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Friday, June 11, 2021

2021 Catskill Bikepacking trip

The concept

Bob's concept was to follow the 255-mile Catskill Bikepacking Route , over six days, or about 45 miles per day. The video made it look like it had some rideable single track, but we really found out that  some selective editing had been done. Much of the single track was not ridable--at least by me. 
The crew was organizer Bob Nunnink, Ernie Bayles, Bill Erickson, and me. 

Day by Day

Day 1 Ellenville to Kenneth Wilson Camp

I was up at 3:50AM and backing out of the driveway at 4:03AM for the 5.5 h drive to Ellenville. My dread and anxiety were at their normally high pre-event levels. Would I be the weak link? Would my car get towed while we were riding? Too much obsession. 

We were loaded and rolling around 10:25. Bill E. and I immediately overshot the first turn and got in a couple extra miles. But soon we were climbing up Mine Rd, which looked promising. But it rapidly devolved into an extremely steep, boulder-covered hiking path.

Mine Road outside of Ellenville (photo credit Bob Nunnink)

Sometime in the 19th century, Mine Rd took carriages from Ellenville to hotels of the Shawangunk ridge. The first eight miles took more than two hours. 

Ernie Bayles at the end of Mine Rd. I can assure you that we hiked to the top

The trip through the Minnewaska State Park Preserve was astounding. The former carriage roads  are immaculate and the Shawangunk Ridge vistas and escarpment are indescribably beautiful.

In the park. Bob Nunnink photo.

We worked out way down the the park and through the Mohonk Preserve at the base of the escarpment past the rock climbers and down into New Paltz. There Ernie and Bob replaced their non-functional water filtration systems. I admit to having some more anxiety, since it was already 4PM, we had gone 30 miles, had 35 miles to go, and the skies were rapidly darkening. 

We waited out the thunderstorm under an awning, and worked our way north on the rail trail. I was firmly in the throes of "Let's get this over with," and kind of fell apart after an hour. After a long climb in the drizzle, and a stretch along the Ashokan Reservoir we came out on the depressingly busy NY 28.  We opted for indoor dinner at the Santa Fe Restaurant, which pushed our arrival at the Kenneth Wilson campground until after 8PM. I got the tent up as quickly as possible in the fading light, wishing all the time that it was a free-standing model instead of an ultralight with a zillion guy lines and stakes. I collapsed into the tent, even though the campground had showers.

Fun fact: The NYC water supply is fed by gravity from reservoirs like the Ashokan, and is not filtered, though it is UV-disinfected.

Map

Total Distance: 63 miles

Day 2 Kenneth Wilson to North/South Lake 

We enjoyed a great 2nd breakfast at Bread Only, a very unexpected pastry/food truck on NY 28 in Boiceville. Even their chickens were entertaining!


Chickens at Bread Only

At Mt Tremper, the road turned uphill on pavement until we reached the entrance to the Primitive Bicycle Corridor/Overlook Mountain trail at the Zen Monastery. 

The entrance to the Overlook Mtn trail--the "Primitive Bicycle Corridor." It doesn't look so bad now.

The PBC was 2.2 miles of 11 % gradient. In itself, the gradient wasn't so bad, but I was out of gear and only pedaling 60 rpm, so I frequently stalled after hitting rocks and ruts. 

The PBC was the carriage road access to the creepy ruins of the early 20th-century never-completed Overlook Mountain House at the summit. 

Ruins of the Overlook Mountain House.

The ruins are a reminder that the Catskills were a destination resort area in the late 19th century.

We lunched at the summit, but the clouds enveloped us and obscured the promised views of the valley around Woodstock. We actually rode right past the goat path down the other side of the mountain. The first mile or so of single track was eminently ridable and fun, but after that we were reduced to pushing downhill in a stream bed. It was more than two hours and 4.5 miles until we came out other side.

Bridge at the end of the trail at Platte Clove Rd.

