CWC 2009, please stay tuned for the race call as seen from the very myopic eyes of an older, attractive bike racer.


            Sunday, June 07th started like many other days in the 20+ year career of this racer. The sun shown brightly and the weatherman called for a beautiful day. I woke at my usual time, 04:50 and packed the car heading off to D-and-D for my pre-race meal. Today, albeit lit like so many prior, was not an ordinary day. What lay before us was the Charity World Championships. 100 miles of the fastest, flattest road CT has to offer. The terrain was not my worry; it was the 60+ riders gunning for the title. Even though today’s ride was to benefit the ongoing research into a Cure for Multiple Sclerosis, we were also here for the ‘bragging’ rites of another year. I have worn that mantel before, and it can be very heavy on one’s shoulders, especially in its defense.


            This year I brought the boys with me: Spike ‘The Hammer’ McLaughlin and Mark ‘Tail Gunner’ Guinn. As the start time neared, the nerves kicked in. Am I ready? Did last week’s crash take it out of me? Are the antibiotics out of the system? Will I get sun poisoning again? So many questions, but so few answers! I look around the start line at the warriors preparing for battle: David ‘Faux-NERAC’ Hildebrand, Jr., Terry ‘The Anvil’, Steiner “The Viking’, ‘Singapore’, Singapore’s Brother, ‘Specialized Man’, ‘Top Donation Getter 2007’, ‘The Hammer’, ‘Tail Gunner’ and me.


            Go…..the ‘race’ is on. The pace is brisk, but not over bearing as we head out of town. The tempo for the day is quickly set as the town line sprint is on within a few short miles. Oh, it will be a fun day. We spent the next 50-miles at the mercy of ‘The Anvil’ and ‘Singapore’. Both of these guys were making my legs hurt, with Singapore doing more than his fair share. At some point, Faux-NERAC had a clairvoent moment, predicting the demise of Singapore. (Little did we realize that “Singapore’ flew in Saturday night from half-way around the world…his loss.) The group stayed together going into the feed zone at 45+ miles. In together-out-together. It was in this next few miles that lost the gunner. As the group dwindled the pace seemed to quicken. Keeping this more interesting was the constant search and sprint for townlines, which bu this point in the ‘race’ I have a slight lead.


            The miles tick on, the pace quickens, and the group dwindles. So, were heading into the last 20-miles and the group is less than 14 riders with the main protagonists still there. Low on water, long on cramps the real ‘race’ is on. There is no group stops….done are the free will offerings….the jersey is at stake. I call Spike up to discuss ou options. ‘The Anvil’ is crushing us. “Singapore’ is napping at the back. Jr. is riding strong and keeping his cards close, Steiner is OTB with a mechanical, ‘Specialized man’ has whored himself out to us and I am fighting off the cramps. So, what needs to be done? ATTACK! Spike started the salvo. Every little rise in the last 20-miles was an opportunity to attack. Rider after rider took their shots. Some riders fell by the wayside, but most were hanging on. My legs came around, and I was able to solidify and place-in-the-bag my Sprint Jersey. Terry ‘The anvil’ had won the Polka Dotted Jersey, so all that was left was the World Champ’s Jersey.


            Coming into the industrial park, I jumped and was quickly reeled in. Spike went next and captured the last intermediate sprint. I think that Jr took over from there with ‘The Viking’ in tow. Yes, the Viking. Hard right, Hard right, 100 meters to go. I sit third wheel, unable to get around Steiner and watching Jr take the jersey in a strong statement. Third I scream, well inside my head……wait, wait…..DQ’d, DQ’d……2nd place has been relegated. After careful review of the tapes, Steiner had not completed the whole course, he has been DQ’d….Silver Medal goes to Wenzel. The golden boy has been toppeled…..from 2008 Gold to 2009 First Loser.


The Stats: 21+ mph 100.2 miles


1st Place David ‘Faux-NERAC’ Hildebrand, Jr. 2009 WC

2nd Place Zane ‘Attractive Older Guy’ Wenzel

3rd Who Cares


Best Rookie Rider; Spike ‘The Hammer’ McLaughlin

KOM; Terry ‘The Anvil’

Green Jersey: Zane ‘Attractive Older Guy’ Wenzel



            As we sat around after enjoying the meal provided we discussed this very post. We all had a great day and look forward to the 2010 edition of this superior event.


Special thanks to the MS Society for a quality event. Thanks to the countless volunteers that make this ‘race’ possible. Let us not forget the real reason we are here! We may fight our battles on Saturday and Sunday, but there are millions that are afflicted with MS fighting battles every day. May the money we help raise, help those close to us who battle daily: Erika, Louise, and Laura

15th Annual Sterling Road Race May 9, 2009

Posted by wenzel in Chatter.

