[editor: We've taken the liberty of swiping Al's recap off the team message board. Nothing could top it.]
That shit was tailor made. Hard winds broke it down for me without any extra effort. Dirt road right before the finish. Rained right before we hit the dirt. Bam. Ted made us a sweet race. He was in the pace car and took some sweet pictures. My dad was at the race too so I was glad to show him some razzle dazzle.
"Training"? "Racing"? "Partying"? Well, if you're Molly you could always say, "Winning". Molly made her way up north on a little road trip with the Cuttin' Crew's guru of gears (and former messer), Kristen Meshberg. She did a road race in Duran, WI on Saturday and then popped into Madison on her way back to race in a criterium. The Duran race sounded like a difficult journey through hilly Wisconsin. Miss Godlewski had poor fortune and missed a chance to roll with the lead group. 20 miles solo is no fun but, in very admirable fashion, the woman stuck it out for the finish in the women's open.
The Cuttin' Crew's Queen of Criteriums came 'round to claim the top spot at Sunday's Greg Bednorski Memorial (#2) category 4 criterium. It was an even chillier race Sunday given the sunny weather everyone enjoyed on Saturday. Molly held tight in a lead pack as it dwindled down to 4 members through the course of the race. When the bell lap came it was clearly going to be a tactical sprint. Wits always help, but Molly also has the ability to back them skills with sheer strength. It looked like an early move was made with everyone still in a row and rounding the final turn. When she came in sight around the corner for the windy 300+ meter incline towards the finish, she was already in the first spot and had the juice to hold it strong through the line! Molly's record on criteriums for the year now stands at 2 first place finishes, 1 (very close) second place, and gotta give her a tally mark for having 1 post-up.
On the men's front, it was a small representation in Madison. Mike and Jeff did the Greg Bednorski Memorial criteriums (#1 and #2) on Saturday and Sunday. Mike fared very well. Placing 3rd in the first 4's race and then lining up for an immediate Master's 4/5 race and sweeping in to grab 6th on Saturday. Jeff only got to race the 4's because he's far too young to play with them lucky masters. He got 11th after his "leadout" effort for Mike. The pairing followed up the effort with a 9th and 10th place showing on Sunday. The other highlights included hanging with the Perkins clan and playing a key role in cheering on Molly to victory!
by Al
I was lining up and shaking for the Spring Supercrit in South Beloit. My first 3s race was the 1/2/3. And it was raining. I wasn't expecting much from myself. I was just glad to model the spankin' new skinsuit that Stanley and I designed/ripped off. The plan I was just going to lead Stan out and watch the race from the inside. Get a Grip and Burnham both had 4 riders in the field. Their reputation for teamwork made them the teams to watch. Lap 2: when an unidentified Get a Grip rider jumped just after the turn from the finishing stretch, I didn't think much about defensively jumping on their wheel. I assumed I had the field on my wheel. I was wrong. After half a lap together, the Get a Grip rider sat up and went back to the pack. I don't know why. So I sat up, too, and waited for the pack. But the pack sat up while I waited. The rain must have made everyone a little sluggish. Out of the first turn, a different Get a Grip rider and a Burnham rider put in an attack (and a Comcast rider, I believe? He may have been in the earlier break. I forget.) I went with them, still expecting to get caught.
After a few laps, and the pack out of sight, it started to sink in that we had a good chance of staying away. My legs felt much better than at the start. I put in an attack out of the final turn with maybe 3 or 4 laps to go just as Chris Kelley/Get a Grip was pulling off, who I noticed was being overly cautious on the turns. He caught back up near the finish, though, and I pulled off. I knew Andy Daley/Burnham was the strongest sprinter here. I should have attacked him.
But I've been working on my sprint, and motivation is hard to come by in the rain. Would I blow myself up if I attacked? I had 3rd place locked away if I stayed with the group. 3rd would be great in my first big criterium race. I almost blew it and nearly rear ended Chris Kelley when my fingers were too frozen to brake. I shifted into a easy gear to spin some blood into my legs. I shook my arms which were cramping up. I guess that confused the hell out of my breakmates, who thought I was trying to pull off.
