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Race Report: Uncle Sam GP, Troy NY

Returned to racing from my brief hiatus after Gloucester with the Cat 4/Citizen races at the Uncle Sam GP in Troy, New York.  Initially I had planned to do both the Cat 4 and the Cat3/4 races on both Saturday and Sunday, but I didn’t sleep much this last week, so I toned down my aspirations.

Saturday morning was absolutely freezing cold, with temperatures in the mid-30’s when I arrived at Prospect Park in Troy.  The course was not my favorite: lots of grass, lots of tree roots, some off-camber, a killer run-up.  As it started to warm up and the ground started to thaw, things got slick.  Not muddy–I like muddy–but slick and unpredictable.  Starting near the back, I maneuvered my way through traffic, and rode as hard as I could to a solid mid-pack finish.

Sunday was a bit more interesting: it had rained all night, and was still raining when I arrived.  The course had been torn up from the previous day’s racing, and combined with the precipitation things looked to be slippy, sloppy, and a barrel of laughs.  And they were, at least through the first lap, during which some smartass appropriately blasted “Yakety-Sax” over the PA.  I once again was staged near the rear, but was riding very well, making my way from group to group, picking off riders on the power sections and paved road.  Everything was going well until I made my to the off camber traverses for the second time.  Guessing that it would be faster to run, I dismounted and threw my bike up over my shoulder.  I was making my way around a dude struggling to stay on his mountain bike when my feet slid out from underneath me, and my handlebars connected squarely with my right eye socket.

I’ve never had the misfortune of being full on decked in a bar fight, but I imagine it must be similar to smashing your face onto your handlebars.  I pulled myself from the race and went to make sure I hadn’t done anything permanent.  The damage: a cut on my nose which didn’t want to stop bleeding, a scrape above my eye, and some serious bruising on my eyelid.  Baby’s first black eye.

Not my best weekend.  But I’ll be back next week for the Saratoga Spa CX.

Race Report: Great Brewers Gran Prix of Gloucester

Last Friday, at 7:30pm, I hopped in my van and drove three and a half hours in the rain on the Mass Pike to Cambridge, where I spent five or so fitful hours asleep, before waking up at the ungodly hour of 5:45am to drive the final hour to Gloucester, excuse me, Glaaahstah, Mass, for the first day of the Great Brewers Gran Prix of Gloucester, one of the biggest cyclocross races in North America.

When I arrived at Stage Fort Park, a very pretty municipal park right on the Atlantic coast, the temperature was maybe 50 degrees, and it was misting enthusiastically.  I picked up my number, got it pinned, and headed out on my pre-ride.  After my tire pressure fiasco at the BCA cyclocross, I wanted to make sure I was smart about how much air I put in my tires.  Traction was scarce on the grassy, off-camber turns that made up much of the course, so I went as low as I could without worrying about pinch flats.

The Cat 4 men’s field was huge: 125 were registered, and all told, I think 99 raced on Saturday morning.  Due to some last minute points calculations at crossresults.com, I was staged on the 8th row instead of the 15th.  Not that it made much of a difference; with a field that large the start was bound to be messy, and I quickly found myself trapped behind a massive wall of riders as we sprinted our way up the finishing straight, turned onto the dirt, made our way up the stairs through the beer garden, and then transitioned into the off-camber spirals.  Yep, off-camber spirals.  All hope of staying on the bike was abandoned, everyone hopped off and tromped up, down, and around the turns before hopping back on for the straight shot to the barriers.  After the barriers, it was back around towards the north side of the course, which brought more technical turns, a short descent, then a straight shot on dirt to the bottom of the famed run-up (from hell).  See below:

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I’m the speck at the bottom of the hill (far left).  Thankfully, I had put my toe spikes on my shoes, which helped me claw my way up the run-up a bit faster than most.  The top of the hill brought a few more turns before a very difficult chute which quickly became very muddy, and then a long, fairly open section past the pits which led to still more turns before a quick jaunt through the sand pits (aka beach volleyball courts).  Then it was back onto the finishing straight (which was really an uphill curve), which was almost short enough to sprint but not quite, and really put the burn in the legs.  Overall, it was a difficult but still relatively fast course.

