There¹s usually not much to report on for a TT. You warm up, get to the
start, put your head down and enter the cave hopefully with plenty of
extra batteries. At Dunlap I felt like I had the halogen headlight on
highbeam with a couple of car batteries in my back pocket (maybe that¹s why
my butt looked so big?). At Sattley I only had the 60W incandescent bulb and
a couple of ³D² batteries to power it no spares.
I hadn¹t felt recovered all week and Thursday¹s race ride didn¹t help the
ego when I got dropped by Mike Pugh, Fred ³I can¹t TT² Schnaars and
Triathalon Steve on the 3rd sprint. I still had a couple more days of
recovery so I hoped the legs would be back. Sunday morning I¹m up at 5:15AM
and on the road at 5:30AM. Coffee will have to wait. 120 miles and 1
Starbucks stop later I¹m at Sattley by 8:00 for my 9:24 start. Use the john,
pick up my number and note that their clock is 3 minutes faster than my
watch. Set up the trainer, glue/pin the number, change into the skinsuit
(more on this later) and start my warm up it¹ll have to be a quick one so
I have time to get to the start.
9:10 I¹m off the trainer, put on Jason¹s disc wheel (thanks, mon) and head
down to the start line about 1/4 mile down the road. I see their clock and
it reads 9:22! Crap, I¹ve gotta pee like a race horse. I run for the john
and as I close the door hear ³Last call for 131 (my number)². There¹s no way
I¹m going without my pee. Finish up, zip up and run to the bike. I get to
the line just as 130 is leaving.
³10 seconds........5..4..3..2..1².
think to reset my odometer and on this course with out markings it would be
nice to know where you are. Steady headwind on the way out with a few little
inclines. I¹m moving well catching a few guys but I know the big guns
Melcher, Metcalf and company are behind me and I¹m just hoping not to get
passed. At the turn around I can see that my gap on some of these guys is
getting closed.
A few miles into the return trip I get this feeling like a razor blade
cutting my perineum (you know, the undercarriage area). I¹m not sure
why..I¹ve ridden further with this set up without this problem. I try to
adjust my position but nothing seems to help. I¹ve gotta stand up...NO, stay
aero...I¹m gonna scream...²UUUUGGHHH²...I get up just for a second and
there¹s instant relief. I get back in the aero position and the pain is
gone! Later I find a couple of stick the size of large sewing needles in my
shorts that I must have picked up while getting into the skinsuit OUCH!
Not sure how much farther to go. There¹s a faint ³1m² painted on the
pavement. 1 mile? Already? That looks like the barn at the start.
GO..GO...GO!
8th place finish for 45-49 old dudes; 56:19 for 40km; 3 minutes behind 1st
place Melcher. Had hoped for better but I¹ll take it.
Bummed that there weren¹t any other DBC Masters to share a cold, frosty one
with I get in the car for the long ride home. TT¹ing is a lonely sport.
Chris
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