How was my sprint, anyways? Well, I saw people fade in every sprint that day over the final 500 meter straightaway to the line, which was also slightly uphill and into the wind. Chris Kelley was forced to lead it out, with me on Daley's wheel. Perfect. Daley jumped early, with maybe 300 meters to the line. I waited for 200. I tried to jump into a gap up the left side, partially protected from the wind. Kelley shut that down. I went around to the right, forgetting to jump IN his draft. I made up about half a bike length, he forced me right, and that's where I finished, half a wheel back from Chris Kelley, and maybe 2 and a half back from the powerful Andy Daley.
I biked over to the bus and started shivering uncontrollably until someone reminded me there were hot showers. Awesome! Oh, my fingers don't work. I had to put on some mittens until my hands warmed up. I ran outside and did a couple laps around the bus because I couldn't recognize the bathroom building. No blood in my brain, I guess. Someone pointed it out, though, and I am hard pressed to remember a happier moment than that shower.
Jeff went and picked up my glorious Big Race prize of a chain, a case of Red Bull, a pair of socks, and a gift certificate for a pair of socks that I can redeem if I call some guy and then go pick them up, which sounds like as much work as the socks are worth.
We headed to Milwaukee in a terrible ice storm. We went straight to the Stonefly, parked the bus for the night, had some awesome brews, and packed it in for the night where we learned Ben won the out of town spot at the MMI. A good weekend on both fronts.
Next week I did the Hillsboro-Roubaix. I got 3rd last year, but this year they had some sweet brick trophies, way sweeter than the gold painted plastic cup from last year, and I knew I had to have one. Maybe one mile into the race people started the attacks. After about 10 people went off, I went while there wasn't much of a gap. Danny Robertson/MACK whipped us into a fast echelon, where the lead constantly rotates and the pulls are short. I hear XXX threw down some major blocking for Peter Strittmatter, who was doing his best to keep people to do their workload.
After a mile of attacks and counterattacks, we settled into a group of 9 with 64 miles to go: one guy each from the Hub, XXX, Mack, ISCorp, 3 guys from Verizon/Lucas Oil, me, and someone in a orange kit(I forget the team). The Verizon/Lucas guys were really slacking, which is odd considering they had 3 guys in the break. There was some animosity there when I told them to work and they started whispering instead. Whatever their plan was, I don't know, but two of them dropped off after one lap of three, and the last one dropped after the second. Jason Meshberg kept us updated after each lap as we left the town section. It was the same after laps one and two. "Two minutes! Two minutes!"
The 6 of us kept a raggedy echelon going, but as we crested the mile 10 hill, I could feel my wheel going flat. I hoped I was just paranoid, but I felt the rim hit asphalt and waved to the wheel truck that was following closely. I changed my wheel as quick as I could, hopped back on and tried to catch a sight of the group. I flatted right at the same part I attacked last year. Am I doomed to torture by the final 8 miles of merciless crosswinds every year? An official rode by in a car and told the driver there was a "huge group" coming up. Great. That must be my field. Maybe I could hold on for 6th place.
I found the guy in orange off the back and traded a couple pulls, took a little break. He was dropped and worn out, though, and waved me on. My legs were screaming. Did the break feel the same way? I grinded on. I ducked my head into my handlebars to try and hide from the wind. I looked down and was suprised to be in a large gear. There must have been a tailwind? That bettered my chances solo. Positive thoughts. Soon enough, I could see them ahead in one of the open stretches, and no sign of the pack. I had a rabbit now. I caught them just maybe a third of the way up the climb, with 2 or 3 miles to go. The pace had gone way down since I left. I tried an attack at the top of the hill, but they had been holding back. They caught me just before the first brick turn. I tried to jump into the final turn and get them off my wheel, but they had no problem catching that, too. My legs had no more kick. They went flying by with about 400 to go, and I gave it all I had to catch a wheel. It wasn't enough for 3rd, and a brick trophy that comes with it. I looked over my shoulder for the other guy. I must have left him with my first attack. I rolled over the line for 4th place and collapsed onto the team's couch set up at the finish line.
