By Jupiter's cock!!!!!

Of course today I had most of the day off, so being that I was already in the west end, I went up to Brampton and rode my Hockley Valley loop.  It was fairly cold, and I had a headwind in my face most of the way there, it seemed.   Its the best 80km ride I do.  A few guys from the new team and I did the loop last week and shredded.  Still in racing shape , even in October.

I have good winter clothes for riding this year, so I'm riding outside for a long as possible again this season.  This time I have a power meter so it will be smarter training chasing a WOB team member!!!!! Boom!!!!

CRIXUS!!!! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!?!?!?!?!?!



strong beer and hard riding = Gladiator power and courage



A gladiator does not fear death. He embraces it.

A Thursday in Hell/ What the Hell have I gotten myself into? Part 2

So I go back to the Sports Study place today for the last bit of my testing.  The guy Saro tells me that there are some changes.  I will still have to do a near  30 minute warm up, but I won't have to ride in the jacket for 90 minutes.  For the purposes of the study he can't tell me how long I will be riding for.  He also hands down some bad news.  I have to do it without any water.  He also asks me how I felt the other day.  How hot was the jacket? He asks.  I was thinking it was hot, but not as hot as I would expect an electric jacket to feel.  He says today will be much worse.  I soon find that as hot as I was the other day......spinning at 90rpm in a room with no fan, while wearing a winter jacket and some compression netting over it, it was going to get way, way worse.

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This jacket feels like an electric blanket, but all over.  Really, really hot.  It was like riding your bike on the hottest day imaginable, but with no wind, and no water.  I could feel this gross food, or remnants of food moving up my throat.  A weird sensation I had never felt before.  I could smell my breakfast.  Fried egg sandwich on 12 grain bread, with tons of Frank Hot sauce, 1 apple, 1 organic banana, and some ciabatta bread.  Anyways, it was bad.

This was the reading for the electronic mercury filled pill I ate, that was slowly being  eaten away at by  hot sauce

I was soaked with sweat to a degree that I had never seen before.  Even worse than when I rode around Red Rock Canyon, Nevada in June during a heat wave, and dry spell, meteor shower, solar flair display.  And smog alert.  It was hot. I can remember.

It's all over with now.  Back to riding the crit course with a nameless teammate.

What the hell did I get myself into????

Yesterday I went to the Ontario Sports Center in North York.  I got my VO2 max test done, a useless caliper test of body mass index and got weighed on a guaranteed-to-be- accurate scale.   I sort of felt like a superstar as the place was empty so all eyes were on me.  Basically all I did was ride on a $30,000 SRM stationary bike for 45 minutes so we could dial it in and get me comfortable.   Although it was only a warm up ride I was sweating like a pig.   They told me that the next day would be much, much worse.

Enter the next day.  I show up at 9:30.  After swallowing and electronic pill that measures my core temperature I read the package.  THIS DEVICE CONTAINS MERCURY.  Perfect.  I don't drink water from shit plastic bottles,  don't microwave plastic, don't smoke crack, or wear Aluminum Oxide anti-perspirant.  But here I am eating mercury.  (weird.....my thyroid aches, and there are wolves after me....)

It's hard to believe that I used to have arms....this photo must be stretched.  I am not that skinney.

I show up and they make me do a near 30 minute warm up.  No fan.  No blowing air.  Just riding in a room, at room temperature.  I'm sweating profusely.    Then, as quickly as I'm finished, my man tells me to put on this winter jacket.  And not just a regular winter jacket,  this one plugs into the computer.  So, just like that actress who married that dummy from 'that 70's show"  it can ever so slowly  get hotter and hotter.

Hair getting messy, genitals growing numb.

I have to ride at 90 RPM for 90 minutes while wearing this bad Gap jacket. Again, no fan, no  blowing breeze, no fresh air.  Just me sucking  re-circulated wind from out of a crappy semi-sky scraper.  At least I'm allowed to drink water but in keeping with my usual long rides in the heat, I didn't drink very much.  I ended up losing about 3.5 lbs.  Granted that was 90% fluid but 'man-alive' I looked thin when I was done.

