lph
05-31-2008, 01:35 PM
("rundt" means "around", a lot of road races in Norway are something-or-other-rundt :) )
So today was my second road race ever, and a somewhat surreal experience it was. This was a race my workplace team picked out as a suitable goal for the 6 of us, being fairly flat, not too far away from Oslo, not too long, and at a good time for the ones on our team doing other races with other clubs. Our training together was patchy at best - we managed two training rides together before one guy quit to work someplace else and another one had to stop race training because of moving. But we recruited a 5th guy at the last minute, and just settled on doing this as a social ride/race where we'd all stay together and let the weakest link decide the pace. And we elected our presumed strongest rider as captain, to make on-the-fly decisions.
The race was 150 km long (94 miles) and we entered in the 4,5-5,5 hr group. About 150 riders, dominated by a large team in front training for Lillehammer -Oslo with the rest of us hanging on doing nothing much but braking, free-wheeling, and the occasional dash to close a gap... for 90 km... bizarre.
After 90 km we stopped at a drink station to refill our water bottles (it was HOT), "the train left", and we were left to our own devices with handfuls of other riders here and there. We decided to just go for it as best we could and captain and I set off, promptly dropping the other 3. When we re-grouped, after a fair bit of yelling about who said what and why, it transpired that our 5th last-minute guy wasn't feeling well, and wanted to slow way down. Short discussion, where we decided we could leave him (as he wanted), he'd be fine, and he hadn't been part of the "wait-for-the-weakest-link"-deal anyway.
A few km further down the road our captain is pulling us, our next-strongest rider bursts forward to tell him, in his usual brusque manner, that he's ready to pull. He's so brusque that captain misunderstands it as a demand that he "abdicate" and get to the back as he's slowing us down... heated words fly, and next-strongest rider explodes and leaves the team to fall back and join our 5th guy...
From there us 3 remaining teammembers worked our way in, the 2 strongest doing all the pulling. Did a respectable job and finally came in after 4 hrs and 40 min.
So I guess I had a good day, felt strong, and had a decent ride. But boy oh boy! All the b*tching! The arguing! The weird situations and the communication problems! :eek: and the bizarre feeling of sweeping down the road behind a large group hardly working for it! Had we had one water bottle more apiece we'd have been able to "hitchhike" on the large team all the way in, finished with a better time AND scarcely broken a sweat. Figuratively speaking. And instead we got to argue and gripe and work hard and finish tired and argue a whole lot more. Next-strongest rider came in half an hour later practically spouting fire. Turns out he hadn't heard any of the discussion prior to us dropping 5th guy and thought we'd just summarily dumped him.
I find this racing thing very very weird. I think I prefer either riding with a larger team where I have a job to do, or on my own where I can do anything I darn well please. I finished 5th in my age group again, but I only carried my own weight for 1/3 of the race so it doesn't really mean much :confused:
So today was my second road race ever, and a somewhat surreal experience it was. This was a race my workplace team picked out as a suitable goal for the 6 of us, being fairly flat, not too far away from Oslo, not too long, and at a good time for the ones on our team doing other races with other clubs. Our training together was patchy at best - we managed two training rides together before one guy quit to work someplace else and another one had to stop race training because of moving. But we recruited a 5th guy at the last minute, and just settled on doing this as a social ride/race where we'd all stay together and let the weakest link decide the pace. And we elected our presumed strongest rider as captain, to make on-the-fly decisions.
The race was 150 km long (94 miles) and we entered in the 4,5-5,5 hr group. About 150 riders, dominated by a large team in front training for Lillehammer -Oslo with the rest of us hanging on doing nothing much but braking, free-wheeling, and the occasional dash to close a gap... for 90 km... bizarre.
After 90 km we stopped at a drink station to refill our water bottles (it was HOT), "the train left", and we were left to our own devices with handfuls of other riders here and there. We decided to just go for it as best we could and captain and I set off, promptly dropping the other 3. When we re-grouped, after a fair bit of yelling about who said what and why, it transpired that our 5th last-minute guy wasn't feeling well, and wanted to slow way down. Short discussion, where we decided we could leave him (as he wanted), he'd be fine, and he hadn't been part of the "wait-for-the-weakest-link"-deal anyway.
A few km further down the road our captain is pulling us, our next-strongest rider bursts forward to tell him, in his usual brusque manner, that he's ready to pull. He's so brusque that captain misunderstands it as a demand that he "abdicate" and get to the back as he's slowing us down... heated words fly, and next-strongest rider explodes and leaves the team to fall back and join our 5th guy...
From there us 3 remaining teammembers worked our way in, the 2 strongest doing all the pulling. Did a respectable job and finally came in after 4 hrs and 40 min.
So I guess I had a good day, felt strong, and had a decent ride. But boy oh boy! All the b*tching! The arguing! The weird situations and the communication problems! :eek: and the bizarre feeling of sweeping down the road behind a large group hardly working for it! Had we had one water bottle more apiece we'd have been able to "hitchhike" on the large team all the way in, finished with a better time AND scarcely broken a sweat. Figuratively speaking. And instead we got to argue and gripe and work hard and finish tired and argue a whole lot more. Next-strongest rider came in half an hour later practically spouting fire. Turns out he hadn't heard any of the discussion prior to us dropping 5th guy and thought we'd just summarily dumped him.
I find this racing thing very very weird. I think I prefer either riding with a larger team where I have a job to do, or on my own where I can do anything I darn well please. I finished 5th in my age group again, but I only carried my own weight for 1/3 of the race so it doesn't really mean much :confused: