2010 - Mason Lake #1

(photo by Bethanie Stallman)




2010's first race was, predictably, Mason Lake. It's usually the first race series of the year, and one of the best attended (jokingly referred to as the Mason Lake World Championships). Sort of odd, considering there are no prizes, but everyone's usually ready to put their winter training to good use. Plus, it's the first chance everyone has to gauge where they stand relative to everyone else at the start of the year.

The downside is that it's usually a pretty sketchy experience. The final 1k has a sharp downhill, slightly narrowing roads, and a sweeping 90 degree turn. In previous years, I've just ridden this race to get in some early racing miles. This means I've ridden at the back since I've been too nervous to move myself up, and missed taking part in the sprint entirely.

This year, I had only one goal: don't ride at the back, ever. I shouldn't be back there and I'm fast enough to be at the front. There's really no excuse not to learn to throw my weight around a bit and hold my position in the top third. So as the race go underway, I took the first opportunity I had to move to the top 10, and waited for a bit for the race to develop. I didn't particularly want to be in a long breakaway, and I had a couple of teammates who were probably better suited to it than me.

A couple of people got off the front in the second lap (of 5), and Eric Peterson and Mike Brown attempted to bridge up. The gap was a little bit big however, and they came back to the group. There wasn't much to do at that point but sit and wait for the field to come back together for the sprint.

On the last lap, the break was predictably caught, and the field started to set up for the sprint. Unfortunately, something sort of weird happened - the field slowed up enough that the four riders in the break stayed at or near the front. This, coupled with the fact that no one wanted to use up energy before the sprint (no one who could put down a serious attack, at least) meant that the last lap was really, really slow. When the pace slows down that much, it fans out across the road and no one can move up. It also means that people have a chance to recover, and fancy their chances in a sprint. Together, it means that the front of the race is slow, the back of the pack is fast, and there's nowhere for the middle to go as everyone tries to get into the same spot.

This is the part of the race where I usually lose spots, but this time, I held my ground as people bounced of me (annoying, but not an issue), my handlebars (a bit dicey), and the people riding next to me. Things stayed pretty slow until 1K to go, when the first few guys hit the gas. Folks ran right into the back of riders going slow, and our field had the biggest pileup I've heard about in the Cat 3's. 15-25 people went down right behind me, and the top 20-ish made it through. I felt very calm, strong, and ready to go - I had to keep myself from starting the sprint too early, since I felt so good.

With about 250m to go, a huge guy (6'6?) wound up his sprint, and I got on his wheel. Unfortunately, his sprint ended at 50m later, and I was a bit stuck. There wasn't really enough distance for me to tuck back in and wait, but 200m at Mason Lake is a long, long way for me to sprint. Didn't have much choice though, so I wound it up and went. When I looked back at 100m, I thought I had gapped everyone, but JD Fette (fast, fast kid) was behind me, and almost came around at the end.

I was pretty excited about this win - it was the first time I've been able to mix it up at the front of a really jostling group, and my first participation in a bunch sprint. Really looking forward to seeing if I can get myself into the front for another - it feels like I should have a pretty strong shot to take some of these if I'm near the front with 175 to go.

Also found out that I had easily enough points to upgrade to Cat 2 for 12 hours, until I lost my points from 2009 Tour de Dung #1 (USCF upgrade points disappear after 12 months). Ha.


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