The route back down to the Hudson River valley and West Saugerties was Platte Clove Rd, made famous as the Devil's Kitchen climb in the 1990 Tour du Trump. Sections of the descent were more than 20 %; I did not like the way the front end squirmed in the turns. 

We made good time into Palenville, and I began to think that the day was nearly over. I ate the best sandwich of the trip at the Circle W market in Palenville. Unfortunately, the day was far from over, as the route departed the road, and returned to the eroded carriage roads. 

As at the entrance to the Harding Rd Trail, the NYS employee who was tidying up the parking area asked "Are you going to ride up that? I wouldn't do it." Our local intel from the Circle K was that the first segment was ridable, but after crossing the falls, the path turned rocky and narrow. We started at the same time as a woman out walking her dog. She consistently outpaced us on the ridable sections. After 1:15 of pushing, the trail finally leveled out. We proved the locals wrong and rolled into camp at North-South Lake, after a short detour to the Kaaterskill falls (and another abandoned hotel).

More information on the Overlook Mountain House.

Maps

Total Distance: 43 miles

Day 2 is broken into halves because I was trying to save Garmin battery. 

Part 1


Part 2

Day 3 to North-South Lake to  Diamond Notch Lean-to

Everyone was ready for a rest day after two solid days of late-evening finishes. We all agreed to skip the trail section in the middle of the route near Windham especially because the day was going to end with another uphill trail section to the Diamond Notch lean-to. 

After leaving North-South Lake campground, we descended on the rail trail (complete with the original ties) that once brought visitors to the Catskill Mountain House resort, which NYS burned to the ground in 1962.

After leaving Hunter, a spoke on the rear wheel broke, which put an end to the bombing of single-track and gravel segments for the rest of the trip. The wobble of the rear wheel was almost 20 mm. 

Early in the afternoon, we arrived at the base of the final climb up to the Diamond Notch lean-to. After the roadway ended, the trail appeared pretty ridable.

The base of the Diamond Notch trail. Looks pretty ridable! photo credit: Bill Erickson 

The ridability ended quite suddenly, and we were once again reduced to pushing. The situation deteriorated significantly at this portage.

Our first significant obstacle.

The only way to get up was to remove all the gear from the bikes and ferry it up on multiple trips. Crossing and recrossing the stream in MTB shoes was pretty sketchy. And I really feared that we would cross and recross the stream farther up the trail. We were fortunate that although nothing beyond the portage was ridable, it was a steady gradient with no more crossings. We reached the overlook after only about 50 minutes of pushing. Several groups of hikers were quite surprised to see MTBs on this section of the trail. 

Dinner was dehydrated Chili-mac, which was surprisingly good for a product whose "sell-by" date was in 2050. 

Links:

Maps

Total Distance: 33 miles

Day 4 Diamond Notch Lean to to Bloomsville, NY

After a long downhill, some gratuitous uphills to avoid the highway, we arrived in Prattsville, and the famous Pratt Rock. They should really advertise this as "New York's Mt. Rushmore.' 

Some of the carvings on Pratt Rock. He was proud of having sponsored the legislation to create the "Bureau of Statistics." And he liked the working man. One might interpret this tableau as "Workers smashing part of the government," though.

Zadock Pratt founded the town, ran the largest tannery in the US in the mid-19th century, and served in the House of Representatives. He also survived four of five wives, two sets of whom were sisters. 

Lunch was at the Prattsville Diner, where I ate another sandwich (roast beef on toast), and recharged my Garmin. 

The afternoon was hot, and we fought a 20 mph headwind on the Catskill Scenic Trail, a railtrail that parallels 23 to Stamford and Hobart. As the afternoon wore on, I started to come unglued. I had one speed. Sometimes it was faster than everyone else, and sometimes it was slower. We had no fixed end point for the day. The plan was to find some public land (undoubtedly tick-infested), push off the road, and camp there. Fortunately, the world is populated by people who are much nicer than I am. Bob chatted up a gentleman on the path in Hobart, who invited us to camp on his property, which was literally on the route we planned to take. We refreshed at Sal's Traditional Meat Center (#2 rated sub of the trip!) and ground out that last 2.5 miles. 

Our host's property was like a living landscape architecture magazine photo essay. 

Our host on Bramley Mountain Rd. The landscaped gardens extend down the hill to the right. 

Maps

Once again the day is broken in two to save battery. 

More information

Day 5 Bramley Mountain Rd to Little Pond campsite

This section of the trip was the closest to what I envisioned it would be like. The hills are not as high, and the roads were perfect gravel. We stopped for second breakfast at a diner in Andes. 

The remains of second breakfast in Andes, NY

The climb out of the Pepacton Reservoir was long and hot.  I'm pretty sure that I rode past here in 1983 on my insane "Making a plan is planning to fail" ride from Ithaca to Poughkeepsie to visit Maria Laurendeau. 

The Ithaca guys had arranged for some friends from Ithaca to meet us at the campsite, so there would be real dinner and beer for a change. Since the day was short, we were in camp, after the world's longest lecture about the campground rules, by 2:15. 

Little Pond campsite and one of our saviors, Ruth Sherman.

Maps


Day 6 Little Pond to Ellenville

We had explored having Jim and Ruth ferry us to Ellenville, but in the end we made the right decision and rode the 55 miles. Again, the roads were empty, especially the segment on Pole Rd after Willowemoc. Using the original route was a non-starter: it contained a 1 mile segment that was not marked on Ernie's hiking map, followed by 5 miles of snowmobile trail. The modified route avoided the big climbs by adding miles.

I did find a road bra just outside of Parkville, NY. (#90 of all time). 

We arrived in Ellenville and our untowed cars around 1PM, had a quick lunch, and I hit the road. 

Maps


General observations

Riding a MTB felt painfully slower than riding a touring bike. It was hard to get used to going so slowly. Given the amount of pushing we did, I'm not sure that I wouldn't have been better off on my CX bike. 

My fitness was really poor. Usually on a multi-day tour the first couple days are rugged, but then the fitness comes around. On this trip, my recovery degraded from day 1 until day 3, and then plateaued. 

The grips on my MTB were designed by a sadist. I was worried that they might be bad, but they were awful. Even a week later my right pinky finger is still tingling. I really needed the 1990's bar-ends.

Camping is fun. But I don't want to do it on every trip. 

Fifteen years ago I would have been stoked about how epic some of the segments were. Now, not so much. 

Apparently no one lives in the Catskills. Even on the numbered county highways we saw almost no vehicles. 

The number and variety of abandoned buildings was quite notable, especially compared to Northern Virginia, where they are quite rare. 

Sandwich rating system

I ate a lot of sandwiches during the day. I've ranked them from best to worst. 
  1. Italian Sub. Circle W Market Palenville, NY. Best Italian sub I have eaten in several years--better than the Westover Italian Store. The roll was critical and awesome. The second half of it even tasted great after riding in my jersey pocket for 2.5 h. 
  2. Italian Sub. Sal's Traditional Meat Center, Bloomville, NY. Pretty good, but maybe I expected more from a guy named Sal. Good banana peppers. 
  3. Italian Sub, Arianna's Restaurant, Ellenville. Uninspired, but acceptable. 
  4. Roast beef on rye, Prattville Diner. It was very OK. 
  5. Roast beef on rye, Hensonville Food Lockers, Hensonville, NY. Meh. I was going to get an Italian sub, but the guy making the sandwiches seemed overwhelmed, so I just had him make what Bob was having. 

Other food

  • Pecan sticky bun. Only Bread, Boiceville, NY Great chickens, and a very sweet sticky bun, served from a food truck that had an air-conditioned trailer mounted portajohn. 
  • Rossili's diner, Andes NY. Tremendous oatmeal. Google lists this place as Woody's Country Kitchen, but that sign was definitely gone.
  • Steak Burrito, Santa Fe, Woodstock NY. It was fine in the way that Chili's is fine. 

