Friday, July 8, 2011

Tour de Villas, Des Plaines, IL, July 2, 2011

Despite my dislike of all things hot and humid, I headed out in 90+ degree heat for 30 minutes of Cat 4 action at the Tour de Villas. The course is a perfect oval in a residential area of Des Plaines…think Sherman Park, but with better pavement and less crime.

Given the complete and utter lack of anything even remotely resembling a “turn,” I knew that this would be a shootout from start to finish.

I arrived at the course with plenty of time to spare, only to find out that all races were running at least 45 minutes behind. So now I really had plenty of time to spare. Super. I hooked up with fellow Bicycle Heaven teammates Bryan and Jim, and we did some easy warm-up laps on the smaller “inner oval.” We were also joined by Psimet chief Rob Curtis and some of his men. After a while, we took a break to watch Matt take 3rd in the 30+ race. Matt’s girlfriend Mara took 2nd in the women’s 4/5 race, so it was shaping up to be a great day for Bicycle Heaven.

After some more time spent warming up, we rolled to the line. 37 riders took off from the whistle, and the pace was pretty mellow, at first. After a lap spent at about 21 mph, we soon ramped it up into the 26-27 mph range. I found the tempo to be very manageable. Despite the heat, I was feeling good, but was very sure to drink every chance I got. Any time I felt that I was too far back I was easily able to move up the side of the field and insert myself back into the lead riders. Since there were no turns to speak of, there was never the whiplash/caterpillar effect. Although the race was mostly clean, there were a few profanity-inducing moments. Late in the race an unattached rider in a Hawaii triathlon jersey moved left without looking and almost took out my front wheel, bringing on a mild bout of blasphemy. A few minutes later, a Tati rider did the same thing. Please, people, look before you make a move! Criterium 101, truly.

With about 4 laps to go, I heard the sound of the moto tailing the pack, and knew that I needed to get back to the front. As we roared past the start/finish I sprinted up the left side and ducked back in right next to Bryan, announcing my presence. At one point during the next few laps I realized that I didn’t see Bryan anymore, and wondered where he went (turns out he flatted with two laps to go, ending his day).

Halfway through the final lap, I was sitting in third wheel position and hoping for a great finish. However, as is my wont, I wasn’t able to maintain position during the surge and ended up taking only 14th. A solid, but unimpressive, result.

Next up is the Geneva Grand Prix, sponsored by Bicycle Heaven and one of the first races of the phenomenon known as Superweek. 20 miles of pain and suffering through the quaint streets of Geneva…I can’t wait.