I rode a fairly mediocre race.  As I said, I got held up in race traffic in the first lap, and then spent the rest of the race trying to pick people off.  I had some great technical moments, and I was able to make up time in the off the bike sections, but I also royally messed up a few sections.  I never quite got the hang of riding the off-camber spirals, and towards the end of the race I took a turn too tightly and end up tangled in course tape, destroying my chances for finishing in the top 40.  I ended the day 43rd, which was higher than my predicted finish, so I count that as a win.  Below is another photo from Saturday, showcasing my inability to ride the off-camber spirals (also I think I might be wining the unofficial team quad-off).

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I stuck around to enjoy the beer garden and watch the pro races, which were spectacular.  The mist stopped and the course drained a bit before the pros went at it, so they were super super fast.  It was fun to see current National Champ Jeremy Powers take the win, though I was cheering mostly for his rivals Ryan Trebon and Tim Johnson on the Cannondale p/b Cyclocrossworld.com team.

Sunday began similarly to Saturday: up at 5:45am, out of Cambridge by 6.  There was more substantial rain coming down as I got my new number, and got in one pre-ride lap.  The course was changed for Sunday’s race: the beach volleyball court was gone, replaced by a jaunt through the sand on the beach which ended with a set of stairs.  The dreaded off-camber spirals remained, as did the run-up from hell.  The previous day’s racing, combined with the precipitation, had turned the course into a muddy, rutty mess.  I was staged in about the same location, in a field of 97.  I tried for a good start, but once again got stuck in traffic.

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My race is slightly less memorable: I didn’t make as many technical mistakes, but suffered from my lack of sleep and from the previous day’s efforts.  The beach run was tough, and none of the 4’s could ride it, as far as I could see.  The stair run-up was fun, and I always gained time as I pushed up it.  I got a lot dirtier than I had been on Saturday.  By the end of the day everything I had brought with me was either wet, dirty, or both.  I ended up 48th.

Overall, I got two finishes in the top 50% of my category, and I got to enjoy the atmosphere and course of one of the best professional cross races in North America.  It was a totally great weekend.  I take a “mid-season break” this weekend, before returning to racing in Troy, NY on the weekend of the 13th-14th at the Uncle Sam GP.

Race Report: Blandford Beer Cross

Bright and early, on a Saturday morning when most of their peers were sleeping off the after-effects of the previous night (spent studying, of course), myself and two other dedicated, enthusiastic, and slightly masochistic Ephs met at the Ark to load bikes and wheels into my van for the drive to Blandford, MA, where we planned to kick off the cyclocross season by taking in (and taking part in) the Blandford Beer Cross.

The crew: me (John Hawthorne ’13), Adie Mitchell ’15, and friend of the cycling team and all-around good guy Zane Martin ’13, who used to race triathlons but is okay now, I swear.  Adie and I were registered for the Cat 4 race, and I also planned on racing the later Cat 3/4 race for extra punishment.  Zane, the smartest of the three of us, was not interested in racing, but was kind enough to act as soigneur, heckler, and distributor of chocolate milk.

After a beautiful 90-minute drive on the back roads of western Mass, we arrived at the Blandford Ski Area.  The place was already buzzing with activity, racers pinning on numbers and pre-riding the course.  And speaking of the course: it was killer.  Racers were staged at the bottom of a short hill, which led up to the first of many 180 degree turns, eventually dumping the field out onto the only extended straight on the course, which was uneven grass hiding some rocks.  Then the course went uphill with a short but steep ramp covered in loose dirt, before looping straight back down with a Euro-style chute which led into more tight corners.  This section ended with a run-up which only the strongest elites were able to ride.  At the top, an immediate left turn which required a dicey off-camber remount.  Then, more tight corners leading back down the hill past the pits before looping back up, then down again, then up again into the first set of barriers.  After remounting, riders were faced with the spiral of death, which required them to maneuver an extremely tight progression of corners in its center, before spiraling back out into the second set of barriers.  A few more tight corners, and then a hop over a log onto loose gravel by the ski chalet, and a turn back through the finish line.