Gear

I forgot to weigh the bags at the start of the trip. Bob totally outdid me with his to-the-gram spreadsheet of gear. But at the end, everything weighed 19.7 lbs. I ate about 3 lbs of food. The bags alone were 2.5 lbs. 

Bike

  • 50 mm Panaracer Gravel King tires @50psi.  I felt totally confident on these tires on the rare occasions that it was possible to ride the trail sections. 
The Stumpjumper on day 1, while it was still clean.

Bags

The Revelate frame bag made it impossible to pull bottles out of the frame, and I even broke one of the cages at some point while wrestling a bottle in and out. Next time (?) I'll strap the bottle cages to the fork legs. The size of the frame bag made it too tempting to over-fill it, which frequently caused it to  rub my calf, which was pretty annoying.  Other than those small problems, the bags were bomb-proof and problem-free. 

The Revelate Terrapin seat bag system that Bill Erickson used seemed to sway less, probably due to the plastic housing for the dry bag. 

Very little room remained at the start of the trip. 

Food and Clothing



Although the composite image above doesn't show it, I ended up taking two jerseys, and two Craft white base layers instead of the gray baselayer. I used every thing I took, except the Castelli leg warmers. I wish I had taken regular synthetic cycling socks instead of wool socks, because the wool socks took forever to dry. I was risking a case of trench foot for a while. 

By the end the only food that remained was the freeze-dried Kung Pao chicken.

Stuff I should have taken, but did not:

  • a tiny line for drying clothes and hanging the anti-bear food bag,
  • a chamois cloth for drying off after showering,
  • a trail spoon (I lost mine and had to borrow one from Bill E.),
  • duct tape,
  • spare spokes (it turned out that I had them at home).
I had bought some Al bar stock to make adapters to drop the bottle cages down the frame more, but I never got around to making them. 

Health

The grips on the MTB were punishing. My hands fell asleep every time we were on a road section. Even a couple days later both hands are still tingling. On two successive days, I nearly gave myself an upper back spasm while trying to wrestle my sleeping bag into the handlebar bag. That back weakness is certainly related to the hand problem. 

Usually on bike trips, the day 1 and day 2 are a bit rugged, and then the fitness comes around. This time I felt progressively worse each of the first three days, and then just plateaued at a low level. 

The ride was hard--much harder than I expected it would be. 

Monday, January 1, 2018

2017 Year-end analysis of racing in MABRA


This post is just an advertisement for the 15th edition of my year-end analysis of bicycle racing in MABRA. You have to get the full (47 page) report on-line: Link to PDF

Some visually interesting plots from the report appear below. 
Distribution of ages of all racers in USACycling.

USACycling membership since 1970.
Attendance at popular MABRA criteriums since 2012.
Racer retention in the US. Plot shows the fraction of racers remaining as a function of the number of years since they first took out a USACycling license.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Tom and Bill's Appalachian Trail Death March


Background

In the fall, Tom and I usually try to do a long-weekend bike tour, but this year we indulged his dream of through-hiking the Appalachian Trail with a four-day backpacking trip. I'd never been overnight backpacking before, and the trip gave me the excuse to research buy a lot of gear. 

Summary

We hiked 46 miles over two full days and two half days, from Harpers Ferry to just north if I-70 and back. 

Impressions

The unanswered question from this trip is why do I turn every endurance activity into a death march? On Day 2 I wanted so badly to make it to Annapolis Rock, even though it was at least 18 miles, and not just because I thought it would be a nicer campsite than the Pine Knob shelter. What is so appealing about finishing an event completely on fumes? On this trip, it was not about the speed--I was more than happy to stop at the overlooks, but I definitely wanted to have every day be a stretch.

Maybe I'm addicted to that level of exhaustion. Maybe I it's that "we can always do a little bit more."

