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Monday, March 16, 2009

Elite Team Training Camp:A Wheelsucker Special Report

Perhaps influenced by the well publicized Team Saxo Bank (ex Team CSC) wilderness team camp in Denmark, and Team Liquigas’s team camp in the northern Italian snow, or more likely just a little unlucky with the weather, the Team Latitude elite (and elite dev) team held its training camp in the Blue Ridge mountains this past weekend.

Ex ABRTer Chris Larsen arranged to have part of the team stay with his grandparents, while the others stayed closer to the top of the Blue Ridge, at Wintergreen resort. While not all elite and elite dev team members could attend, the team had an excellent turnout with:
Chris Larsen (no longer with ABRT)
Chip Hoover
Eric Krause
Nat Thompson
Yanni Papadopolous
Brian Fouche
Stephen Koeble
Paul Beyer
Mike Hefner
Lance Lacy
Ali Meller
Supported by Kyle Jones and Doug Milliken.

The wheelsucker feels honored and privileged to be a member of the elite dev team, and is not entirely sure how he made it onto the team, and worries about being able to hang with this crowd, some of whom are young enough to be his sons.

Almost everyone managed to arrive Thursday evening, enjoying the freshly falling snow on the trip down. The drive up the side of the Blue Ridge up to Wintergreen resort was impressive. The wheelsucker was trying to decide if the gradient was 15%, 18% or 20%, all while trying to stay on the road, while following Mike Hefner (aka Hef2) up the road.


Chip had arranged for the Wintergreen resort condo; it was quickly apparent that most team members (those who arrived in time to score beds) were not going to be "roughing it".


A team bike really adds to the decor


Lance makes himself comfortable


Those arriving earlier scored beds, others did not


The view from the loft suite


Nutrition is important to elite team members


Do NOT mess with Hef2!


Team members awoke Friday morning to find several inches of fresh powder on the ground, balcony, trees and roads. After some quick phone calls with those at Larsen’s grandparent's ranch, Plan A (a long hard ride with amazing climbs) evolved to Plan B, then Plan C and finally Plan CV2.

Is that two inches? Three inches? More?


Winter wonderland?


This is a cycling camp?


Plan C Version 2 was hike a section of the Appalachian Trail, specifically a hike called "The Priest", and described as "Hike the toughest part of the Appalachian Trail: This is the arguably the hardest section on the Appalachian Trail with a 3,000 ft vertical rise in about 4 miles." See: http://www.trailheadfinder.com/trail_editor/show/205 for more information.


What fun! A hike!


Plan CV2

How hard can this be?

 

 


Though not in the Burma jungle, this hike was a full-on "Bridge on the River Kwai"-style death march up the side of a mountain, in wet slippery snow, and then a race back down. With the possible exception of Chris Larsen, who seems to enjoy hiking and apparently does a lot of it, and who felt so strongly about cycling in the cold rain that he left the camp early Saturday morning and went home, just about everyone on the team swears they will never go hiking again.


March or die


Picture yourself hiking up the mountain at a threshold-crossing-into-VO2-max pace, soaked with sweat, muscles-not-used-in-cycling in pain, perhaps wearing only running shoes and plastic bags on your feet, and then racing back down the hill, trying to cut corners on the switchbacks to pass a few team mates.




Paul wore socks, plastic bags and running shoes!


Chip cannot go any further


The wheelsucker at the top


The rock formation known as "The Priest"


The wheelsucker – who as someone later pointed out should have taken advantage of any wisdom his advanced age had provided him – got caught up in this, and found himself running down the trail in pursuit of an agile, fit 23 year old. The agile fit 23 year old disappeared around a corner, stepped off the trail for a quick pee, and stayed silent as the wheelsucker went tearing by, risking twisting an ankle or falling at every step. By the bottom of the trail near the parking area, after sliding into a creek, falling several times, and covering his jeans in mud, the wheelsucker was nearly crawling with his back and every muscle in his legs reminding him that he had been foolish. But he was first back to the cars.


After the drive back to Wintergreen (for those staying there) everyone had trouble climbing out of Kyle's car and walking the short distance to the condo. The wheelsucker self medicated with ibuprofen, Goslings Black Seal rum and red wine (for medicinal purposes only).


The stronger ones made it to the hot tub, the rest collapsed in the condo


After a shower and short rest the wheelsucker was barely able to make it up the steps to Kyle’s car for the ride to Chris' grandparent's ranch, and dinner. But dinner was worth the effort, and several more glasses of red wine did seem to ease the stiffness in the wheelsucker's legs. While all the food was both excellent and plentiful, some of those participating were particularly taken with the extensive dessert selection.

It was a pleasure for the wheelsucker to meet the team members he did not already know, and everyone really enjoyed dinner and hanging out. Major kudos to Chris' grandparents for hosting many of the team for the weekend, and everyone for Friday dinner.

Saturday morning was harsh; everyone had stiffened up overnight. The wheelsucker was hobbling around getting ready, but noticed that Paul was having at least as much trouble walking up and down stairs.

 


Saturday breakfast at Wintergreen


The boys looking forward to a ride


It was just above freezing, and pouring with rain. The plan-for-the-day evolved into: meet at the ranch and ride from there. Strong man Doug Milliken decided to ride his bike to the ranch (this was a 35 minute drive by car!) and set off down the side of the Blue Ridge on his bicycle.

The ranch is at the end of a gravel/dirt road, so riders all looked like cyclocross racers even before they got to the paved road. The team headed out in a double paceline with the leaders taking short one minute-or-so pulls. Very soon after leaving, the team met Doug, who joined in. The wheelsucker noted that his socks were soaked through after ten to fifteen minutes of riding. The route was rolling initially, and the wheelsucker was able to suck it up and hang on the short climbs, but when the team hit the first climb longer than a couple of minutes he and another rider went OTB. The downhill on the other side was a series of switchbacks which felt very slippery in the pouring rain, so the two riders took it very easy descending and then worked hard to catch back on, with help from Kyle driving the SAG wagon. Once back on everyone was fine until the second longer climb which once again saw the same two riders off the back, chasing a third up the road that was losing contact. At the top of the climb Kyle and the SAG wagon were waiting and four riders took the opportunity to change some clothes in an effort to restore feeling in extremities. This took long enough that they decided they would not be able to catch on chasing, so they went down the climb the way they had come up, short cutting the route slightly. Once all back together, the team was hammering along in the pouring rain until the right turn towards Wintergreen. At one point the team crossed paths with the Coppi squad, who were also having a training camp that weekend. Everyone who was staying at the ranch except Chip, Eric and Stephen skipped the turn and kept going for the ranch, but Chip, Eric, Stephen, Mike Hefner, Ali Meller and Lance Lacy made the right turn and started up. The wheelsucker was miserable, he was soaked through, colder than he had ever been, and feeling the effects of the Friday hike and trying to stay with the elite team on the climbs earlier in the ride. Other riders were not much better, and one by one riders dropped out and jumped into the SAG wagon. The wheelsucker had no power left and was going slow and easy hoping to finish, and the gap between Chip, Eric, Stephen, Mike and the wheelsucker opened.



The riders came around one curve and found a fan dressed in a cockroach suit cheering them on from the side of the road. Check out the video.
omigod! That roach is enormous!

 


Then Stephen joined Paul and Lance in the SAG wagon, and it disappeared to ferry them up to the condo, leaving Chip, Eric, Mike and Ali on the climb. By the time the SAG wagon returned, Ali was more than ready to bail, and jumped into Kyle’s car to warm up while Kyle put the bike on the roof rack. Chip, Eric and Mike each made it to the top and rode to the condo. Kudos to these guys, it wasn’t just a very tough climb, the conditions were ridiculous, with pouring rain in near freezing temperatures, and very limited visibility (in the clouds). The only other rider who made it up the Wintergreen climb was ironman Doug Milliken, who had split with the team (recall that he had ridden to the ranch) and headed back at the Wintergreen turn. He made it most of the way up but managed to break his rear derailleur shortly before the summit, so disappeared in search of a bike store. Once back at the condo, the wheelsucker started self medicating with Goslings immediately, even taking his glass into the shower with him. After soaking in a hot bath, and several does of ibuprofen and Goslings, the wheelsucker regained enough strength to put some clothes on and make it down the stairs to the living room to sort through wet clothes.

 


Dry shoes are a must have!

 


Dinner at Wintergreen was a couple of hours later. The team hung out at the condo after dinner, with an epic Wii tournament and Hef2 playing his Wii guitar.

The Sunday forecast was for more of the same, so the plan was to drive north towards 66, hoping to get a ride in, north of the storm. The first convoy arrived in Sperryville to find it raining almost as hard as on Saturday, so everyone bailed and went home. The wheelsucker did get in a rainy cold recovery ride with Doug Milliken, the Doetsch and James, once back on the Annapolis area.

This was a very interesting weekend for the wheelsucker. The team has some very strong riders. Yanni is a big strong Jens Voight type who’s only claimed weakness is longer-than-five-minute climbs; this is of course a major concern in MABRA racing. If there are any long climbs, Brian Fouche is going to gap everyone, the others seem strong all rounders, and Hef2 clearly has the strength to get the last points he needs to cat up to 2 very shortly.

Team Latitude/ABRT looks pretty good at the cat 1-2 level. The wheelsucker is less clear on how the remaining cat 3s on the dev team will do in cat 3 racing. Few of the masters riders were there, and it is not clear to the wheelsucker if any of the masters riders are going to try to win the 35+ BAR, though winning a number of races should not be a problem with the masters riders on Team Latitude/ABRT.

Thanks very much to Kyle and Doug for supporting the team. Having a warm SAG wagon full of dry clothes made all the difference on Saturday, and the cockroach costume was priceless.