Adie and I lined up at the back of the Cat 4 field, which was sizable (65 or more).  It was Adie’s first cross race, and I was feeling timid; we didn’t feel the need to mix it up with the big kids at the beginning.  The race started fast, and I found myself directly in front of, then behind Adie as we made our way through the first turns.  We finished the first lap in pretty much the same positions, then started picking our way up through the field.  I gunned it on the straight through the finish line, passing three or four guys, then continued to slowly pick off more folks on the run-up and in the barrier sections.  The rest of the race is a pain-induced blur (I was already deep in the suffer-bunker halfway through the first lap), but a few things stick out, mostly mishaps and crashes on my part.  The middle turn of the spiral of death was so tight that I lost too much momentum braking and simply tipped over when I first tried to get through it.  I also completely flubbed the off-camber remount at the top of the run-up, flying over my handlebars and toppling head-over-heels down the hill, to great applause from the group of folks who has planted themselves at the top of the run-up with the hope of witnessing exactly that kind of hilarious failure.  Luckily, I was fine and so was my bike, though my chain came off and I lost seven or eight places trying to get it back on.  The rest of the race was comparatively uneventful, though equally as painful.  The official results haven’t found their way online yet, but both Adie and I finished solidly mid-pack, a lap down from the winner, but, most importantly, ahead of the 12-year old who started with us.

After recovering with the all-important chocolate milk and some PB&Js, we watched a few of the other fields and marveled at how strong most of the masters and elites were.  We hung out and heckled at the top of the run-up with the rest of the peanut gallery, encouraging racers to try riding the hill.  Few were able to.

I lined up for the Cat 3/4 race, once again at the back, with the goal of beating the guy next to me, who was riding a road bike he had somehow managed to fit cross tires on, had a GoPro, a HR monitor, a Garmin and a normal bike computer, and wouldn’t stop talking about the triathlon he was training for.  The 3/4 race played out similarly to the earlier race, though, having more thoroughly ridden the course and knowing what to expect, I didn’t crash, and was able to better negotiate the various obstacles.  Adie and Zane camped out near the barriers, providing encouragement every time I came through, yelling things like “You got this guy, pick him off!” and “Do it for the beard!”  I was pulled right before starting my final lap, as the winner was coming through just a few seconds behind me.  I didn’t mind, I was totally wrecked.  We didn’t stick around to check the results, but I imagine I did about as well as I did in the 4 race, mid-pack with quite a few riders ahead of me.  One rider who did not beat me, though, was my rival Mr. See-how-many-tech-toys-I-can-fit-on-my-handlebars, so that was satisfying.

All in all, it was a great day, beautiful weather, awesome company, and sick nasty bike racing.  Many thanks to Adie and Zane for coming along, and mad props to Adie for tearing it up in his first cross race.

You, sitting there at your computer: You should be racing cyclocross!

It is almost September, which means several things:

  1. It’s school time for all y’all heading back to Billsville.  Which feels totally weird for me, because I still have around a month until I fly over to the old country for my year of school.
  2. It’s almost fall, which means…cyclocross (and pretty leaves and pumpkin flavored beer, which I recommend you try once and then avoid).

Now, I know that in the last few years the team has basically only existed in the spring, but, seeing as we just bought a team cyclocross bike, I want to see evidence of at least one of you subjecting yourself to the exquisite agony that is cross.  I write this after having just completed my very first CX race.  It was awesome.  And it was painful.  Considering that my summer riding has steered far, far, away from anything remotely resembling organized training, and that I’ve mainly been doing long, easy rides, and that I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve ridden a bike off road, I shouldn’t have expected anything else.  Anyway, I ended up 20th out of 37 in the Cat  4’s, so I’ve definitely got some work to do.  A picture or two might find its way onto the Facebook page (mostly because I want to show off my new bike).

-John

P.S. Considering that I’m going to be abroad this year, I removed myself as admin from the Facebook page.  Hopefully this was make it slightly clearer who is posting things on that page.

Summer Cycling Update

The title of this article is somewhat of a misnomer, as I haven’t been on a bike in about a week and a half, and I probably won’t be on one for another three weeks or so.  I just started the second week of a month long theater training program at Skidmore College with the SITI Company, a truly incredible group of artists who produce consistently beautiful and intelligent work.  I’m living a somewhat monastic existence; all I do is eat, sleep, and do crazy Japanese acting training.  Hopefully by the end of the month I will be a samurai.

I’m making up for my lack of access to a bike by watching a truly immense amount of cycling videos of YouTube.  You may have noticed a couple videos I posted to the Facebook page—this is just the beginning of a continuous stream of YouTube spam I plan on sharing with y’all in the next month.  Thus far in my research I have come to two conclusions: 1) cyclocross looks like a stupid amount of fun, and 2) Jens Voigt is awesome.

