With slightly warmer weather in the forecast for this week’s Hell ride 🙂 I decided to indulge in the fun. I arrived and Robert Ray, Joe Hamilton, Jesus Salazar, Byron Deford, Randall Green, Buck Rea, and Drew Malany joined me to be the brave ones for a ride in some good old wind.
We headed out with a head wind. A little confusion insued with our inability to rotate in a paceline or understand what clockwise means. We got that figured out and started to rotate just in time to wait 5 or 10 minutes for a train. We waited for some cars to pass us and off we were again. Tempo was set up Birds Eye. Several riders took turns with pulls including a huge effort by Drew. Near the end Buck set down a good effort into the wind to nearly get the sprint. I came around him with 100m to go and nipped him on the line. It looked like Randall brought up the rear with third.
We regrouped at the top for the dash down the hill. We had some difficulty figuring out we did not own the road and nearly had an incident with a vehicle when someone did not hear car back. We all survived though. Pulls were shared between Robert, Jesus, Drew, and Joe. Drew made a great effort for the uphill sprint into the wind but I came around him with 100 to go to nip him on the line. I believe Joe came in for a very nice third on that one.?
We rolled out almost immediately for our third segment. I attacked soon after the railroad tracks and soloed off the front. I could not tell who brought me back in but it looked like a good group effort. They got me about a mile before the sprint where Randall immediately launched a counter attack. Good effort was put forth in chasing him down. I launched another counter attack at the base of the hill where I won the third sprint, Drew in second, and third to Buck I think. Help me out on that one.
We met at Libation station and put one more Hell ride in the books. Thanks for coming out.
Seven hardy souls kicked off the 2013 Hell Ride Tuesday on a cold and windy evening. Randall, Joe H., Robert, Mark S., Chris, John, and Josh set off from Green Meadow Lake promptly at 6:00 into a hardy headwind blowing in from the northwest. Temperature was something south of 38 degrees, and looking west, it appeared we were headed into a blizzard. The group developed a nice rotating paceline after the first tracks, which made the wind tolerable. After the second set of track, Josh decided the best way to warm up was to attack off the front. Apparently he was the only one who thought that was a good idea, and everyone else sat in and let him go. With the wind, it wasn’t long before the group was together again. At the base of the Birdseye climb, Josh and Joe decided to turn the screw a bit, and the group started to come apart. Joe, Josh, Randall, Mark, and John stuck together. At some point Randall popped off the back while Mark and John were happy to sit back and let Joe and Josh battle the wind. At the top, having done no work, John jumped and took the sprint, with Joe second, and Josh third.
After a short respite, the group headed out on the second leg. The wind seemed to be building. John, feeling guilty for having taken advantage on the first leg paced the group down to the Silver Creek crossing, where Joe, Josh, and Randall took off. From the distance, it looked like Josh took Joe on the sprint, with Randall third. Randall tried to explain what happened, but his cheeks were too frozen to talk.
After regrouping, it was time to head downwind for a change. After hammering into the wind for two legs, it was almost silent (and warm) do run with the wind. The group stayed together and sailed down the third leg with Robert doing most of the pace setting. At the finishing hill, Josh started his sprint a little too early, and John was able to come around him at the finish.
The group spun into town with snow squalls all around. While it was cold and windy, the snow stayed away for the entire ride. All in all, it was a pretty nice evening. Hopefully it will be a little warmer and calmer next week, and we will get more of the team out there.
So there I was….alone at my desk nursing an aerobic hangover. Then she walked in, a dame like no other, the kind you don’t take home to mom…or your home. The kind of dame that would make you go deep, deeper than you thought possible. That’s right her name was hell ride & before this night was over she was going to make me wish I had never let her in.
The caper started at Spring meadow lake with 10 to 12 of the kind of people you don’t let people you care about know you know. The underbelly of Helena cycling. Lowlifes, the kind of guys that would suck your wheel all the way up the hill & then sprint around you laughing, playing you for the sucker. Oh yeah we started out all nice, peaches & cream, working together, then at the tracks Josh went up the first little hill, but we’d seen this move before & he was covered like a wagon on the Oregon trail. The group worked together with the Slanger twins, Sean & Sarah trading barbs & pulls like they were born to it. Brian Johnson went to the front & gave a demonstration of pounding the pedals in anger. The pace picked up as Robert Ray decided to see who wanted to come out and play. Everyone apparently. The pace picked up, & the bodies started falling like bad guys in a John Wayne movie. Jumping Johnny Tietz, out-sprinted “Rabbit” Robert with Good Gosh Josh taking 3rd.
On the rollers, Sean, the nice Slanger, decided to show his naughty side & took off, dropping into his geek bars he got a gap, but the motley crue wasn’t going to let a tri guy win this segment. Like the lowlifes we are we grabbed his wheel, used him up, spit him out & left him for road kill. The jockeying for position had started halfway through, but the pace was getting ready to pickup. As we headed through silver creek, the attacks started coming. I was grabbing wheels like each one was the brass ring that could deliver the golden fleece of a sprint win. The final wheel I grabbed was the aforementioned strong man John Tietz. I rode that wheel like a 2 bit hooker at a Shriners convention & was delivered to the finish line in first, John 2d & I believe Little (I still think of him like that) Stevie Field.
The last section Lincoln road, a headwind? Whats up with that? We rode in a tight paceline until the really nice Slanger (|Sarah) said enough of this pussy footing and she broke away. Being the gentlemen we are, we let her sit out front & then shut it down. Steve somehow got positioned to the front. With no one willing to take the lead from him, he drove the pace up to the base of the hill where all Hell broke loose. John over the top 1st, Robert 2d, Steve & Dr. Drew tied for 3rd. This caper was over, the butler did it, & I had a date with a tall glass of gatorade.