Sun and Fun at the Cherry Pie

The Cherry Pie Road Race is my white whale.  This is my third time attending the race and let’s just says the previous two attempts resulted in less than stellar results. Mechanicals or lack of fitness have contributed to me being dropped by the peloton. Suddenly I go from racing to being on a solo training ride.  This year was going to be different.  The bike was prepped and the fitness was good.

We are racing!

The neutral start was jovial.  As the peloton rolled along we discussed post race plans and lack of early season fitness.  The sun was shining and everyone felt like they had a chance to win.

As the group rolled through the first few miles, the pace lifted and all the jitters of the first race of the year become apparent.  Uneasy bike handling, uneven pace, and jockeying for position was the norm.  I sat in the middle of the pack and relaxed, feeling good.  I was focused on staying out of the wind and on the wheel in front of me.

I am very aware of where the first set of rollers are on the course because this is the place I have been dropped in the past.  Looking around I find myself at the back of the pack.  We hit the first roller and I bury myself to stay on the wheel in front of me, however, when I look up from my effort, I realize the person in front of me is getting dropped.  I swing out and really start driving up the hill, but the front of the race had pulled away as I rolled past those who were spit out the back.

I pass an unfortunate racer who dropped his chain on the second roller.  He is OK and I drive on.  As I clear the first set of rollers I see the front of the race and they are a ways away.  At this point I have two choices, stop racing and enjoy the day on the bike, or keep fighting in the hopes the peloton slows and I can get back into the group.  I choose the latter and keep pushing.

Then something unexpected happens.  The guy who dropped his chain in the first set of rollers passes me.  I get on his wheel.  He is definitely motoring, but I am able to stay in his draft and somewhat recover.  I continued to sit on his wheel and we rolled into the second half of the race.

Eventually, a small group forms and one strong rider is pulling six of us along.  However, we are slowing as the “engine” of our small group is getting tired.  He needs a rest.  I pull out of the pace line and move to the front of the group.  The pace lifts and we continue along.

I figure, if our group works together we can get back into the race.  I begin to tire and swing out to let the next racer pull through.  As the next racer does a pull he stays on the front to long, the group slows and results in the main “engine” of our group to pull out of the line and push to the front.  This is not efficient, but it is all we have.

Our group pulls it together

We continue to motor along and eventually pass the juniors who started five minutes before our race.  With two miles left in the race I spot the peloton.  They are within reach.  With one last effort we reach the back of the main group.  The racer who did most of the work rolls past me and tells me to follow him.  Unfortunately I do not have anything left.  I sit on the back of the peloton as we enter the final climb. 

In the end, I finished at the back of the main group.  Although it is not the best outcome, I was happy the effort got me back to the main group. Road racing targets my greatest weakness on the bike, which is a lack of sustained power.  One race into the season I feel like I have a good base from which to build.