I bet this race will have at least one less crash than the Cat 4s
This past weekend was the Fixation Fixed Gear Open Crit. Its basically like a red hook, but with a chicago style, rectangle course without ketchup.
Originally, I was completely opposed to the idea of it mostly because it seemed like a shameless copy of Red Hook Crit in New York, and also because I was horrified of injuring myself and jeopardizing my main goal of the season: Upgrading to cat 3 on the track.
Then I upgraded to Cat 3 in track and said, eff it and registered.
I got to hang out with this lovely lady all weekend, and she wanted to race the womens category 3/4 so we arrived at a nice early 10am, which gave me a surplus of time to get in practice laps and test out gearing such as
I finally decided to use the recommended gearing of 48/15, which allowed me to spin faster blah blah blah. . really i just got tired of changing my cogs and chainrings and just left it as is. Sometimes (most of the time) its best to just set and forget, and stop trying to over think things. I also had time to eat a cheeseburger, a belgian waffle, and have somewhere between 3-5 iced coffees.
The race itself was fast from the whistle, with the front two rows of experienced racers making a very concerted effort to drop as much of the field as we could. I never looked back to check until about 6 laps in, when I realized the only thing behind us was a moto.
(pic by Nick Kohout)
I got to draft off of Brian Ellison for awhile, He’s a very good draft for me. Later on, he went off on his own for some solo victory action while Avi and Al took turns attacking the entire group. I decided that I should probably begin recovering for the group sprint. My main motivation being the fact that all the people I know are watching and I don’t want to embarrass myself. I waited for turn three, accelerated as hard as I could through the corner, and spun that gear as fast as I could and nabbed fifth.
Race was fun, Brian won off the front, I sprinted for fifth. nobody crashed. Fixie kids didn’t know the pain train that was coming. Brian then made the p/1/2 field wait five minutes so he could change and chug a red bull.
(pic by Nick Kohout)
too many still life(s) in the world. the only ones that matter to me now are the ones that are painted. anyone can take a nice expensive camera with a good flash and some “odd” objects and create a still life. not everyone can take those same objects and create a good painting.
Lincoln Park Crit
When attacking first lap into a 30 mph headwind, the most important thing to remember is to make sure someone gets a photo of it before shooting out the back.
(photo by @taticycles)
Red Hook Crit
qualifying lap time = 152/250
Not enough for the final, but the best i could do. Contrary to popular belief, I gave it everything I had, and honestly, that’s all I could ask of myself. Not making the finals was kind of a relief, the qualifying heat and atmosphere up to that point was crazy intense. My heart rate for the entire week leading up to Red Hook was definitely stuck at 150. Its exciting to attempt things that you have NO idea what to expect, or that everyone is telling you you’re going to die.
The riding itself was amazing, super fast, you have to be incredible comfortable on a track bike, in the drops, going really fast, in whatever terrible weather there is. Its definitely not for the faint of heart and I wouldn’t recommend it to people who fixate on crashing a lot.
I rode rollers like all the cool kids.
I tried in vain to hold the wheels of some euro dudes and Brian Ellison
I saved so many watts though with my giro air attack shield. So watt. Such aero.
We went to a bunch of coffee shops. Tar Pit, a french pastry place in DUMBO.
I have great teamclubmates. something like 12 people came just to watch. Lots of great support, everyone is awesome.
All in all though, if i had to sum up the entire weekend. I’d have to say its this one.
- My awesome aunt and cousins who put us up for the weekend, and pretty much made me seem like a spoiled brat.
- My awesome best friend and sister and her boyfriend who came out to watch me look as cool as possible.
- Erin Young and friends who helped create a sick roller island in the athlete camp, and hung out with us.
NOW, i’m not saying local races aren’t awesome, or that I belonged in the race or whatever. People have literally told me that I had no business attempting it. But whatever. It was the most fun I’ve had on a race weekend in awhile. And I’m saying that after I spent the weekend in michigan with great friends and two awesome dogs and snow and wilderness and stuff.