Stoudt's Summerfest

Dear Readers,

Stoudts Sumerfest has quickly become one of my favorite events on the calendar. Why you ask? A 4 hour relay/solo race racing around the Stoudts Brewery in Adamstown, PA. The course is short: 8-10 minute laps and the entire event has  an outstanding atmosphere and vibe. Dave Borden and his team pretty much personally greet everyone, and their attention to details like T-shirts, pint glasses and quick attention to the course anytime, anything might go south during the day totally exceeds expectations. There are three classes (solo, duo and four person) all very competitive, but at the same time the course and event is challenging and fun enough that it keeps your attention even if you aren't racing for the box. I get this style of racing is a little different than your typical  xc event, different is good my friends.  If you have missed Stoudts Summerfest these past two seasons, I'd strongly encourage you to mark your calendar and make it out next year... Thanks to the JB Bikes/Stoudts team for hosting a wonderful, challenging and fun event.

before and after shots. All smiles. A lot stinkier on the right!

Did I mention that the race is at the Stoudts Brewery? After the race they have amazing beer and outstanding bratwurst. The racers gather in the beer garden for awards, and more importantly a nice drink and food, and shares stories of the battles fought during the day. It is awesome. While I had an awful case of race gut and didn't get a chance to sample my favorite beer in the world (Stoudts Triple) I did have an awesome Stoudts bratwurst with sauerkraut, or at least half a serving before my stomach warned me that it allowed me to enjoy some, but not to get carried away. Diane said on the way home that the beer garden was one of her favorite things, and that she missed the social side of this game, and sharing the stories from the race. She was on cloud nine. I couldn't have been happier for her...

Gorka won the day. (photo from D.Lowe)

GORKA RACED IN A SPEEDO. That was kinda awesome. I caught up to him on one lap, and jokingly said to him "out of the way speedo!"  He looked over at me and started to laugh, commenting about this might not being the best idea. I hope he has a comfy chair at the office or home.

Our teammates, Consorto and Jenn Sears, were racing on another duo team, and seemed to have the worst luck with sidewalls on their tires today. First Consorto shredded one, and then Jenn came in with one destroyed. I was too out of it to help out, but Andy Di Michele, another of the great ambassadors/hosts for the Stoudts/JB Bike team came over and saved the day changing the flat, and booting the tire. It was awesome.  Thanks Andy... Let me add, Barry  came over and asked them where they cut their tires, and headed over to the spot with a crew to make sure the course was holding up, and fix the point of bother. Like I said, these guys are really good. Thanks Barry!

Dennis Bike making sure our compound is coming together well..

We had a pretty outstanding compound going, we had Dennisbike.com (BikeLine), Chappy(BikeLine), Schindler (BikeLine), Erik Mitchell (Spintek), Travis Harnish (BikeLine), Consorto (C3), Jenn Sears (C3), Heather H (WoodenWheels), Scotty too Hotty (BikeLine),Nick (TBR),  Blake (C3) , Diane and I, bordered by the TBR kids, who I am a big fan of.. It was a good group of folks to be around on a tough day... Wish I had gotten a group shot but I blew it...

photo by Robert May

Our race went about as good as it could get. Thanks to Monkey's over preparation, we kinda had everything we needed and some. She's good at this planning stuff.  We had made a plan early on, and followed it. I did the worst 50 yard dash ever, and screwed up the Lemans Style start, then charged past maybe 10 riders as hard as I could off the start.

photo Bill White

By the top of the switchback: "Goat Hill" I had clawed my way up to third. Nick Sears (Trestle Bridge Racing) was gone,

Dude Looks good in that kit...

and  Justin Sotdorus had enough of a gap that I wasn't bringing him back. Andrew Dunlap (Rare Disease Cycling), who would win the solo class would come around me as we passed the team tents. That was pretty good company and I accomplished my goal of giving Monk clear track from traffic for her first lap. We settled into our plan. (yes, we had a spread sheet).  As we got to the half way point it was clear Monkey was hurting a bit, so we had to adjust our strategy. We went from a 3/2 lap rotation to a 4/2 lap rotation. Monk wasn't recovering as quickly as we had hoped.