OK, despite the tongue-in-cheek whining... While the weather may not have been ideal for cycling, it was a great weekend with the team, members now know each other a lot better, have a better idea of what each team member can do, and had fun together.

CSC camp: http://www.cyclingnews.com/news.php?id=news/2008/nov08/nov26news2

Liquigas camp: http://www.cyclingnews.com/news.php?id=news/2008/dec08/dec03news

Monday, November 10, 2008

Night Out With The Homies

Friday night as I was riding home in the car with my wife, Dana, I get a call from one Lance Lacy at around 4:30pm. He tells me some of us who live with 10 miles of each other were gonna be getting together with spouses and girlfriends for dinner at the Sakura Japanese Steakhouse on Housley Road (near Westfields Mall) in West Annapolis and follow it up with some drinking and fun at Stevie D's house in Millersville. My wife had a long day and didn't want to go, but I was up for it, so long as I got a ride in before. Dana gave me a pass and told me to have lot fun. So after doing a 45 min stint on the rollers, I got dressed, put on the sharp, new Team Latitude polo and headed on over to the restaurant. I got there and everyone except Sue Estes had already arrived. Ali, aka The Wheelsucker, was there sans date too. That's good, so now I wont feel like a total loser being by myself.




L to R: Amanda Wu, Amy Jones, Lance Lacy (partially hidden), Kyle Jones, Sherry Collison (Lance's girlfriend), Ty Wu (mostly hidden) and Ali Meller. Not shown, is me who took the picture.

They seated us pretty quick and took drink orders. I was kind of disappointed at the beer choices so I ordered the old standby, Sam Adams. Mind you they had every Japanese beer and Sake, but I'm not a fan of either.

They seated us a a really large grill horseshoe style. I took and end seat directly facing the Teppanyaki chef so as to get the best opportunity to get my eyebrows singed off. He did warn me...



Amamda, Ty, Sherry and Lance



Kyle, Amy and Ali



Me, and Amanda. Only Sue is missing.



That's Sue on the right.

I ordered the Filet Mignon and Chicken combo with Teppanyaki Shrimp and fried rice appetizers. The chef did all the usual stuff, the egg on the spatula trick and the onion volcano. It was pretty cool to see a Teppanyaki chef work the grill in person versus watching it on The Food Network. The food was excellent. I left nothing on my plate.

After we were done, we all packed into our vehicles and headed to the beer store and then Steve's place. While at the Waterbury there was much discussion about the proper 40 to pick up. I was looking for a 40 of Bass, but ended up with a 24 oz Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Kyle Jones on the other hand went right for the good stuff. We all thought he was getting these for Amy, but he said they were for him. You draw your own conclusions...LOL.



When we all got to Steve's he was out on his back deck blowing off fire crackers and bottle rockets at his neighbors. Seems the party was already going. After tiring of lighting off noisemakers a hasty retreat was made back into Steve's kitchen for some shots of Bourbon. Doetch went all out and picked up a bottle each of Makers Mark and 1792 Ridgemont Reserve. First up was the Ridgemont. I took my shot and slugged it down expecting the burn and gag, but not this time. It was like drinking a shot of ice tea. 1792 is probably the smoothest Bourbon I've ever had. I'm normally a vodka guy, but I will buy this. The Makers Mark was next and it was quite good also, but not nearly as smooth as the Ridgemont. Just to be sure we had another shot of Ridgemont. Did I mention this stuff is really smooth? After this I was ready for a beer so Steve handed me Grolsch to go along with the Sierra Neveda. Needless to say I drank them both and I think there was more Ridgemont too. After awhile things were getting really warm and fuzzy. I also think there was some guitar playing going on too, but I don't think I could call what I was doing guitar playing. It's been 13+ years since I played out with a band, and when I stopped gigging, I pretty much stopped playing for myself too. I've picked it up for longish stints on occasion over the years, but I'm very rusty to say the least and being drunk doesn't help.

All in all we had a great time and around 11 pm we all took off. I live 5 mins away from Steve, so my ride home, while not kosher, was not a big deal.

So now I've learned a few things about my teammates. Outside of racing, they're all great people and lots of fun to hang with. I need to start practicing my guitar on a more regular basis. And lastly I still get hangovers. I didn't do my 3 1/2 hour training ride until 1pm. By then I was able and the weather had cleared up. I did a pretty decent solo ride from the Park & Ride to North Beach and back. Using my TT bike I stayed mostly in zone 1-3 and came in with a nice 18 1/2 mph avg with 2500 feet of elev. gain for 60 miles. Maybe I should drink more often.

One last thing before I forget. There is no such thing as a free lunch when your married. Dana had off work on Sunday and her birthday is tonight. Happy 39 hon!

Even so I spent the whole day with her on Sunday and we went to Stitches 2008. A yarn and knitting expo at the Baltimore Convention Center. I think we actually spent more time at the light rail stops waiting for the damn train then we did at the expo. Still any day I get to spend with my wife is a good day.

Cheers,

FGR