Sunday, December 16, 2012

Shift 3: It's mostly downhill from here

This shift essentially marked the slow 600 mile very gradual decent from the Rockies at nearly 10,000ft down to the great plains for Kansas. It was a shift I was looking forward to quite a bit, since the terrain including climbing the beautiful Cuchara pass, and heading into the flatlands of eastern Colorado. It was a shift that tested not just our climbing and time trial prowess, but also our bodies ability to deal with quite a bit less oxygen.

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After trucking through the night, we arrived at our hotel early Monday morning. It wasn't really a hotel, it was the La Veta Inn. It deserves it's own paragraph.

One of the challenges of RAAM is simply finding a decent place to stay in. The country is littered with quite a few Motels - some questionable- and occasionally I've stayed at some during the race. It's not ideal, but since you're so beat, you just deal with it. The La Veta Inn was not one of those places. We got in the room, and it basically was an apartment - full kitchen, nice beds, couch - but it had a touch of "mountain getaway" to it. Waking up the next morning, the courtyard was basically a cafe, and they served, good, free coffee. Now, I am a snob of very few things, and coffee is one of them. Free coffee 15ft from my bed - saaaaaaaweeeeeet! We all got a bit comfy hanging out in the courtyard, ordering breakfast, and sharing a few laughs. The service there were awesome too. Completely acknowledging that you will likely never be in La Veta, CO (pop. 777), but if you ever are in the area and need a place to stay, definitely check this place out!

After we cleared the cobwebs in the morning, John did his mandatory, thankless duties of grabbing water and any other random supplies we would need for the shift, and for the inevitable "drive through the middle of po-dunk eastern colorado before we hit civilization in Kansas". This cued the Hammer and I to do mandatory bike maintenance.

I was stoked for the day. Of the second section of RAAM I wanted to ride, this area - with Cuchara Pass (9,989ft, which were staying at the bottom of) - and the road leading to the top - locally known as the Highway of Legends (ahem) was next on my list after Monument Valley. When I rode it in 2010, I really loved the area, and felt like Colorado left a (good!) mark on me and I was excited to return to what I think is the most beautiful area in RAAM.

1,000 words of METAL
Shortly after starting on the bikes, The Hammer was making claims of not feeling too well. The frequency of such statements was increasing, and I started having an "oh shit" moment, having flashbacks of my riding partner getting sick in 2010. I quietly was dropping f-bombs in my head, but also recognized that it wouldn't do me any good to get all worked up about it and expend energy. He did the best he could to get rid of the nausea, but elevation sickness was already settling in a little bit. It threw a small wrench into our morning mix, but fortunately, having been in the situation before, I knew I had to step up my game a bit for climbing the pass. I also know that if I was ever in a bad spot, he'd back me up, and that eventually became the case east of the Mississippi.

We arrived at our exchange spot on time (again!), and METAL, in usual fashion, approached with maximum ferocity. In his approach, he screamed the expected "GO GO GO!!!", and I put so much torque on my first pedal stroke that I actually popped a wheelie!

The climb was as tough and beautiful as I remember, but fortunately, I was firing on all cylinders. The Hammer, not so much, but even when he is at 60% capacity, the man can still rip! I was taking longer pulls than he, and was going to take over from him at the summit. Naturally, I had to do a photo op:


Not 2 seconds after this photo was taken, The Hammer comes barreling up the road, catching me off guard (again), and I ran to get on my bike.

Now, here's where the FUN was - the descent off of this peak! YEEHAW!

Open Road Descent from nearly 10,000ft. Winning, literally and figuratively.
I was descending for a quite a while, and eventually came around a corner to find Hammer and John waiting for me. I was coming in pretty hot, but was telling them both that I was good, and that they needed to focus on getting the Hammer down the mountain to a lower elevation so he could get back on 8 cylinders. That, and of course, I selfishly didn't want to stop descending :)

Living
Eventually we got to the bottom of the descent, banked left towards Trinidad, and swapped out the roadies for the TT bikes. I was also looking forward to this section, since its flat/rolling, typically with a ripping tail wind.