 I had 100% more cramps doing 4 laps per rotation than 3.  We were starting to slide into survival mode. As we got to the final hour, I allowed myself to look at the standings for the first time. We were in the top 10 and battling with Johan/Gary from Evolution and Werner (Easy Riders) for 8-10th place. Werner's teammate had broken his bike early in the race, and Werner kept plowing forward as a solo. With 15 minutes to go I  tagged Diane as she headed out for her last lap. I started to ask her "do you want 8th or 10th?" but refrained. Diane is not in shape. She's been riding for just 3 months now after a year off. She dug so deep today, I was so proud of her and how hard she worked. Her knee held up well today, and I know she was stoked, so where-ever we ended up, it was going to be a win. How do you ask someone who has clearly laid it all out there for more?

Photo Robert May

Diane finished her lap and sent me out to wrap it up with three minutes until the cut off. For those readers who like the final result, we finished 8th- totally exceeding either of our expectations. We may have been the happiest 8th place 4 hour duo relay finishers EVER today- totally far exceeding either of our pre-race expectations.

Our final transition... photo by Bill White!

One final note on how awesome this race is... During my last lap I came through the heckle/beer/party zone, and the crowd, which stayed energized all day long kept on screaming. I felt someone pat me on the back and calmly say , "you rode well all day today Marc, good job!" I'm not gonna lie, that was one of the many exclamation marks on this day...

thanks for reading.

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Vanderbacon

Sometimes you aren't meant to ride...

Dear Reader,

The plan was pretty simple, do some quick maintenance on my mountainbike, and then head out on the road to knock out a set of intervals.

What could go wrong?

boys are going to help out on this one...

Started out changing my rear tire. The new tire was a little tight, and after getting a blister on my thumb pushing the bead on, I figured things were going well. I used the Stan's injector and run down to the local gas and sip to use their air compressor and get going. I was a bit cocky and things didn't go well, as I blew Stan's Goo  all over the place and me. I throw the tire/wheel back in the car and speed home angrily. I finally get the tire back on the rim, spray soapy water around the tire, and finally get it to seat properly using up my last Co2 cartridges, and a mighty fast floor pumping action.

Okay, that did not go as smoothly as planned, but you know I can still make this work.

On to the drive train. I pull the cassette and quickly realize that the free hub body was broken. Nothing is going easily. So I grab my wife, and the wheel hop into the car and run down to the LBS. Thankfully Roger and Dwayne knock this out for me quickly, and I'm back in business.

It's starting to get, late, but my tire is changed, free hub body, and cassette are now ready to go, just a quick chain change and I can get out for my intervals. I mean this hour job is now going on 2.5 plus two car trips, but I can make it work. I'm frustrated and tired of bikes right now.

I get the old chain off, and measure the new. I start to trim some links off the new chain and my chain-tool breaks in half. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I exclaim. Can I get a break today?

Diane, watching the tour and me in the background, laughs-

I finish up the chain installation and exasperated said, "I hate bikes" hanging my bike back up in the garage and made myself a cup of coffee and sit on the couch next to Diane.

Diane says "I'm guessing you're gonna ride later?"

I did ride later with these guys. Photo OneLegMatt.

I hum-pf  a little bit and pout, pretty much hating bikes for the moment.

Later in the day, we come to find out that exactly the time I was struggling with my quick bike maintenance debacle, our friends Kita and Josh were driving out the exact roads that I was planning on to do my intervals. While they were heading out on this little twisty usually lightly trafficked road, it seems that some local meth heads took off an maddening run and on their way out the side swiped a couple of cars (including Kita's, and eventually took out another, and launched themselves into a ditch. Kita had sent over this picture of the conclusion of the meth head's mad run.

Thankfully, Kita and Josh were not injured, but there car was sideswiped.

In shock, Diane looked at me and smiled knowingly, "you were not meant to ride this morning."

thanks for reading.

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vanderbacon

Super Hot Bike Driving Machine...

Dear Readers,

The other night I had a really fun ride around Fairhill with my friend Shane. My legs were still feeling a little beat up so I went with a loop that would allow me to capitalize on my deception and guile skills. I choose a loop that while it has some uphill, the thrust really was more bike driving than anything else.

We had a blast. Although Shane did have to put up with me telling stories of the old days again. (sorry Shane)

After the ride, Monkey and I were standing in the kitchen and we decided to head down to the Dear Park for $1.50 Taco night. Diane rushed me off to shower and I asked her to upload my ride to Strava. I asked her to call the ride "hot- night bike driving with Shane..."

I ran up stairs,  took my shower, and ran down stairs and we headed out. Monkey was driving into town when  I took a look at the ride on my phone, you know because I wanted to geek out a bit on my numbers (remember, I'm your team's mid pack masters rider, this is what we do). I saw the title: "Super Hot Bike Driving Machine"

"WTF, Monk!" I said to her, what's up with that title "Super Hot Bike Driving Machine" are you busting me or what?