After trying to turn every day into a death march, I was struck by how much harder the days were than I expected.  After our diagnostic hike in September, I thought it would be within our capability to do at least 15 and probably 20 miles per day, which would have allowed us to get to the Pennsylvania border and back. I was never tired at the end of the day, but my legs felt like someone had beaten them with a stick, and my feet were in real pain.

Did I need to carry so much food? I never really saw Tom eat anything substantial. I would be gnawing away at a salami and shoving pecans into my mouth, and he would be quietly sipping a Cup-o-soup.

Day By Day

Day 1  Harpers Ferry to Ed Garvey Thursday 2017-10-19

We ended up parking at the National Park visitor center around 12:30 and hiking down to town, which added another couple miles. The day was spectacular, and first three miles are on the towpath were delightful. 

The trail from Weverton was rocky and vertical. We slogged on with our heavy (to us) packs. As the afternoon wore on, we began to wonder if we had missed the Ed Garvey Shelter, though it seemed impossible that we could have simply walked by it without noticing. We stopped for a nature break, and Tom noticed that the shelter was visible through the woods.  Neither of us felt like pushing on to Crampton Cap, so we stopped.

The shelter already held five more people: 2 late-middle-aged guys who disappeared pretty quickly, a lone middle-aged guy, and a 30-something with his 4-year-old son, whose backpack was large enough for him to get into. Amusingly, the 30-something turned out to be a bike racer. 
The lone-middle-aged guy was a snorer, and I slept poorly. 
Ed Garvey shelter. Day 1

Day 2 Ed Garvey to Pine Knob Friday 2017-10-20

I really thought we could make it to Annapolis Rock. The segment near Lambs Knoll really slowed the pace down. The path was so rocky that you could never really take a stride. Instead it was all half steps, staring at the boulders and making sure you didn't fall over.
We came first to Gathland State Park, home of the National War Correspondent's arch. I've been to Gathland many times, mostly on rides, so I didn't know the history of the place. It's basically the failed estate of a famous Civil War correspondent/essayist. It's the 19th-century equivalent of visiting Dan Rather's home. 


Obligatory photo of the National War Correspondent's Arch at Gathland state park

Our quick lunch was at the White Rocks overlook, which is probably the only trail-side overlook on the entire 20+ mile section.  We then bushwhacked trying to find the map-listed Lambs Knoll Lookout tower, which I later discovered was closed to the public in the 1980s. So much for accurate maps. The descent from Lambs Knoll was pretty grim, with lots of boulders.

Next on tap was Reno Monument, which memorializes Union General Jesse Reno who as killed at the battle of Fox Gap during the 1862 battle for South Mountain. 

I guess we're still in the south. Jesse Reno monument at Fox Gap. Note that Reno was a Union general, and the CSA general killed here has his own monument down the road. But apparently somebody felt it was important to claim this site for the noble cause as well. 

Shortly after Reno Monument, we came to the original Washington Monument, which was originally built by citizens of Boonsboro to honor GW himself. The CCC completely rebuilt the derelict monument in the 1930s.
Tom on the original Washington Monument, first built in the 1820s, and then completely rebuilt in the 1930s by the CCC.

By the time we hit the I-70 bridge, I was pretty sure we were not going to make it to Annapolis Rock. My feet were killing me, and I had to call a short halt so I could take my shoes off.  My aching feet meant we were camping at the Pine Knob shelter. We had it to ourselves, since it's a terrible shelter. The constant whine of traffic going downhill on I-70 acted like a white noise machine, though.

Tom and his 250 calorie "cup-o-soup"dinner at the Pine Knob shelter. 