We'll fill you in on the details later, but a couple of highlights from Burnham's Spring Super Crit:
Molly got 2nd in the 4s. Avi, Jeff, and Max won primes. Avi "marathon man" Neurohr completed 4 races in one day. But that all pales to these sexy results:
Al and Stan suited up in their first race as 3s, with the sleet coming down fiercely and the temperature dropping. Al went out solo, was joined by a Get a Grip and Burnham riders, and they built up a lead of well over a minute. Late in the game, the field splintered, with Stan riding solo to catch Randy Warren in no-man's-land.
A three-up sprint at the line was decided by less than a length, and Al hung on for third. Stan outkicked his companion to take 7th.The bus was last seen heading to the aftermath of the Milwaukee Messenger Invitational to meet up with first place out of towner, Ben.
A good weekend for the Cuttin' Crew. Props to Burnham Racing and their massive hitlist of sponsors, Rachel for her relentless support and footage, Milwaukee and its fine cycling community.
Next time Molly tells you she's coming down with something, maybe you ought to get cozy and catch some of what she's got. Maybe it was the 18 hours of sleep on Sunday? Not touching a bike for four long days? Whatever it was, it wasn't in sight when the women's field came around the final turn at Kevin's penultimate crit.
A few familiar faces, some fresh off the podium this week, toed the line for the women's start. Ten racers lined up, with Jamie and Molly representing the crew. The quiet wind kept most of the field together, but coming into the final turn, Jamie pushed the pace, and while the women were figuring out how to get around her, Molly wound it up and never looked back. She cleaned it and even had time for a glorious post-up. Jamie finished hard and pulled in at 8th.
The men lined up with our deepest squad of the week, and a little surprise: the ink is barely dry on this year's kits, and if you didn't catch them, well, they'll be bouncing around here soon enough.
Mike, aka the Man of Steel, hit the line for the fourth consecutive night, and it didn't stop him from pushing an honest pace up front. He was joined by Jeff and Avi, back from a rest day. Brean lined up again, while Max and Andrew kicked off their season.
Early attacks, chases, cat-and-mouse, and just plain waiting it out was the game tonight. The mild winds kept the pack largely unconcerned with most flyers and breaks. The hairpin made it tricky to launch a proper leadout train, and it came down to a full bunch sprint again. Ernie added five more to his sack of Half Acre points, and while the crew didn't hit the podium tonight, Brean and Mike landed 8th and 10th, with the rest of the crew coming in somewhere in the teens?
We'll never quite know, but we don't care. No finish line camera, no primes, few prizes, just racing, and that's a hell of a way to break in the season. Once again, thanks Half Acre.
Stick with our main man Avi for the updates on the city's most prestigious preseason criterium series. His race reports are available on his site, 1 Speed.
The event is hosted courtesy of Half Acre Cycling.
Thanks to Amanda Barbato for the stolen photo.....
Open letter of invitation to everyone. Welcome to our living room. Our kitchen. Our bedroom. Our entertainment room. Our bathroom. Our office.
Welcome to our streets.
Word is they gots 2 jumbotrons (TWO JUMBOTRONS!!!), 2 stages, a grandstand and then some. Who's hearing ads on B96? Fuck. Yes. Thank you Chicago. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Be there to witness this craze for Criteriums and cheer us on, cheer them on, you just gotta cheer. July 27th. Most of us males will be rolling right before the multi-lingual big boys at 1:35 PM. Our ladies are looking at an 8:10 AM appointment.
SNIP! SNIP!