Monk replied, "that's what you told me to call it!"

I responded ,"No, it's not I said HOT NIGHT BIKE DRIVING WITH SHANE! NOT SUPER HOT BIKE DRIVING MACHINE!"

Monkey started to laugh, " I thought that was kind of a cocky ride title for you..."

We both laughed, as I quickly changed my cocky ride title to the appropriate title.

The $1.50 Taco were pretty good. I went with all beef. I think next time I'll next that up a bit, maybe mix in a chicken or pork... We'll see...

thanks for reading.

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vanderbacon

We Aim To Please! A Traditional Sizzler Race Report

Dear Readers,

Recently we got some feedback from a few longtime readers, that said while they still certainly enjoy the blog, and my most recent write up regarding the Summer Sizzler, they wanted to know how the race unfolded for me.

To quote John from Topeka, KS, "What's a brother gotta due to get a traditional race report around here?"

Well folks, we here at Vanderbacon Enterprises aim to please, so here you go. This is of course my own oxygen debted version. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent.

"Hard fought 10th place. Was in 4th looking at 3rd (Keith L. from Bulldog cycles) at the end of two. I felt like I was bringing him back. In the end, He would hold me off.  Starting lap three I was promptly passed by a mini peloton containing Cimini (Equipe Vitesse, one of my favorite people in the world, and world's worst cycling fashion dude), Thayer (Bike Line and who I'm convinced has Wolverine's Healing Factor), and Werner (Easy Riders- My favorite person to battle with in cross and mtb too). They were nose to tail, and  I tried to hold on as  the fourth wheel, but felt like the riders at the back of the crit who have to sprint out of every corner to get back on. I was burning matches I didn't have. I couldn't move up, so I gave them a little space. Apparently a little too much. Final lap, I felt pretty good Daryl Weaver came through. Last half lap I was in a pretty dark spot. Joe Bothel (Bike Line, and one of my favorite training partners) came by and tried to coax me along, I gave chase, but there wasn't a lot there.  As we came to the last part of trail Kyle Miller (Rare Disease Cycling and a damn good looking kid) who was in the 19-39 and had been sitting on my wheel after I caught him on the third lap, attacked to space himself from the Guys rider we had caught with rad tattoos. This is the second time in recent years I caught Kyle, he sat on me for a lap, and even though we're not in the same race, and you know I took 2 minutes out of him, he jumped me at the finish. I point this out, because we love each other and that what dudes do.  I finished, exhausted and pretty stoked, but also know that I hate giving up spots at the end of a race, and I hemorrhaged them in the back half. Work to be done. On the positive 3 minutes separated 2nd and 10th in our class. We 40+ guys are a stupid competitive bunch.  This was a super deep race, as frankly all the 40+ races I have done this year have been..."

There you have it folks. Service with a Smile! Call Now and order your Vanderbacon. Operators are waiting! :-)

thanks for reading, and caring about my cycle racing world!

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Vanderbacon

Summer Sizzler at Sewell-

Dear Reader,
I love to race my bike.
Today was so hard, so much fun.

For me, racing bikes is always a process. I love that process. Push and pull, rest as hard as you ride. Just keep grinding away at it, for the eternal hope that it all comes together. One or two good days make all the hard days worth it. While I wouldn't call today one of those magical days, it was really fun. I was pretty deep in the hurt locker for a longtime... yeah...

Man, I love to race my bike. While I'm still  finding my legs, I am seeing progression and that's so motivating. Today, I was in the battle. It felt good. I love the fight.  It was a tough field, a good course for me, and I'm happy with my day.

Photo JP Travis

I'm pretty damn stoked.

it was a good damn day.

thanks for reading.

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Vanderbacon

College Kids Ruin Everything

Dear Readers,

The other night I was out for an easy ride. The kind of ride that my friend Shane lovingly calls a multi-tasking ride: you know it's so slow you can sleep and ride at the same time. Yeah, I thought that was funny too. Anyway, I was out for one of my easy rides, and I knew that my rear tire was a little low on air. I was looping around the college campus when what did I see but a bicycle repair oasis!

I thought to myself, "man college kids these days have it so freaking good! This is so damn cool! " All the tools anyone wouldn't need right here in the bike parking area. Plus, what a bonus I need air my tire, and here's a pump! Yeah, University of Delaware! So I quickly hooked the pump up to my rear tire, of course letting a little more air out of the tire, and then I begin to pump when I notice something is wrong...