I'm sweating like hell and just riding the bars.

I have to go back in 2 days to do either a worse test or an easier test.  They won't tell me.

Regardless, it still wasn't as bad as trying to chase Bruce Bird and the Wheels of Bloor guys on Sunday.

Here are pics of me doing this thing, accompanied by a wicked picture of my dinner.

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Tonight I got invited to go ride at Albion Hills, a popular mountain bike course.  I haven't ridden my mountain bike for a little over a year, and although I still maintain road racing is harder than cross country mountain bike racing I have always been aware of the not-so-subtle difference between the riders.  Despite the fact that  I have 3 biers in me as I type this I will not be dissuaded from attempting to illustrate these differences.  I will maintain until my death that mountain bikers, in general, are nicer, friendlier people than roadies.

1) I showed up 15 minutes late for tonight's ride.  To my surprise everyone was still waiting for us.  If that were a road ride I most likely would have ridden  alone.

2)During this ride I was fortunate enough to be among the fast group, and at every trail head we stopped and waited for the slower riders to catch up.  No snarky comments, and no boasting about speed.

3)At the end of the ride we met everyone at the parking lot.  All smiling faces, and no one was in a rush to leave.  I pulled out a cooler of beer and offered up its contents to any takers.  Everyone smiled, but then then produced their own beer.  Then one guy pops open his trunk and unloads a pile of firewood and promptly builds a Texas-style wildfire.   Everyone then sits around talking about mountain bike related stuff and drinks their beer.  If that were a road ride the first few guys to get back to the parking lot would have undressed, packed up and left.  Even if everyone caught them before they left there would have been a comment about how how the leaders were hammering, even though they haven't been feeling good, or they haven't ridden much lately.  No one would have produced any beer for themselves, let alone for anyone else.

Mountain bikers, for some reason, are way friendlier, and seem to take their sport much less seriously once they're off the bike.  I say this all as a former mountain bike rider/racer and a now converted Road racer.

Not so much a complaint as it is an observation.

Indirect hit

The season is basically over.  The guys have come back from Belgium, Vic is back from Germany.  I had a better last quarter of the season.  Marc finally convinced me to get a power meter.  (not sure how I feel about that yet....) I've also served my time at Invita Sport and am looking forward to having Saturdays off.  So it's time to think about drinking some beer, watching the CX races, and buying some boots for winter.

I went to meet the team again tonight as per the training schedule, and no one was there.  Why this always happens ?  I don't know.  I rode for a while with Rob D'Amico, which was probably every bit as useful as riding with the team.

this weekend in pictures..........

Vic and Hanka  living it up again. In Germany.

Victor again, with Eric Zabel

                                                             

Not nearly as tasty as you would think

fairly tasty

This meal gave me the strength I needed to pop the cork out of that Chimay

This was actually La Trappe in a Hoegaarden glass, and I can safely wear that shirt.  My last name was O'Doyle 5 or 6 generations ago.

the view from Kevin's awesome Queen and Spadina loft, before we went out for beer in Little italy

I think this is a Corn snake.  On the way up to Hockley Valley.  Alone.  No friends would join me.  MB, DK.....

Adversity introduces a man to himself

Now that the racing season is over I am left wondering about my season's success or lack thereof.  Lately I've been trying to look on the bright side of things, so I'm assuming a more optimistic posture.  "I'm tryin' Ringo, I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd".

A friend recently asked me something after I showed a good race result.  He said 'well have you learned anything from these last few races'? I paused and thought about it, and at first I repsonded 'no, not really'.  He then said 'well, what's different about these last few races?' [referring to the fact that I have gotten several top 10 finishes at the Tuesday races, 6th place at the last OCUP, and a pretty decent place at the Provincials, and the 2 months before that I had races  I couldn't finish]  I paused for another moment and said 'the pain I feel sticking it out and staying in the race is not as bad as the pain I feel when go home after giving up in a race'.

 I think that's all it is in racing .  Which pain is worse? How much can you take? and lastly, how much do you want your desired result?