7/05/08
By Brean
another race in which i didn't have time to warm up. had to duct tape my shifter together and got over to the line just before the masters rolled out. bradley, avi and i were representing the cuttin' crew, and i found my friend john there as well.
john is a triathlete, and i found his a good wheel to follow, since he was steady and a surprisingly good climber (efficient and smooth). there were a lot of teams out there, but not any teams with more than three members. Tati, Crew, IIT, and at least two 2CC. so my job for the race would be to keep an eye on breakaways. i wanted avi to get a podium finish.
the course was about 5.5 miles per lap and we were to do 8 laps, even though the officials accidentally told us 7 laps. there was a little confusion as to this part, which plays in later. there was a sharp and bumpy turn shortly after the start, and then a long and tough hill, followed by a turn and a short but steep hill. then some downhills, one sharp turn, and a few almost unnoticeable uphills.
we passed the masters on lap 4 or so. we called out and they let us ride through. then, off we went again. that hill was pretty tough, and i thought about riding the front of the pack to get up it smoothly, but put that thought out of my mind. i haven't been training, and did not feel able to do any good pulls. i planned on leading avi out, and i didn't think a break would happen. so riding the pack and sucking wheels became the tactic.
on lap 6, the masters caught back up to us just as we got to the hill. we called out to the pack to let them ride through. but oh, that beastly hill would not yield, and the masters blended in with us and formed a huge pack of 100 or so riders. so we called out, trying to tame the pack. "masters ride through!" "elites, let them ride through!"
so we rode slowly for a time and joked about how nice it was to get a bit of a break. but the masters still didn't pull through. i rode towards the front to ask them to ride on, and i noticed a big group of riders way ahead. "did you guys get dropped?" "no." "are those masters up there" "no, those are 4/5's"
dog crap. turns out that some of the elite 4/5's used the mingling of the masters to initiate a break. not nice. but i could not let this get away, so i excused my way to the absolute front of the rear pack. alpha. and blasted my way towards the front pack.
it was hard. like when you come home late at night and your keys don't work because your landlord is too cheap to replace the lock and you have been in your sweaty chamois for hours and your ankle hurts and you are wearing racing shoes and trying to climb into your window and you are poor and your credit is bad. that kind of hard.
i just had to make it to the front pack or the whole day was ruined. so i bridged, slipped off for a few seconds, then finally got back on, just before, you know, the hill (most of the rest of the 4/5's were right behind me, as it turns out). i barely made it up the hill, and i figured my race was done. but i did hold.
then there was a sprint for the finish line, with one lap to go. avi took second in the false finish as the bell rang for the final lap. i'd mention how funny i think that is, but he is still pretty sore about it all. bradley had dropped on the hill after making his own bridge effort right behind me. that meant it was me alone for the end.
but i was still seeing spots from the bridge when the hill came around again. so i didn't quite recognize the break when it happened. then, one of the break members burned out, and one lone wolf was out there solo. i finally recovered and did some thinking. no avi and no bradley. it was just me, the pack, and a solo. i knew the pack would not hunt him down. there were no sizeable teams to organize a chase or make a sacrifice. so i continued to suck wheel and played for second place. the pace ramped up, but i knew we would not catch our prey. after a bit of jostling in the pack, i popped out left and saw the cones. myteriously, nobody else was jumping, so i said "turbo, kitt" and let loose.
it seems i have developed a sprint lately, and easily beat the pack for second place. beta.
06/29/08By BrynnBringing home a gold and a bronze at the state champs isn't too bad, for a new team. Sunday turned out to be a good day for us, up early we loaded up the bus with all the bike stuff and el presidente drove three hours south to the State Crit Championships or as some say "we were just trying to get to da bike race."Though the weather was questionable, just a few sprinkles hit. The course was full of turns and short allowing for lots of passes through the crowd and the cowbell. Women raced a short one. Only fifteen minutes with a lap on top of that. So after what turned out to be six laps, Brynn ended up rolling through the finish solo after a mishap between two Proctor girls to take the gold for the women's cat 4's and better, the Cuttin' Crew.Later in the day the boys were up with a forty minute race plus three laps and Stanley crossed the finish grabbing a bronze for the Cuttin' Crew, a couple of crashes at the last few turns caused the tactics in place to not go as well as we hoped but hey that's what happens sometimes and that's why we sign that piece of paper before we race, right?Everyone had a sloppy joe or two and a good time despite some poor sportsmanship from a girl in the 4's. The bus was loaded up again and we headed to the skyline. After a coupla bathroom breaks and some Steak n' Shake everyone was sleeping and you would have never guessed how loud we can be with cowbells and cheers and, even better, how fast we can ride them bicycles.It only gets better and better.