Day 3 Pine Knob to Crampton Gap Saturday 2017-11-21

My legs and feet recovered for Day 3, and after a quick breakfast we were off back across the I-70 bridge.  Tom stopped for a shower at the Dahlgren campground, but I opted to stay dry. Since it was Saturday, the trail was positively crowded with people, compared to the day before. The day sped by, possibly because were covering ground we had already seen, and we reached the turnoff for the Crampton Gap shelter around 4PM.
Lunch break at the White Rocks overlook. We're avoiding the guy behind me, who was wearing a kilt.
We shared the Crampton Gap shelter with three millenials. They were carrying an impossible amount of gear, including a shovel. They played some kind of monster-themed card game. The shelter was completely unbearable, since one of them had sleep apnea. Initially it was like sharing the shelter with a demon, but as the evening wore on the snuffling became more feline. It was like sharing the shelter with a mountain lion. I gave up and pulled my pad out of the shelter and finally got to sleep.

 Day 4 Crampton Gap to Harpers Ferry Sunday 2017-11-22

We pretty much hauled through the last day to get back to the car, since we were covering ground we'd already traversed. 
And we rescued a tiny turtle!

Gear

  • Pearl-Izumi trail running shoes. These were too light, and beat up my feet.
  • Since I was paranoid about weather, I had a gore-tex jacket. I was prepared to spend days outside, soaking wet at 45F. 

Lessons Learned

  • Water is heavy. I was worried that the water sources were well off the trail. I was completely wrong, of course, but I started the trip with 4 liters (8lbs) in two camelbacks. 
  • The shelters are full of snorers. I thought the first night was bad, but our companion Devon on the third night was unbearable. In the future, I'll just use the one-person tent. 

By the numbers

With 4l of water and the food, my pack weighed 34lbs--too heavy.

Distance

DayDistance (mi)Segment
17.8Harper's Ferry Visitor Center to Ed Garvey Shelter
215.5Ed Garvey Shelter to Pine Knob Shelter
311.8Pine Knob Shelter to Crampton Gap Shelter
411.5Crampton Gap to Harper's Ferry Visitor Center
46.6miles

Food

My food supply. 
Weight Calories Description
32 oz 3200 cal 4 salamis
28.8 oz 3000 cal 12 Clif bars
16 oz 2700 cal bag cashews
8 oz 1600 cal salted pecans
12 oz 1760 cal trail mix
5.6 oz 800 cal Kind bars
16 oz 1100 cal Prunes
5.25 oz 860 cal chocolate bars
123.65 oz 15020 cal
Final
16 oz 1600 cal 2 salamis
2.4 oz 250 cal 1 Clif bar
8 oz 1600 cal salted pecans
1.4 oz 200 cal Kind bar
1.75 oz 267 cal chocolate bars
29.55 oz 3917 cal
Consumed
94.1 oz
11103 cal

Monday, July 24, 2017

Intelligentsia Cup 2017

Summary

I did four of nine days of the 2017 Intelligentsia Cup 50+ series, which runs from Saturday to the following Sunday.  Each day had a $650 prize list with $200 in primes, put up by a local masters team, Team Mack. The four days that I raced each were some of the best organized, most technically challenging, fastest races I did in 2017. Their quality in every respect rivaled or exceeded the best races we have in MABRA.  Fields in the 50+ were typically 35 to 45 each day.  Racing was so fast, that I could not manage to crack the top half. 

All in all, it was an incredible racing experience. 

Random Observations

  • I hope I wasn't "that guy" but the line I wanted through every turn was nothing like the line that everyone else wanted. I like the the inside, just kissing the apex of the turn, but everyone else always swung way wide.
  • Despite the speed and constant attacks, the racing seemed less pointlessly aggressive than east-coast racing. 
  • The speeds were more like a MABRA 35+ criterium. 
  • Midwestern bike chicks: more nose rings, fewer tattoos than east-coast bike chicks. 

Links

Day 1: Niles 

Thursday 2017-07-20
Description: 6-turn 1km pancake flat criterium with perfect pavement in an early 1960s neighborhood. 