I suppose next year if I can raise my goals, or better yet, raise the threshold of the pain I'm willing to endure I can have an even better season.  From start to finish.  If I change the goal from wanting to finish the race with the pack to intending to help put a teammate on the podium, or work , no matter how hard, at getting on the podium myself ...............I suppose the pain of doing it will also be less than the pain of disappointment.

Jack Handy

Last Mid Week Race of the year.

Just like the leaves changes their colors, and  the nights get dark darker earlier in the evening so too must end the mighty Mid Week Criterium Races.  Sucks, but true.  I think that's a Metallica song.

Not the biggest pack tonight, but still decent.  I would say 65 racers.  No crashes, but a shit load of attacks.

I wish those races went on into the fall and winter, but I guess in a about 6 weeks it'll start getting dark at 4:30pm.  Sucks, but true.  So an evening race would be impossible.

I'm going to give myself a fine bottled gift for being at every Mid Week Race this season.  Crap, I didn't miss one last year either.  Drink on!

Andy wins the final race.
Stan gets a top 10.
I think I got a 12th.
I'm not aware of Camilo or Marco's result.

Worst sayings ever!

I have to basically take part of this week off from riding as well as this weekend.  I don't have a babysitter and I have my son to myself .  This gives me time to think about other things that aren't  necessarily of the 2 wheel kind.

The worst sayings currently going.  That's what I want to rage about for a minute. I want to break these down a bit and if there are any others that I have missed please make a comment at the bottom.

"Cheers!"  You can say cheers at Xmas dinner.  You can say it at a wedding during  the meal, a waiter could say it to you after handing you your pint of Guinness, and you can say it on a date I suppose but the key to saying cheers is that there is drinking involved.  I hear people say cheers so often as a salutation.  As in 'See you later man, cheers!!!'   Fail!   Don't say it.  It makes you look like you got a discount lobotomy.

"It's all good/no worries."  This is another pair that should really be flushed.  As I hear it, people use it in place of saying 'it's ok', or 'don't worry'.  For some reason I think the phrases originated in Australia.  I think the Crocodile Hunter used to say them, as well as Crocodile Dundee.  It's ok for those dudes to say it because it's colloquial, but not here.  I knew a girl once who went to Australia for a vacation and she came back sounding like a total moron.  When some guy says to me 'no worries man' is he telling me that he has no worries or that I should have no worries?  Because he should worry as I am about to hit him acrosss the head with an escrima stick.

"Good on ya!"  Oh shit, this one is my least favorite saying to hear.  I just want to turn into a raging bull and gore someone to death.  Or better yet grab a trident and just murder the crap out of the person ala Will Ferrell in that Angry Boss skit on SNL.   What the hell is 'Good on ya'?    I think it means good for you, but I'm not sure. Maybe it means there is something good on you, like sunshine, or someone's pet bird, or maybe a nice new shirt. Good for you was a perfectly reasonable saying.  It required no tweaking.  I don't know...... but I do know this- People need to band together and start calling people out when they say 'Good on ya'.  Only thin lipped hookers on 'Thin Lipped Hooker Night" say good on ya.  


Watch this now.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlnObIFBCY4


"My bad!" This quantum anomaly is bad enough that it should be a legal excuse for aggravated assault.  Without a doubt it came from the hip hop , street slang, skateboard sect.  I rarely hear a person over 30yrs ever utter it, but  the few times I have I was brought to nausea and disgust.  "My bad" replaces sorry, my fault.  Or so the user thinks.  Not only have they not issued an admission of fault or an apology, they have succeeded without fail at looking like a 100% douchebag, who wears skinny jeans,  or has a tramp stamp tattoo.  Now I'm no genius.  Far from it.  I can't easily reverse nuclear fusion, or even illegally download music, but the saying of "My bad" is the lowest of the low for people who can actually speak and think.  I take back what I said earlier....... it's waaaaaay worse that saying "good on ya".  My bad, my bad.  Now I'm going to go punch myself in the face repeatedly. 

