
today was the panoche road race, 2 hours south of san francisco. it was quite the contrast to yesterday’s 2 hour drive north, to rancho cordova, and the weather was looking a bit gloomy. the start of the race was actually in a town called paicines, which was a bit south of hollister, and roughly 31 miles away from panoche. the race would be an out and back type deal, 55 miles total for our group. the cat3′s and pro/1/2 categories would be riding a bit farther to their turn around point, making for a 67 mile race. finding information on this race definitely wasn’t the easiest thing, there wasn’t even a link to a race flyer off the ncnca calendar. they actually had a website with information on it, which I found last night from the registration webpage. either way, the course profile was mostly rolling with a decent climb in the middle for a total of ~2500ft of elevation gain.

the view from the first parking lot, blossom hill winery. I arrived pretty early, thinking the drive down might take longer, so I had tons of time to get ready. travis (metromint racing) and rainer (team mike’s bikes) would be racing in the pro/1/2 field – alex (taleo), dave (chica sexy), and kevin (rhythm racing) were getting prepped for the 3′s race. oh, and as a side note, congrats to kevin for getting his cat3 upgrade (and daniel from team mike’s bikes as well, but he wasn’t at this race). our field would be tiny, a peak at the registered riders last night showed 17. at the line, it was more like 15. familiar faces such as jake, reed (third pillar), jason (de la paz, in a freewheel kit), vitaly (colavita racing), will (chica sexy), and bobby (san jose bike club).
the whistle blew, and we were off. the course felt like the early bird road race, except more hilly – mostly countryside and small farmland, but nothing like the merco, snelling, or turlock roads. I was glad to be on a new course. vitaly attacked early on, and the pack just let him hang out in the open. I moved to the front to feel out my legs, and started reeling him in, slowly. another rider attacked to bridge, but by the time he made it, we had caught him. shortly thereafter, vitaly pulled over to the side of the road, I’m assuming he had a flat…so now we were all back together again, minus 1 rider. a rider in front of me, riding a cervelo, had dropped his water bottle on accident after hitting a small bump. the bottle slid on the ground in front of me, and my front tire ran it over. for a second, I didn’t even know what happened, my heart jumped at the sight of something red and cylindrical, heading right into my wheel. fortunately for him, there was neutral water at 20 miles. and luckily, no one went down.
we rolled on. the climb kicked, wrapping around a small hill. small attacks here and there, but after the windy, narrow descent, we were all back together. for a second, jake and I had lost contact with the back of the bunch, but jake managed to pull out some watts to haul us back in. the road was bumpy and technical in some places, gaining back a wheel would be hard if we had gotten dropped. and the crosswinds were fairly strong. the road straightened out, we were passed by several riders in a break, then their group. possibly a master’s category of sorts. there was a turn around barrier at the end of the feed, and the rider with the cervelo accidentally turned around. there really should be more prominent signs for turn around points…he caught back up after everyone yelled at him, “wrong turn around!”.
more rollers, small climbing sections, and flats. our turn around point was coming up. and as we came around, the wind just blasted our tiny group. will had made an attack, but was soon absorbed back into our group. we were going slow, to say the least, the wind was heavy. will and I switched off pulls, since it seemed like no one else wanted to. after putting in some decent time in the front, we moved towards the back of the pack to take a breather. now the climbs and rollers would be in reverse, but as they came up, the gain didn’t seem as drastic as the way we had ridden them out on. more small attacks, but nothing that stuck.
on one of the climbing sections, the pace ramped up as a rider up front dug deep. reed had snapped his chain (I think), and was out. jake was hanging tough, but as the descent came, he had no wheels to stick, and was dropped off the back. bobby and I were gaining speed towards the group, and we had made it back. I guess we had lost a couple more riders along the way, since we were only 9 deep. the final rollers came and went, with small attacks every so often. we were together as the 10k, 5k, and 1k markers ticked down at the side of the road. just before the final 90* left turn popped, the cervelo rider attacked. but no one moved at the front of the pack. and as he gained more time on us, I yelled out, “come on, let’s go!”, or else he would’ve surely gotten away.
as the turn came around, the sprints came. I was boxed in through the turn, and didn’t realize how short the final straight would be, and landed 7/8th next to jason. I was just glad I had finished the race without getting dropped.
as a side note, my tan lines are vicious from this weekend. it’s going to be a good week.