I’m also deep in the throes of bike GAS (gear acquisition syndrome).  I plan on bringing a bike with me to Oxford next year, and I’ve been thinking for a while about perhaps doing some light touring in the UK/Europe.  I love my LeMond, but I want something a bit more versatile and comfortable for off the beaten path (or more accurately, off the nicely paved road) adventures.  Also, I kind of just want a cross bike.  Thus, I’ve been building up a new bike in my head, and checking prices and whatnot on the internet.  While I have gone back and forth on some things, right now I’m pretty much set on a Surly Crosscheck with a full SRAM Apex group, Paul Comp brakes, and a set of (relatively inexpensive) hand built wheels (probably Velocity rims on Ultegra hubs or something similar).  All I need now is a job to finance this endeavor.

Speaking of endeavors, the team’s Ragmaster General a.k.a. JJ and his compadres are now two weeks or so into their cross-country trek.  Everyone is still alive, and they still seem to be on track, which is amazing given the navigation skills JJ displayed this spring while driving (or at least attempting to drive) to New Jersey.  In addition to the incredible scenery, it seems that they (and by they I mean the esteemed Mr. Fox) have discovered the joys of the false flat (http://ephdetour.com/?p=615).  In all seriousness, I wish them the best of luck and hope that they have a wonderful experience.  It sounds like an amazing way to spend a summer and I am supremely jealous.

In other team news it sounds like people are keeping busy, doing outdoorsy things, and generally summering it up.  Amy and Todd got older recently, and I think I saw that Henry rode a crit or something.  Remember, whatever you do, to follow Rule 5 a.k.a. THE V, and everything will work out for the best

In other other news I will be on campus in Billsville the weekend of 16th-17th, hit me up if you’ll be around and we will chill.

That’s it for now.

2011 Road Season Recap, or “Yes, I’m really doing it!”

I’ve been meaning to write this post for more than a month, and I would be lying if I said this was the first free moment I’ve had since our last race.  But, as you all know, the end of the school year is inevitably a crazy time, and the beginning of summer a sleepy time, and as such this is the first time that I have sat down and really put forward the effort necessary to collect my thoughts and put them all down in one place.  So here it is: the (un)Official Williams Cycling Club Road (pronounced ‘Row-add’) Season Recap.

First, the numbers:

  • ECCC Races attended: 3 (up from 2 last year)
  • Ephs racing: 8 (10 if we include non-ECCC races and former Ephs, which allows us to count Morgan and Cruz, and they certainly should count).
  • Ephs racing for the first time…ever: 4
  • 1st Place Finishes: 7
  • Top 10’s: More than 25 Top 10 finishes (my best count was around 28)
  • Crashes/mechanicals: a lot

Rankings (nobody cares about these):

  • ECCC Overall Ranking: 3oth out of 53 schools (16th in Div II)
  • Women’s C: Amy was 4th overall and 1st in Div II
  • Men’s C: Erik tied for 3rd overall and tied for 1st in Div II
  • Men’s D: I (John) was 9th overall and 4th in Div II

The above rankings are the offical ECCC rankings for the entire season.  If you look at the rankings after the Dartmouth/UNH weekend, effectively the end of our season, we’re 26th overall (15th in Div II), and both Amy and I are ranked higher in our respective categories.

Now that I’m done tooting my own horn, let me highlight some important things about these results.  Everyone who attended more than one race (that’s Amy, Erik, Henry, Ian, Todd, and me for those of you keeping score at home) contributed points to our overall ranking.  And we only attended three race weekends.  Even though we weren’t at every race, we consistently performed well across the board at the races we attended.  We ranked higher than schools like NYU, Boston College (the alma mater of the aero-potato if I’m not mistaken), and Rutgers, all schools with more people on their teams in all categories.  Not half bad for a school of 2000 nerds with only 8 people on its cycling team.

But all those numbers and rankings, that’s all boring stuff.  What we really should care about is all the other stuff, the stuff that can’t be quantified or ranked, the stuff that makes cycling a club sport, not some lame, overly serious varsity “athletic program”, right?