Fucking college kids could screw up a wet dream. Sonofabitch. The pump was completely destroyed. Now with my even more flat tire, my hopes dashed, I continued on my way home limping on back to my car home.

UUGG.

thanks for reading.

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vanderbacon

Cross Season: my super-hot-cool ex-girlfriend...

Dear Readers,

If you follow the social medias of cycling at all, then you are starting to hear the not so quiet roar that cross season is coming. Pictures of cross bikes, awesome shops asking if you have your equipment ready. I have seen emails on the DCCoD list that some folks are starting up Wednesday night cross rides this week. While normally I would be one of the cyclists saying, "I can't wait for cross", this year I find myself thinking: "The TOUR HASN'T EVEN STARTED!"

Now, I will admit. I have had a very passionate love affair with cyclocross since 1997. I am one of those guys who when folks asked "do you race mountain or road?" I would answer, "cross". All year long any race I did I would say, "was building for cross. it's all about cross..." That's honestly how I looked at it.  This year not so much...

After more years than I would like to admit promoting cross races and proudly serving on the MAC board Diane and I hit the wall last fall. The time and energy we were putting in was frankly taking  the joy and our love of the sport away. The politics of sport are not fun, and as cross has become a viable cash cow, have grown.. I don't fault a promoter for trying to make some coin from cross, but we never put a single dollar in our pockets from our efforts. For us it was always the love affair, not the dollar... I got tired of being the sandbagger police and handling those emails, as well as the SSCX stuff had me torn at times, and frankly was/is exhausting to me.  But I digress: feeling frankly very drained and a little beaten: we resigned our positions from the MAC board.

Did you ever have a super hot girlfriend? Not only was she super hot, but super cool and you really liked her? And the truth is you got on really well, but not in a life time relationship kinda way? The super-hot-cool-girlfriend is an awesome person, but not your be all soul mate. So you and the super-hot-cool girlfriend broke up, but still remain friends.  And while you still admire the super-hot-cool girl friend you know you need a little time and space away.

While I expect in the future that the super-hot-cool girl friend and I will be friends, we'll always just be good friends.  In a nut shell, that's how I feel about cross right now. The upside is that my super-hot-cool girlfriend has lots of new suitors. Some who I think will look out for her and help her grow as a person, some who I think will get her hooked on meth and end up in porn. She's also got lots of big brothers with more energy, and patience and love for her to help her stay on track. I'm waiting for those brothers to put some boots to asses of the less caring suitors...


So what's the season look like? I expect that I'll do a few cross races this year (I have 5 in mind...) but I am also really enjoying racing my mountainbike, and frankly focusing on cross country. For the first time since maybe 2007, I haven't planned my year around cyclocross in the fall.  I know that I got a late start on the season this year, but I also just feel like I'm just getting into the heart of my mountainbike season, I'm just feeling like I'm starting to find my legs. So I'll admit when I turn on the social medias and I hear everyone clamoring about my super-hot-cool ex girlfriend--- I mean cyclocross, I'm kinda like- damn can we just enjoy the spring and summer a bit?  Yeah she's cool, but really....Cross will be here soon enough...

Hope that analogy makes some sense...

Either that or my mtb season is totally my rebound girl... which would change the analogy maybe... am I over thinking? Too much? hmmm...

Anyway, thanks for reading and happy cyclocrossing!

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vanderbacon

Oxygen Debted Interactions

Dear Readers,

I am proud to have volunteered to help out with the Second Annual Rare Disease/CF Henry's Bike Shop Spin-a-thon. Essentially this is a fundraiser to benefit CF research done while riders spin on trainers/rollers in the parking lot of Henry's Bike Shop for 24 hours on Black Friday. I rode a couple of hours last year, and was excited to help out with the effort for 2014.  Tuesday Night was the first meeting, and I sent a note to the Leader of the committee, Katrina, that I couldn't make it.

Tuesday didn't get off the start that I wanted it to, and as a result I didn't get my ride in before work. I raced out of the office after work and got my efforts in... As I was wrapping up and heading back to the car, I saw a guy in a Blackwater Bikes jersey. Black Water bikes as in West Virginia. The rider was stopped, and while I was still clearly in oxygen debt, I asked him if he was lost. "no, I'm good thanks for asking," he continued,"so you can't make the meeting tonight but you're out on a ride?" I was totally confused, and still in oxygen debt as Todd, who is also volunteering for the event  and was going to the Tuesday's meeting smiled at me.