Hammer doing what he does best - making John and I  look slow. Me saying "sorry dude, but you'll have to keep going"
 Ripping it was, but the ultimate buzz kill came about halfway to Trinidad:
Impatience
I was stuck at this light for what seemed like an eternity due to road construction closing an entire line. Rest assured that when that light turned green, I basically dropped all the traffic behind me.

After passing through Trinidad with our Media Crew chowing down on steaks and cheering us on, we headed out to the eastern plains of Colorado.
Lunch for me. Hard to say if a steak would have been better.
Temperatures quickly raised from the 80's on the mountain, to over a 100 out here. The road was generally straight, and false flat downhill. In other words, time to RIP! The Hammer was back firing on all cylinders, there was no traffic, and we basically had the road to ourselves. Well, and the wind.

What was a tailwind west of Trinidad, somehow turned into a crosswind east of it. It was a consistent 15-20mph right at our right side, with the occasional gust of about 25. It was difficult, but we were both running our disks and deep front wheels. At times, it made handling the bike a tad difficult, but with such little traffic on the road, it really wasn't an issue if we were getting blown around a bit. The objective was speed, and we used all of our resources to maximize it.

We also started really fine tuning and honing our exchange strategy. The greatest part is that it took just about zero effort for our 3 man truck to be in sync with one another. While our basic team strategy is '15 minutes on / 15 minutes off', we had migrated to a '8 Minute on / 8 minute off' Strategy that was working really, really well. Not only that, we were orchestrating our exchanges with minimal speed loss. John was in tune with how we were feeling, and he was on top of things, as usual. BOOM. Things were clicking in our truck, and I couldn't be happier.

Check out a video our media team did of us through this section:

This section of the country also marked the first time our team was going to be passing some solo's. I think I saw 2 or 3 out there, and fortunately when I saw them, they and their crew seemed to be in good spirits.

The shift ended just east of Kim, CO, quite possibly one of the smallet towns in existence. Population: 72. Damn. Eric and Rich showed up on time as usual, and we handed off the reigns to them to make it to the Kansas border. It was time to rest up, because the winds weren't done with us yet.

While the shift was over at this point, I was beginning to feel really good about the race and its potential outcome. We were about an hour up on 4Mil at this point, and a bit more on Strategic Lions. Ryon, resident number cruncher on the team, chimed in with an email to the team saying that the competition was going to have to increase their power by about 10% over the next day and a half just to catch up to us. Having used a power meter in training, I can appreciate this. 10% more power when you are already racing doesn't just come out of nowhere. In fact, it may not even come out at all. It is a HUGE thing to ask of yourself and your teammates to go from, say, 300W to 330W . Even then, at the speeds the top teams are racing at, so much energy is going into overcoming air resistance, that it's almost sad how much little speed you can get from 10% more power, whereas the energy expenditure would go way up.

Out of the aerobars only for turns
It was at about this point where I started thinking that this was our race to lose. It was a bold thought, and admittedly, one that I was a little bit uncomfortable with, seeing as though we were only about a third of the way into this race, and that real racing starts east of the MississippI river. I was slightly excited with the idea, but really, it was totally back burnered, and it changed my perspective a little bit. I didn't downshift into risk mitigation mode (yet), but it did make me focus on the race a little differently. Kansas isn't really a logistical challenge, but if we weren't careful, we could screw something up, and lose precious time. I refused to do anything of the like. Because everything west of Kansas is wide open roads where you can really rip it and focus on just about nothing except for pedaling, Kansas starts the trend of increased congestion as we continue east, and the need to not miss any turns.

I kind of kept these thoughts to myself, and nonchalantly mentioned to The Hammer "Hey, did you see Ryon's email?" but it didn't go much further than that. It was time to relax, reflect, and share some war stories and laughs amongst the truck, and with our newest crew member. The post shift adrenaline rush/crash and bullshitting with everyone else is always one of my most favorite parts of the race. It was time to kick back and plan for a very hard, windy next shift.

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