Superlatives:

  • Most likely to wear ridiculous glasses: Henry
  • Most likely to sport an epic ‘Race Face’ (also known as ‘Thug Mug’): Ian, at Yale (evidence)
  • Most likely to wave at onlookers during a race whilst dominating the competition: Amy
  • Most likely to sport unfortunate facial hair and pant heavily (that sounds worse than I meant it to): Erik
  • Most likely to take sweet photos and/or vomit during a race (but not at the same time): Todd
  • Most likely to not find “Men’s D, why not Men’s A++?” funny: John
  • Most likely to win a midnight crit after a raucous cookout and party (purely hypothetically, of course): Morgan
  • Most likely to fight the law, and have the law win: JJ

I would say, given the above outlined information, that we had a successful season.  Thanks to all y’all for super fun races, all the fun times in the ark, and everything else that made this spring awesome.

None of that weak-ass shit.

p.s. if any of my numbers are wrong, or you disagree with my superlative assignments, or you can come up with even better ones, let me know.

John’s (un)Official Race Report: Dartmouth’s L’Enfer du Nord and UNH’s Live Free or Ride Harder

Before anything is said about this past weekend, apologies are owed to Mr. Todd Brenner for grievous oversight in last week’s post.  Todd, having received battle wounds (including a concussion) in the fight for the glorious cause (read: while racing over spring break), was unable to join the team on the road at Yale, but nevertheless played the role of the soigneur to perfection, providing transportation, moral support, and evidence that the Ephs did indeed tear up the road in New Haven.


Proof that Todd was indeed at Yale: he took this awesome artsy fartsy photo of Ian and Erik at the line.

Todd was back in the saddle this weekend, ready to join the rest of the hardcore crew as they traveled to the (rather bizarre) state of New Hampshire (Live Free or Die, state operated drive-in liquor stores, etc.) to finish off their ECCC season.

First up was the ironically (or perhaps aptly) titled L’Enfer du Nord at Dartmouth.  With temperatures dropping decisively below ‘brisk’, the Ephs had to work hard to just stay warm, let alone go fast.  Saturday’s highlights:

-Erik and Amy reprise their amazing performances from the Yale crit.

-John snaps his rear derailleur cable with 4.5 laps left in the crit, leaving him with two speeds (hard, and VERY VERY HARD), and manages to finish 8th to snag the last available point

-Ice baths for all!

-Henry’s newfound way of expressing emotion: “THE F***ING LAARB!” (Alternatively, “F*** THE LAARB!”)

-Todd plays digestive system roulette (“How spicy, 1-5?”)

-“Men’s D?  Why not Men’s A++?”

On Sunday, the team awoke bright and early to a frigid, rainy morning.  Undaunted by the decidedly miserable conditions, Todd, John, and Henry set out to ride their first ever Team Time Trial without any practice.  Erik rode his with two riders from Lehigh.  Thoroughly soaked, the team retreated to warm themselves at the hearth (Coach Cruz’s Honda Element) before once again venturing out for the road race.  The important facts:

-Todd proves once again that he has mastered the art of vomiting during a bike race and continuing unfazed.  Erik, in awe of Todd’s skill, decides to try too.

-Henry has perhaps the most fun of anyone in the road race.  After sliding out twice and beating up his already battered loaner bike, he rides the rest of the race in the UVM van, eating donuts and heckling Women’s C riders.

-Amy arrives at the finish line a full 8 minutes before the rest of the Women’s C field, having reached a level of Erik-like mental…calm.

All in all, it was an excellent weekend to finish out the team’s season.  Expect a full season recap in the next few days.

Results (no one cares about these)

Dartmouth ITT
Women’s C
2nd – Amy Levine

Men’s C
1st – Erik Levinsohn

Men’s D
3rd – John Hawthorne
7th – Henry Schmidt
11th – Todd Brenner

Dartmouth Crit
Women’s C
27th – Amy Levine

Men’s C
32nd – Erik Levinsohn

Men’s D2
8th – John Hawthorne
17th – Henry Schmidt

UNH TTT
Men’s D
4th – Team New York Driving Lesson (Todd, John, Henry)

UNH Road Race (40 Miles of slick, back road New Hampshire goodness)
Women’s C
1st – Amy Levine

Men’s C
8th – Erik Levinsohn

Men’s D
5th – John Hawthorne
29th – Todd Brenner

John’s (un)Official Race Report: Yale Lux et Velocitas, or: MOVE B****, GET OUT THE WAY

There was no way that the weekend of April 9-10th was not going to be epic.

Jen is a boss

The Ephs had been eagerly awaiting a return to New Haven ever since team captain Erik “Division III majors are faster” Levinsohn absolutely wrecked the Men’s D2 field last year in both the ITT and the Circuit, while the rest of last year’s squad delivered performances which made the ECCC sit up and wonder who the heck these purple-splotched speed demons were.  Last year the Ephs walked away with one blue and white polka dot King of the Mountains jersey.  This year, they planned to walk away with several.