…Well I think that I have done 13 of 15-years for this race and every year is a new experience. 2009 was the most ‘fun’ so far. Gary, Spike and I lined up at 8:30 this morning for the M35+ race.  I am not sure of the total number, but I think that we had 70+ racers. The plan for the day was to cover any moves, as CVC, CCB, BikeBarn, Keltic Construction and OAA all had large teams. If nothing stayed away, we were set up Gary for the sprint. Well, we had least had a plan….

We started on time and rolled out for our ‘neutral’ jaunt through greater Sterling. We ride up the hill, through the S/F line to the shouts and cheers of the throngs of onlookers and head into loop. Kyle Wolfe puts in an attack just after the overpass a mere few meters into the non-neutral start. His move was covered by Henk (CVC) and BikeBarn guy. CCB crossed the gap with me in tow and last but not least the OAguy came up to us. Again, less than a mile into the race. Holy Crap, the right mix of strength and teams. Our gap quickly grew to 1:15. Here is how the rest of the race went:

Lap One: We’re away and slamming it…pull, rest, rest, rest, rest,rest and pull again.

Lap two: Gap is growing and we are slamming it…pull, rest, rest, rest, rest,rest and pull again.

Lap Three: Gap is growing, but we lose Henk…. now it’s, pull, rest, rest, rest,rest and pull again.

You get the point. Now the fun really begins, going into one-lap to go. The five of us hav built a 3+ minute lead, SRAM car is right behind us. The CCB, OA, and Bike Barn guy have been strong all day. Prior to hitting the hill the penultimate time, I had been missing pulls in an effort to soften the oxes. Just after the the final lap bell, the BikeBarn guy puts in an attack which gaps me going into part two of the finish hill. Holy Crap, this hurts, but I dig as deep as possible and grab the tail-end and we are off to the races. The last lap was sort of mellow with no one throwing in any additional attacks. Rt12 was a little difficult, as there was a slight head wind and the CCB and OA guy were killing it.  We head into town for the finish and I am last wheel , as I pulled the little hill on Rt12. We come into the 180-degree turn at the bottom, I hear Gary on the side of the road….screaming works of encouragement. The sprint is on….I stand…I double-quad cramp…..I sit….I look over my shoulder, only to see Butch’s face in the SRAM car…I look up the road and watch the sprint I should have been in unfold before my eyes.

So, our Break went wire-to-wire. Wow! This is a first for me. I may have done it in crits, but never a wire-to-wire road race. I have never hurt this much, but then again, it never felt so good.

The order of finish: Keltic, CCB, BikeBarn, OA and me. Thanks to Gary and Spike patrolling the pack. Look for their back stories later.

23.9mph avg / 159 bpm avg  I tired now, so I am signing off. Happy Mother’s Day on Sunday.

Ouch that Hurt…. March 10, 2009

Posted by wenzel in Chatter.

It’s going to happen some time, some place and today was my day. Nearing the end of our lunch-time slug fest, I was accelerating up a slight rise, trying to put the final nail into Spike’s coffin…and blam, pow, kerplowey…chain skips off the Big Meat and slips to the inside without catching the little pie. I jerked, jammed and shimmied and was able to get my right foot on the pavement and I skated for a few feet until my cleat grabbed or something and down I went.


I wish that there was a follow car with HD video because I am not sure how all this happened and I need the video to reconstruct the cold case. So here is the damage: scuffed bartape, broken bottle cage, minor scuffs to the saddle,  a destroyed rear wheel, shredded aerobooties, and two broken Time Cleats.  Much to my dismay, no torn clothes, no dented frame, only a devastated ego.  Adding to this ego crush is Spike picking up pieces of my cleats and asking me: “Is this yours?” Oh, I almost forgot, Spike picked up the broken bottle cage piece and took it home as a trophy. Why? What for? I  have no clue, but I am sure that he will rub it into one of my ‘wounds’ this season: some time, some place!

After disabling the rear brake we limped back to work. I noticed after arrival that I had pulled spokes through, or nearly through 5-6 spoke holes. The 2+ year old Swiss DT R1.1 have been great, but today was the last straw. The only thing that makes since is that during the ‘fall’ I must have landed on the wheel and crushed it, thus sparing the rest of the rig.  The wheel must have had some spring in it as it catapulted me up and onto my fanny, landing squarely in the middle of the road with a bicycle-crashgymnast’s 10.0 landing. (Is the Olympic Scoring out of 6 or 10?) Again, all without ripping my shorts.

Showering after the ride-vault showed more damage. Across my back-side perpendicular to the top of the crack is a very large, sore, swollen raspberry. As I sit here my gluteus maximus, minimus and medius  muscles stiffen reminding me constantly that riding your bike can sometimes be a ‘Pain in the @#$’ and very costly.