In oxygen debt, I muttered, "7:00 is kinda late for me, close to my bed time, I told my wife I'd help her with something tonight, I have an early day at the office tomorrow...:

Todd smiled and said, "I'm just busting you..I'm going to the meeting and will send you the notes for sure..."

I apologized and explained, "I'm sorry for being incoherent right now, I just finished some efforts, and I'm in oxygen debt... "

Todd smiled again and we talked about Black Water Bikes and West Virginia.

"I'm running late I gotta jet. I'll see you at the next meeting!" I said as I took off...

Truth be told, I promised Diane I'd go grocery shopping with her tonight. We ran out of pretty much everything last night, including TP, which had to be replenished today. I wish I could have put those thoughts together and that would have been much easier to explain than muttering out the oxygen debted spew that I did.

As I sped away, I came upon a woman who looked like she had fallen and hit her head. She had red- what I thought was blood streaming from the back of her ear, down her neck and then her chest. I locked up the brakes and asked her, "Ma'am are you okay!?" I startled the runner, as she was running with two ear buds and the cord was red. I quickly realized what I thought was blood was actually her ear phones running to her phone/MP3 player She gave me a funny look and continued running. I knew it was time to just get my tired butt home.

anyway, in hindsight both exchanges were pretty damn funny.I apologize to the runner with red head phones who I may have startled, and of course good on Todd for busting my chops.

thanks for reading.

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vanderbacon

The 120 of Shaffer's Farm...

Dear Readers,

Kit Grid for a 12 hour relay race

Saturday morning at 5:45am, I found myself in at the Germantown, Maryland IHOP with four good friends trying to get a third spoonful of the worst oatmeal I have ever eaten in my life into my gullet. I love to race my bike, but at this particular moment, as we prepared ourselves for the 12 hours of Shaffer's farm, I laughed to myself realizing how fucking silly bike racing is...

McGill gets the hole shot...

At 8:00am I led off our team C3: travelers of both time and space made up of Buddy, Travis and I. I was very happy to hear that the traditional Le Mans style start was being thrown out in favor of a non-running start. I got a good start, and found myself pretty quickly in a select group of five. One would go off, and one would drop off by the third mile. Three of us would push, pull and dice around the rest of the lap. When it sorted out, I was the third rider in over all and our team led the 40+ race... I was happy with my effort, and began to eat and refuel knowing there was a long day ahead of us... We were set for a full day battle with Haymarket and Bike Doctor.

Twenty minutes later as Travis was making final preparations to meet Buddy and launch, we heard the promoter announce,"would a representative from team 397 please report to the announcer." My stomach sank. I felt sick. Travis and I walked over and were told, "your teammate has crashed out and we suspect broken his collar bone. There was a crash with another broken collar bone before his, Your teammate is currently with the EMT and going to be transported to the ER... As soon as we know where he's going and have more info, we'll let you know..."

Not Buddy's Best Look...

It was surreal. We've been doing these relays for years. We've had some weird stuff happen, but never had someone really injured. It was crazy. Travis and I withdrew from the race, and began putting on clothes, packing up some of the stuff (Blake, Kita, Jen, Nick, Heather, Scott, Joe and Harnish were still racing) and waited to get more info on where we could meet Buddy. As our race was done at 9:30, I did refuel with a Natty Bo.

"Holy Crap this is the weirdest day ever..."

Shortly thereafter Travis and I met Buddy at the Hospital where the doctor and all the nurses were really helpful, and really kind. They were funny too. Buddy was hurting, but took pride in the fact that the doctor said his break was "extraordinary!" Buddy commented, "go big or go home!" We swung back to the venue to collect Buddy's bike and cheer on our camp-mates (Jen, Blake, Kita, Travis, Joe, Heather, Nick and Scotty) for a few minutes and then Buddy and I hit the road... Let me say that the promoters had a number of riders go down and a number of injuries in an unexpected area due to the weather... They were very helpful, patient, did their best to keep a ugly situation under control...

Team Photo!

Certainly not how any of us envisioned the day. Buddy is battered, and bruised and hurting a bit right now. I also know he'll be back, and breaking legs again soon...

Jen Sears and the rest of our little camp... Jen, Blake, and Kita took 3rd , 

Joe, Travis and Scotty took the win,

and Nick and Heather both took 3 hour wins... 

thanks for reading.

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Vanderbacon

So much hotness on my feet right now...

Just sayin'

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fm