Combine this determination with a healthy dose of team spirit and absurdity cultivated by Erik, Ian, and John over spring break, and introduced to the rest of the team by frequent references to “MAN VS HILL” and “RAGS”, and the team was in for a hell of a weekend.

Friday’s highlights:

-Erik drinks degreaser from the bottle clearly labeled “DO NOT DRINK, DEGREASER”
-Much discussion at dinner of the general moral bankruptcy of certain members of the classes of 2013 and 2014
-Despite being equipped with EZPass, Team Lexus arrives at the Levinsohn residence after Team Ragwagon
-Much discussion of whether Erik’s proposed use of his father’s Zipp 404 during the ITT would qualify him for the title of “Tool” in addition to “Rag”.

Saturday:

-Two KoM’s.  NBD.  Erik proves he was right to use the 404.
-Ian loses some skin but gains badassery points.  His shorts are now on display in the ark.
-Heath learns first hand that the universe has a sick sense of humor when it comes to shifting cables.
-Procrastination as a team sport.

Sunday:

-THE AERO-PHISH
AEROPHISH
-Two UVM riders ride a ceremonial lap before the crit on a tandem, the stoker rabidly waving an American flag
-A Bowdoin rider who, despite having returned to his hotel room at 6:15AM after a night of partying with the Yale crew team, manages to win both primes in the Men’s D2 crit and come in 3rd in the final sprint.
-Team sing-a-long of Wagon Wheel.

Oh, and there were bike races too.  Because no one else has posted these yet:

-ITT (Hill Climb)

Women’s C
1st – Amy Levine
17th – Jen Rowe
29th – Heath Goldman

Men’s C
1st – Erik Levinsohn
14th – Ian Nesbitt

Men’s D2
5th – John Hawthorne
10th – Henry Schmidt

-Circuit Race

Women’s C
1st – Amy Levine
16th – Jen Rowe

Men’s C
3rd – Erik Levinsohn

Men’s D2
4th – John Hawthorne
36th – Henry Schmidt

-Criterium

Women’s C
14th – Jen Rowe
27th – Amy Levine

Men’s C2
20th – Erik Levinsohn

Men’s D2
7th – John Hawthorne
13th – Henry Schmidt

Photo credits: Chatura Attapatu

John’s (un)Official Race Report: SPRING BREAK (“We’re really doin’ it!”) Edition

This afternoon Ian, Erik, and I participated in a super fun practice crit with the patrons of Grand Strand Bicycles, on a fun short course with five or so forgiving corners. The group was about 22 strong, and consisted of a wide range of skill and fitness levels, ranging from the 60 year old weekend warrior to a Cat 2 guy who ten years ago finished 4th, immediately behind George Hincapie, in a fairly prominent southern road race.

Grand Strand Crit
The course, a loop in a yet-to-be-developed Tournament Players Course golf resort.

After doing two neutral laps at a brisk pace to allow everyone to get a feel for the course, the group took off, quickly splintering into several parts. Erik and I preferred a relaxed approach to the race; we sat on the back, and, after getting shelled, proceeded to put in what amounted to a good 35 minute workout as we pushed hard around the course, lapping the 40 year olds who were riding supremely expensive Madones and Tarmacs. Ian started off with the front group, and once again proved that he is an unqualified boss by sticking with the leaders, eventually earning 4th.

All in all, we repped Williams hardcore and had a great time doing it.  If you’re ever in the Myrtle Beach area, hit up Grand Strand Bicycles. They’re good people.

Spring Break ’11: “WE’RE REALLY DOIN’ IT!” – Part 2

Many bro-tastic things have occurred since Ian first reported our arrival in South Carolina at the beginning of the week.  The highlights include:

-Getting lost (multiple times) on back roads in rural South Carolina

-Copious amounts of Halo: Reach

-Hot tubbing

-BUFFALOOOOOOOOOOOO

-Gourmet cuisine

-Doing core workouts on the beach

-An epic struggle of historic proportions, against a metal-clad and carbonated-beverage-filled foe

Coming up in the next few days:

-A practice crit with some locals

-A century

-More beach time.  Ah yeah.

And now I’m off to shave my legs!