top, left photo: brian is in blue.
middle photo, frederico is in red.
right photo, Guido in pink, Daniello in yellow.
at left, the pack. Pepe is on pink and blue short (that used to be tights, he made custom cut-offs)
today was all business.
funny semi-related story: i asked our lovely secratary, Dianna, if there was an italian equivalent phrase for "All business". she said, no, and offered another phrase. then as i was leaving for my apartment inorder to change for the ride, dianna said, "I hope you have alot of business on your ride."
anyway, roll out was easy.
Frederico threw a couple of his little attacks on the Zona Industriale.
pace picked as we passed the whores. pace lined and sadly, Roberto and were wearing the same kit, i stupidly pulled back my "teammate". oops.
the climb: i was advised to big-ring it b-c it is only a 2.5 km climb.
Dannielo and another guy went out before the climb and hoped they could stay away; they thought wrong.
i got to the front and hung around there for about half a K.
then Roberto said something, maybe related to attacking, maybe not, but i went.
Big-ring HO! i remembered an old saying, you can never trust your heartrate on race day. that's true b-c i felt good but was running at about 195-198 bpm for the whole climb.
funny semi-related story: i asked our lovely secratary, Dianna, if there was an italian equivalent phrase for "All business". she said, no, and offered another phrase. then as i was leaving for my apartment inorder to change for the ride, dianna said, "I hope you have alot of business on your ride."
anyway, roll out was easy.
Frederico threw a couple of his little attacks on the Zona Industriale.
pace picked as we passed the whores. pace lined and sadly, Roberto and were wearing the same kit, i stupidly pulled back my "teammate". oops.
the climb: i was advised to big-ring it b-c it is only a 2.5 km climb.
Dannielo and another guy went out before the climb and hoped they could stay away; they thought wrong.
i got to the front and hung around there for about half a K.
then Roberto said something, maybe related to attacking, maybe not, but i went.
Big-ring HO! i remembered an old saying, you can never trust your heartrate on race day. that's true b-c i felt good but was running at about 195-198 bpm for the whole climb.
i caught the first guy, then caught Dannielo. i hung back from him for a little while, and tried to be quiet. i looked behind me to see if i had enough time to recover but my gap was holding. so i recovered and then went again and (maybe this was alittle rude) but blew past Dannielo. maybe not blew past him, but he was spent, just holding onto what ever gap the pavck would let him have. i caught a glimpse of him and he was not having fun. so, like i said, i went.
as i rounded the last hairpin and could just about see the finish line, i heard chase 1 talking below me but was confident that they wouldnt catch me.
they didnt. KOM BABY! second week there!
the run home:
i stopped at the intersection to put my camera back in it plastic bag, and then had to chase back on. Brian went off the front and the pace really ramped up. i was the last indian in line, we were doing about 30 mph.
Brian got pulled back and we hit the first roundabout; i stayed at the back.
we hit the next thing, the on-ramp connecter road, and i stayed at the back.
we hit the second roundabout and i advanced b-c if not there, then i wouldnt be able to attack up the whole paceline and have anything left to get a gap.
Brian asked where the sprint was, and i tried to tell him. but i figured on something different: "i'm going. when i get pulled back, you go. ok?"
i knew i would never be able to hold on for about 3km with the Giacomo train coming up on me.
i went. hard. 195 bpm the whole 2.5 km before the sprint.
sure as the sun is hot, at the off ramp i saw Giacomo over my shoulder leading the boys in.
i pulled wide to let Brian through who was second behind Giacomo.
Brian went a little too early and could quite hold his lead. Frederico was hot for the win, bridged to Brian and let Brian lead him to the line. Frederico took the sprint. like last week.
but when i saw Frederico go by, i got on his wheel and stayed there for a little while, but nobody was really contesting so i just relaxed and coasted home for a 4th or 5th.
this week was waaayyy better, i will still need to get a win before i leave.
they didnt. KOM BABY! second week there!
the run home:
i stopped at the intersection to put my camera back in it plastic bag, and then had to chase back on. Brian went off the front and the pace really ramped up. i was the last indian in line, we were doing about 30 mph.
Brian got pulled back and we hit the first roundabout; i stayed at the back.
we hit the next thing, the on-ramp connecter road, and i stayed at the back.
we hit the second roundabout and i advanced b-c if not there, then i wouldnt be able to attack up the whole paceline and have anything left to get a gap.
Brian asked where the sprint was, and i tried to tell him. but i figured on something different: "i'm going. when i get pulled back, you go. ok?"
i knew i would never be able to hold on for about 3km with the Giacomo train coming up on me.
i went. hard. 195 bpm the whole 2.5 km before the sprint.
sure as the sun is hot, at the off ramp i saw Giacomo over my shoulder leading the boys in.
i pulled wide to let Brian through who was second behind Giacomo.
Brian went a little too early and could quite hold his lead. Frederico was hot for the win, bridged to Brian and let Brian lead him to the line. Frederico took the sprint. like last week.
but when i saw Frederico go by, i got on his wheel and stayed there for a little while, but nobody was really contesting so i just relaxed and coasted home for a 4th or 5th.
this week was waaayyy better, i will still need to get a win before i leave.
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