Tonight began with all the riders agreeing, "we will ride easy tonight." However this was not meant to be. It is just not enjoyable to soft pedal the night away.
The start of the night was easy however, at least until the first hill. On the "backwards Coventry loop" the first hill was the "Bolton Road" climb. Joe told me this climb was a mile and a quarter or so. Excitement started to build as we approached the climb. Not knowing the climb I followed the first few riders. Ben C. led the climb for most of the way until Joe T. attacked, surging with a super hard effort. Cliff was following Joe closely. I tried to follow Joe and Cliff but the rhythm was too hard for me and I blew with a little bit left. Joe T. was exacting revenge after I proved I was the better of the "beer" climbers improving upon his time up Bear Mountain. On this day though Joe was "Fatto Beertani" and I was only "Luc LeBeer," although I secretly thought of myself as "Bidwell Beerurain."
Anyhow, after the climb we all regrouped and Joe signaled to me that we were about to hit some rollers. Then he attacked again. The group knew he had good form from the first climb and chased hard. Once they caught him they all sat up. I knew this was the time to counter attack, working together with Joe to get a breakaway started.
Displaying a good lack of fitness on the first climb encouraged everyone to ignore me. After all they could easily chase me down on the next hill, unless I got too far of an advantage. This was my gamble. I also knew Joe would sit on as the others hit the wind and then he could counterattack when my move failed. I went really hard on the following flat, then took a right and another right. I heard something behind me, which later I would recognize as, "you're going the wrong way." Soon I was quickly got out of sight of the group ... because they went the other way. Whoops! I had no idea which way I was going and I had figured if I went my way I would hit a downhill and gain more advantage. It all seemed logical at the time.
Realizing I went the wrong way I stopped and turned around, however I had no idea where anyone went. Luckily Joe T., my teammate, had waited. We were attacking the group and we had quickly gone to chasing. These are the way of things.
The first stretch of the chase featured a potholed downhill. Weighing a firm? 206 lbs I used my downhill form and scared Joe in the process. Then I got tired, so I fiddled with my bike a bit and we began to chase again. Joe, a taught 194 lb climber, pulled on the uphills while I pulled the flat to downhill stretches. Soon we began to catch back, passing Jonathan T. In no time we caught the rest.
I decided to ride tempo on the front during the flat portion of the ride, while Joe was biding his time, waiting to make his move. We quickly hit another climb and I sat up, I was tired of riding so hard and felt like soft pedaling, even if it wasn't as enjoyable. Jonathan sat up as well and we rode over the top of the climb together. It was soon time to employ another tactic.
Jonathan was thinking the same thing and employed the shortcut tactic. The shortcut tactic is a move in cycling where you circumvent the regular ride loop to gain an advantage on the rest. In cycling it is not always the strongest rider that wins, it is most often the smartest. Some might argue that in a race you would be "disqualified" or have your racing license "suspended" but we knew we were well within the rules of the group ride.
Soon after using our brilliant tactic we were ahead of Joe, who had gone solo by riding the hardest, for the longest amount of time. The others had popped, but still chased semi hard. Seeing this I knew it was time to work for Joe again. I accelerated away from Johnathan and started pulling Joe on the flats. We were doing 30 mph and quickly opened a gap.
We managed to finish 1,2 while even waiting at a stop light. The others came in and said, "We were just going easy." Joe and I saw them chasing hard for a while and we knew it was the typical trash talk that follows a Tuesday night world championship. Our one flaw was that we didn't add, "Oh yeah, we were too, we just decided to ride some light tempo at the end of the night."
Outside of that one flaw Team B.A. - Joe T., Lance J., T.J., and myself executed the plan perfectly. Lance J. and T.J. didn't ride, conserving their energy, while I used the shortcut tactic to podium and Joe actually rode away from everyone winning the race. After the ride we made sure to get some healthy beer and have some bacon cheeseburgers to help recovery. A perfect night!
Nice write-up Tim. My climbing definitely has evolved into more of a tall and beer-bellied version of "el pirata pantani". Although I just don't have a Bianchi, a pink jersey, nor do I have a cleanly shaven head. Even without all of those unnecessaries, I plan to attack the lads on the plank, even on recovery rides, where ye and me can team up with team BA to steal more spots on the podium...as if they were bottles of rum...
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