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Tales from the Peloton, August 20, 2005
Endurance MTB socialising - Part I
Not content with just riding a 100-mile endurance MTB event, Elden Nelson (aka 'the Fat cyclist') wanted to share the experience of over 900 people riding this tough race - so taking out his voice recorder was the obvious thing to do. He couldn't do 900 interviews in 100 miles, but tried gallantly, and brings us real tales from the peloton - at Colorado high altitude.
Bike racing is a pretty internally-focused sport. You're thinking about your strategy, your legs, your suffering, your energy level. You, you, you. The only time you tend to think about other people is when you want to either use them or to pass them.
Pretty darned selfish, if you ask me.
On August 13, I raced the Leadville 100 - a 100-mile mountain bike race in Leadville, CO - the highest city in North America. Ranging from 9000 feet up to 12,600 feet with about 12,000 feet of climbing altogether, it's recognized as a brutal, demanding race that requires strength, endurance, and concentration to get through.
Here's the thing, though. I'd done the race eight times before, and while I wasn't worried about finishing, you can guess that with the nickname "Fat Cyclist" I knew I wouldn't be setting a personal best.
So why not use the race as an opportunity to get to know my fellow mid-pack riders? I picked up a small voice recorder - one that easily tucked under the elastic of my shorts, rolled up to the starting line, and set out to see what a serious epic race is like if you treat it like a tea party.
And please note: I did not cherry-pick riders. I had never met any of these riders before talking with them during this ride. My rider selection criteria were simple: they had to be near me and going approximately my speed.
The Local: Roxanne
Mustering the courage to stick a tape recorder in front of people's mouths while they race was no easy thing, so I started easy: I found a woman much, much smaller than I was - someone I was confident I could defend myself against, if it came down to it. Roxanne and I talked while we rode along flat doubletrack, before any difficult climbs.
Fat cyclist: So how many times have you done this epic race?
I didn't have to ask Roxanne why she hated the road to Columbine mine. This eight mile stretch of road climbs more than 3000 feet up to the highest point in the course. The final three miles of this climb are technical and rocky.
Fat cyclist: How do you like Sugarloaf? (Sugarloaf, AKA Powerline, is the last
long, technical climb of the day. Every year, multiple people give up and turn
around rather than climb this steep, 3.5 mile monster.)
Roxanne would finish with a time of 11:27:18, placing 16th in her category.
Next it was Annie (Evergreen, CO), who was climbing St. Kevins...
What makes the Leadville 100 difficult is the length and difficulty of the climbs. Almost immediately after beginning this race, you're forced to climb St. Kevins, about three miles of sandy doubletrack. It's not a time when you're necessarily in the mood to talk. But I talked with Annie anyway.
Fat cyclist: Is this the first time you've ridden this race, Annie?
Annie - clearly all business - would finish in 10:01, fifth place in her category: her best time by nearly half an hour. Not all that sick after all, were you, Annie?
Stephen (Houston, TX) Demonstrates anti-trash-talk technique
After you've battled your way up St. Kevins, you drop down the other side on pavement. Then it's time to climb Sugarloaf. That's where I met up with Stephen.
Fat cyclist: Racer 125, you had a good time last year. (In the Leadville
100, a race bib number below 500 indicates that was your finishing place in
the race the previous year.)
Stephen, "big belly" and all, finished with a 10:03, only marginally slower than last year's time.
Mike (Evergreen, CO): Riding for Redemption
Still climbing Sugarloaf - it's a reasonably gradual, non-technical climb, giving you time to chat if you're willing to be nosy about it - I stuck my microphone into Mike's face.
Fat cyclist: Have you ever quit this race?
Mike, age 41, finished in 10:13. I hope you can sleep at night now, Mike.
The Sounds of Crashing
I managed to leave the recorder on for 17 minutes, recording nothing but the sound of me pedaling - and then, as I started down the other side of SugarLoaf, of my brakes squealing (borrowed bike).
During this unintentional 17 minutes, I managed to capture a priceless moment. Riding down the Powerline, a rider yells, "On your right!" I yell back, "Go!" One second later, he hits a whoop-de-do, and then there's a plop-crunch as he lands too far forward, wiping out. There's a squeal of brakes as I swerve hard to avoid running over him.
I yell, "You OK?" and he replies "Yeah." I then say to another rider, "Ouch." He replies, "Yeah."
Long Road for Fiona
I rode with Fiona for a few miles between the first and second aid stations - a relatively flat section where people often try to form groups (my friend Kenny rightly points out that it's often hilarious to watch mountain bikers try to form a paceline) and work together.
Fat cyclist: Are you having fun?
Fiona made it up to the hardest part of the race - the top of Columbine mine, but DNF'd at the next aid station. I hope she had fun somewhere along the way, but I kind of doubt it.
John, (Cedar Crest, NM): Grizzled Veteran
Endurance racing isn't a young pups' sport. It seems that the longer you do it and the older you get, the better you are. John is living proof of this. As you read the following dialogue, please picture in your mind John riding and chatting, while I keep dropping back and then sprinting to catch up. He was trying not to drop me, but just couldn't seem to help it.
Fat cyclist: How many times have you done this race?
John - age 54 - would finish in 10:20 - his best time ever, by nearly twenty minutes. 17th in his category. As we rode together, John also mentioned that he reads the Fat Cyclist blog, which earns him 5000 brownie points. John was right about the rain, at least as far as he and I were concerned. In spite of predictions of rain, I never needed to bring out my rain jacket. Anyone slower than John or me, however, got hailed and rained upon up at 12,000 feet.
Check out Part II as the fatty gets chatty with some amazing tales from a rather breathless peloton...
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