That was a disappointment, I must say

Today was my first ride with my new power meter.  I got a Cyclops PowerTap.  It did add about a lb or more to the weight of my bike but I do feel that the winter training will benefit me a lot more now that I can train with a bit more structure and feedback.  The only small problem I encountered was that it doesn't work.  I couldn't get my heart rate or my power output to display.

  Last Tuesday was the penultimate night of racing at the Mid Week Crits.  It seemed like a pretty fast night.  It started out really windy and I foresaw several pile ups but luckily there were none.  I like how Craig the organizer has to remind people not to use their cell phones while warming up or racing.  Like how fucking stupid is that ?  Who needs to even bring their cell to the race , unless maybe they rode there, but then turn it off.  I saw the guy using it a few weeks ago.  Dork.  Anyways..........

Total fun kms ridden this Sat/Sun: 200

Thursday I rode from Brampton up to the Hockley General Store and back.  I know I mention it all the time, but that is one hell of a ride.  The best scenery you can ask for and hill after hill.  Even surprise hills that I forget about. Each more surprising than the last.  So close to the city but absolutely no evidence of being close to anything as offensive as a large city.  The store in Hockley has it all.  It's a true general store like I imagine from the good old days.  You can buy beer there, get a meal, or just pick up some groceries or a magazine and nachos and habanero salsa.  They have a great outside sitting area with huge solid pine tables and chairs.  I plan to ride out there though the fall and winter.  

Yesterday I did the Invita group ride form Mississauga to Glen Williams, which is one town south/west of Terra Cotta.  While sitting there at the bakery I enjoyed 2 extra large chocolate chip cookies and a coke.   Some guy comes over and sits with us.  He's riding a Cannondale, and has a strong accent.  As it would happen he is a former pro cyclist and hails from New Zealand.  Told me he raced many of the Spring Classics (not Vlaanderan though....). Even the Tour De Suisse.  His strong accent prevented me from understanding a lot of what he said but what I did get seemed pretty cool.  He was late 50's I would say and in really good shape.  I had to really hammer to catch him on the hill, I'm not even  sure how hard he was going .

Today I met "The Reverend' Jeff Ker downtown and we rode from there out to Stouffville.  Half of the ride, it seems, is just trying to get out of the city.  We held a strong pace, but weren't hammering.  We still needed to be able to talk about the season and the 2012 season as well.  We stopped in town for coffee/smoothies at a new cafe called the Red Bulb.  Awesome smoothies.  The forecast called for rain all morning but we never really got it.  Not enough to even get our shorts wet.  

It appears a good weekend was had by all.

Leprechaun out

Provincial Championships Team pics

Marc and Stanley in the feed zone like sissies

Me getting a feed

Phill doing something

Andy trying to get away

Marc just after the start on the stupid gravel

me just sitting in I guess

Me trying to maybe get away , not sure.  Possibly just reveling  in the fact they announced my name and team 

L-R in black and white Stan , Marc, Phill

Why the hell did they make us start on gravel anyways?  Marco in the middle

Vengeance is boiling

The Ontario Cup Niagara Classic road race was yesterday and as promised it was a great race with a great turnout in almost all the categories.  The weather was warm and humid but not overly so.  The sky was always threatening rain but only ever delivered about 1/3 of the way through the M2 race final lap.


Team Kurzawinski at the front:
http://www.sportszonephotography.ca/Cycling-2011/Niagra-Classic-RR/1045-AM-Races/18545135_JDNZxR#1432053854_8NRxp6F

The Master 2 race started with about 35 racers.  We all lined up and received our instruction from the commissaire.  We heading along the backside of the course which was a slight descent followed by a couple of small  downhills.  Joe Accardi, Camilo Mondaca , Marco and myself all went directly to the front and stayed there for the full lap dictating the pace.  Camilo pulled very strongly and showed his enthusiasm as one of the teams newest members.  As we hit the first climb up the Effingham Hill I was in the very front, as recommended to me , but then I slowly faded to the back of the pack.  I watched as everyone who was able to climb steep grades better than me left me in their wake.  I continued up unflinched.   It was on this first climb several riders got dropped and rode the rest of the course alone. When I hit the top of the hill I was maybe 20-30' behind the next rider but as the back side was a descent I was easily able to grab back on to the group, catch my breath, get my heart rate under control and then move back to the front.  I did this every lap.

