What a weekend! Amber and I left Friday night to head up to my "ex-"in laws house for the weekend. The plan was to spend some time with my son who is staying with them for the summer and get in a bike race. I say "ex-" in laws because they are ex, the marriage that made them my in laws is over, but despite that fact we are still as close as ever. They are the best people!
Anyways.... the drive up was uneventful and we got there around 10:30 on Friday night. Anyone that has left the Hampton Roads area on a Friday afternoon knows uneventful isn't something that happens very often. There was NO backup at the tunnel, no backup where the super-intelligent traffic engineers had five lanes narrow down to two, and the rest of the trip up 64 was smooth sailing!
6:00 AM Saturday morning came around all to fast after tossing, turning, and having an all around lousy night of sleep. I was dragging! I managed to drag my butt out the door and get three kids and gear packed in to the RAV4 by 7:15 AM. We got up to Hagerstown around 8:00 which gave me plenty of time to warm up and get myself stressed out about the hills and turn 2.
The start time finally came and we were off. We made the first left turn going in to the steepest of the two climbs. Made the slight veer off to the right at the top of the hill, then dropped in to the "nasty turn". There it was the first wreck of the day. It was on the first turn of the first lap of the first race! Wow.... a lot of firsts! The rider in front of me went in to the turn to fast and had his back wheel slide out. I hopped to the side and some how made it around him.
This "nasty turn" was a very hard left turn coming off of a slight down hill. The turn could have been fast but there was a strange drop off going in to it. It was one of the spots on the course that I was worried about. Throughout my warm up I was focused on coming up with the best route through without loosing momentum while giving myself the most room to move if other riders lost control. Coming out of the turn in was a slight down hill with another left turn at the bottom. Next was a small climb up then a wide 90 left turn that put you in to a headwind heading back to the start/finish line.
After seeing the wreck in the "nasty turn" in the first lap I was really focused and over stressed, but after several laps I managed to settle down. I became very comfortable with the Cat 5 group I was riding with. They were very stable and seemed to be in control of their bikes. That is something that doesn't always happen in a Cat 5 race. I also realized that I was really was really enjoying the course.
The scenery was great and the fact that it was more technical than a flat oval was awesome. I was surprised how fast the racers were too. It seemed that the average pace was faster than that of our races here in VACA land. The hill climbs and the more technical layout of the course broke up the monotony that I find comes from running the same oval and wide turns over and over again.
30 minutes and many laps later I crossed the finish line somewhere in the excess of 34 miles per hour to place 5th. I was supposed to have a first place finish but it seems that the Long "crew" and Matt that were officiating didn't want to believe me when I told them that it didn't matter what the camera and their lap counting sheets said it was me that came across the line first. That aside it was a great race.
Kudos goes to the promoters and everyone else that put on this race. They picked out an awesome course and did a great job with the all of the preparations. The course was well marked, police and course marshals did an AWESOME job keeping it clean and clear, and the officials crew was top notch. I even saw one of the police officers come out in to the course to pick up a piece of trash!
The only complaint was that Joe Jefferson guy... he sure does have a mouth on him.... he was doing nothing but talking trash about people and playing awful music. They need to ban him from those MABRA races. Maybe then we can get him down here for some of the VACA events! :)
This was one of my most favorite cycling events so far!
The rest of the day Saturday was spent wandering around Shepherdstown, WV and swimming with my family. Shepherdstown is a small college town with an artsy flair. There are a lot of unique shops scattered along the historic main street section. One thing that always amazes me there is how friendly and welcoming everyone is. The first place we hit was Lost Dog Coffee shop. They have a killer selection of loose tea and whole bean coffee. They also make a great cup of coffee. Lost Dog also has a nice display of local artwork on display. Now that we had our caffeine fix we continued up the street and came across a bike shop called Shepherdstown Pedal and Paddle. The shop was run by a nice guy that even gave my son, Devon, a t-shirt and I didnt even buy anything! He had a good selection of mountain bikes and some other really nice gear and took the time to just chat with us. He seemed to be very knowledgeable about the bikes and the area's trails and resources. One thing that they do is Segway tours, next time I am up there and have more time I am going to have to try that. Luckily for my wallet on this trip there wasn't too much in the road bike department and the cylco-cross bike that he had was a little too big for me.
Sunday morning we were pulled from our slumber by the scents of a wonderful breakfast. Eggs, lots of fresh fruit, sausage gravy, and buckwheat pancakes. We all dug in only to have Amber start having an familiar itching feeling in her mouth. The same one she gets after ingesting walnuts, which she is highly allergic to. We scrambled to find her benadryl. She took a dose and we hit the road. The swelling and itching proceeded to get worse, and she even broke out in hives. Two more doses of benadryl and the symptoms finally started to subside. We now know she's allergic to buckwheat in addition to pecans and walnuts. Hopefully we dont find anything else! The rest of the ride home was much like the ride up.... minimal traffic and a nice steady speed.
Now I am home, exhausted, and ready to crack in to a nice bottle of Petrus Golden Tripel Ale!