Not really but it sounds cool. Every Tuesday a small band of local racers gather at the west side of Mercer and blast the horshoe on Mercer Island. Basically a race to the Tennis Courts on the east side where you then regroup, high five like a bunch of white guys, talk shit and refuel before racing back to the bridge.
I haven’t had the chance to join in this season at all yet but I jumped into a bunch last year. It’s a no joke ride… No teams just you against everyone else. Attack-chase-counter, attack-chase-counter and on and on and SPRINT.
I was completely out classed (and still hurting from Sunday). Right from the start Alex R from Garage jumped off the front and stupid me decides to lead the chase. When I caught him I checked the back and noticed we had a decent gap. Alex waved me through and I just couldn’t do it. I was still trying un cross my eyes from the catch. Second Ascent blew past us on the left and then the rest of the pack followed. It was like that for the next few miles and I was struggling to hang on. The body just didn’t want to go. So before we got to the down hill I turned around hoping they would catch me on the way back.
Lesson? when you KNOW you are tired and the pack is head and shoulders above you in fitness level – grab a wheel. No need to get up there at the beginning and throw down with folks who will look at you, smile, tear your legs off and then spank the hell out of you.
Easy buddy… easy.
Ride – 42 miles
Bike – BMC SL01 51-35 x 11-21 Q rings Neuvation Wheels
Food – shot blocks and water
Side note – I think I’m going back to round rings. I hade to ride a different crankset the last couple of days and after riding the Q’s yesterday, I either need to reposition them or just throw the round ones back on. Just feels different for some reason. I might have them positioned backwards.