During the second lap I moved up to assume my roll at the front of the group with Marco and Camilo. Camilo asks me "are we going to let this guy escape?' motioning to Matthew DiSilvestro from Ottawa , as he was about 100m ahead on an attempted breakaway.  Little did we know our complacency would hand Matthew his second win of the season and have us fighting for second place at best.  I think during his biggest gap he put 1m20s on us.

At times the pack worked together really well with The Kurzawinski team. We  and a couple of other racers starting a single echelon chase.  Although our efforts were ultimately in vain, we were able to win back about 25 seconds.

During the last lap the speeds still hadn't picked up much as they often do.  Everyone knew this was going to end up in a bunch sprint up the hill.  As my friends and team mates will attest to I am not an overly strong or powerful rider.  So I knew I was in some trouble in the coming minutes.  My hopes of a top 3, top 5 or a top 10 finish were slowly dissolving.  As we are heading towards the final descent Camilo says to me "Trevor, how are you feeling?"  I said I felt like a million bucks.  He told me that he was feeling pretty gassed and knew he didn't have enough power left do do anything serious on the final climb that was about 5 minutes away. He offered to give me a lead out over about 1/2 of the rollers leading up to the hill.  I accepted with eager anticipation.  Marco was still in the front as he had been a lot of the race, and  of course had  no way of knowing what we had just planned.    As we hit the final descent I got into my most aerodynamic tuck and sucked as much air into my lungs as I could.  I told myself to ignore the pain I was about to endure.    Camilo took off up the left side and I followed.  We moved up the side of the  entire pack in  no time.  We stayed near the front never giving evidence of our intentions.  Then Camilo shifted gears.  His speed picked up and I was right there.  My wheel inches from his.  He is a much larger rider than me so the air he moved for me was unbelievable.  (Waaaaay better than riding behind Andy!!!)  We had a bit of a gap as we hit the bottom of the climb, I don't use a computer so I don't know how fast we were going.  As the grade rose Camilo looked back , but had not enough energy or air left to even yell GO!!!   He pulled to the left and I took off.  I was giving it 100%.  I climbed a large part of the hill with no other rider in my peripheral vision but as the the seconds ticked by I saw Steve Fantaske (BCC), Steve Vlemmix (London Honda), Mark Sugita , a guy I didn't recognize (Steve De Boer) and then Lawrence Akot from Darkhorse all fly by me.  It was that instant I saw my dreams of a podium medal vanish.  With less than 15 metres to go I was beside Lawrence's  rear wheel and all I could hear was Coach Krystoph screaming "PASS HIM!!!PASS HIM!!!!! TRUVAH YOU PASS HIM!!!!!"
I was able to catch him at the line by about 6 inches and secure an incredibly hard fought for 6th place.

Lawrence and me bleeding as we approach the line:
http://www.sportszonephotography.ca/Cycling-2011/Niagra-Classic-RR/1045-AM-Races/18545135_JDNZxR#1432895366_W4WRwf2

Matthew was never actually in danger of us catching him.  So he earned his win heroically.  I feel happy with my sixth place.  Other than organizing a chase group on lap 2  there was nothing I could have done better.  So  sixth was my best effort.  My best result this season.

I pray this isn't my last race of the year.  There are several coming up over the border in a few weeks as well as the Centurion at Blue Mountain.  I'm told I'm still peaking.

Pics to come real soon like!

Marco 14th!
Camilo 17th!
Joe 18th!

Champions of winning superb!!!!

Tomorrow id the last Provincial cup of the season.  It contains a fair sized hill climb that  we need to do 6 times.  It could be worse, But six is still not fun.  On paper I think I should be a stronger climber than I am. I'm hovering around 150lbs right now at 5'8".  I'm still working on it.  Still working on realizing my specific skill set in racing.  Climbing, sprinting, attacking, lead outs? ..........maybe tomorrow will shed new light.

My racing season made a sudden turn about around 5 weeks ago.  With a reasonable result in Cobourg, then 2 top 10 finishes at the Mid Week Crits, and also a pretty good placing at the Provincials.  I just need that streak to continue at a slight improvement through tomorrow.  

Belgian Kriek Beer

I'll make this short. Today I found a few Belgian biers that I don't see very often.  I bought the regular one , I don't know what it is though....maybe an Ale..  I also grabbed this one, it's a black cherry fruit beer.  The deal with this beer is that the top is wrapped in gold foil, then has a cap, and then when you pull the cap off  a cool cork is revealed.  these guys go overboard with the presentation.  The beer inside is pretty fantastic too.  They weren't trying to hide the black cherry.....there are no notes of fruit....it's full of it.  In a good way.  If you can remember the POP SHOPPE'S black Cherry soda pop...............it's like that but better.  It would take a lot of them to knock you down as they are only 3.5% alc.....but like Fruli they are a good primer.  These guys are bringin' it to the fruit beer and Belgian white beer market.  Boom!!!!

I like rearranging the pics in a big and small, left to right fashion.   I'm  making these pics my bitch.

This is my Cryptic Slaughter beer coolie.  They were an awesome hardcore band I liked in High School.  I still have the coolie.  Rarely use it though.  Set your own pace.

In the bag.......

It's threatening rain again today.  The clouds have darkened but are not yet peeing.  I am always a fan of watching Farra Nasser and the girls of CP24.  So I'm always bang on with not only Toronto traffic but the weather reports.

I rode around the Matheson loop this morning for about 2 hours.  The wind was strong and was blowing in the reverse direction to which it normally blows.  Felt like a new route.  I even hopped on the tail of a tractor trailer and let him pace me for about 2 minutes , but really quickly.  I was about  half a meter from eating his bumper.  Always fun.

Last nights Mid Week Crit was a great race.  Granted it seemed a little slower than most nights , but the bonus with a slower night is that there are a lot more attacks than if it's top speed all night. by the second lap  myself, and Vic were just getting ready to jump (or if Vic jumped, I was right there on his wheel) and at that second an opening formed Marc flew right by.  We were able to both stand up and get behind him.  We had a nice little breakaway going for a few laps.  Again, I showed equally my zeal and inexperience and took slightly longer pulls at the front than I should have  so when the group finally caught us it was a blessing  as I was going at near redline.    The rest of the race was great for practicing moving up to the front  and attacking,  and then moving back into the front(ish) of the pack.   At the end it turned into a bunch sprint right around the 250m mark.  I was definitely in a good spot to get a top 5 but again my lack of pure power allowed a few guys to get around me (Stan and Marc......) and I got a 10th place.  I'm still very happy with that.  It just means I need to watch my position in the final laps even more closely.    

I am seriously impressed with this new beer from Quebec called Dominus Vobiscum.  I REALLY like it.  It's so damn refreshing.  The effervescence is alot more intense than most beers. It claims to be a Belgian style beer, so  I would still compare it to something like Hoegaarden.  So similar so that I feel within my rights to pour it into a Hoegaarden glass.    

Ace Out

No complaints reported

This afternoon I sure did have a great ride up to Orangeville.  By great I mean one of those rides where I felt strong and was strong.  The temperature was hot, but not overly humid.  No cars passing me too closely, and no dogs chasing me away from their property.  Headwinds from the North going up the hills, and then back was faster than fast. The wind blowing over my face and hair like an 80's Winger video.

Cyclists sharing my route were sparse to non-existent.  The sun was blazing down on my already redneck tanned skin simply added to the evidence of a summer well enjoyed.  My bike was silent, and did what I asked of it.  Almost always in the big ring. Even in the heat it seemed my electrolyte enhanced drinks stayed both cool and somehow near-full, although I don't feel I ignored my thirst at all.  Possibly I experienced one of those perfect rides.  I will be doing the same route again Thursday with the team.


  

Is it just me or does anybody else  love washing their drivetrain and polishing their bikes?