I had no idea what to expect--I thought I had been riding pretty well in the weeks before, especially in the 55+ races I had done. We started in the mid-afternoon, with the temperatures in the mid-90s. Ugh. I had scoped out the start list before the event, and knew that it was stacked with geezer ringers. I was still getting rolling on the second lap when the first five guys stacked it in one of the turns. Yikes.  We rolled several laps behind the moto while the medics cleaned up the damage. Attacks were constant after the restart. I tried to go across to one move, and was rapidly put in my place. I made it, but I had to jack my heart rate to about 195bpm to make it across, which eroded my confidence. Shortly thereafter the winning moved escaped with two Texas Roadhouse and two Florida Velo. With about 8 laps to go, someone a few behind me got Sagan/Cavendish-ed and tangled with the barricades, and we were neutralized again. Weirdly, despite the two serious crashes, and for the rest of the series, the racing was fast, but never aggro. Perhaps it was just midwestern politeness.  I sprinted for all I was worth, for  19th place.

Results: 19/29 classified finishers

Day 2: Elmhurst

Friday 2017-07-21

Description: 6-turn 1.5km flat criterium around Elmhurst College

No matter how hard I worked, I could never get past about 15th wheel. Every prime sprint was agony. I came unglued on the last lap and rolled it in off the back for about 22nd.

The vibe on the course was incredible, and was something I've never seen in MABRA. Fully a third of the houses in the very wealthy neighborhood had outdoor parties going on. At one, a band was setting up on a stage. I crashed one party, and the homeowner (Maui!) explained how the event came about. Before the first year, the promoter had personally knocked on every door. In year five, he thought the entire neighborhood was on board, and actively looked forward to the block-party event.

Results: 22/31 classified finishers

Day 3: Lake Bluff

Saturday 2017-07-22
Description: 5-turn 1.25km  flat criterium in Downtown Lake Bluff. The course was like a mini-Clarendon, complete with a 180 at the end of the finish straight and an uphill, into-the-wind long finish. 

I was once again still working my way up from the back on the 2nd lap when the field split. Stupidly, I missed the second split, when two Intelligentsia and two Texas Roadhouse guys rolled away. At least this time the group was slow enough that I could at least try to get away a couple times.

Results: 19/34 classified finishers

Day 4: Goose Island 

Description: 4-turn, 1 block-wide 1.25km criterium with a dogleg on the back stretch and uncharacteristically sketchy pavement. 

Goose Island. Photo Credit Brian Lin

This reality of this course turned out to be the most different from what I expected. The start/finish was at the series-sponsor Intelligentsia Coffee's roastery, and the Goose Island Brewery, in an early 20th-century industrial district about two miles west of the Loop. While I was warming up, the breeze alternated between fermenting beer and fermenting garbage. 

Once again, the racing was just crazy fast, and after three days of beat-down, I was slightly physically and definitely mentally beaten. I spent most of the race recovering from the prime sprints, and when the field wound it up for the final sprint, I found myself going backwards, despite heart rates in the mid 190s again. 

Our old post-doc Brian appeared on the finish stretch as a spectator, so we got to hang out and catch up.

Results: 26/31 classified finishers

Monday, June 12, 2017

It's not a safe sport

Note: I wrote this the evening of June 16, 2007 when I got home from the race, and haven't edited it since then. 

Crystal City Criterium, Arlington, VA
June 16, 2007

All to frequently we hear about death in cycling. We probably even knew someone who died in competition. Today, those stories touched me personally: I saw a man die right in front of me in a race.

We lined up this morning for the first Crystal City Criterium in Arlington, just north of National Airport. The entry fee was high, but so was the prize money. The course was exciting, and after the Master 35+ race, we could stay to watch the pros race after lunch.

The fifty-rider field contained most of the usual MABRA heavy-hitter masters: Superdave, Ramon B, etc.  The course was shaped like a backwards "6."  The top of the six went under the overhang of an apartment building, around a 180, a 90 and then down a 600m straight through the finish. 

I spent the beginning of the race groveling. I could ride in the field, fifteen guys back, but I couldn't imagine leaving the safety of the group. The pack dynamic wasn't particularly nervous, although my teammate did knock my bars once. The businesslike dynamic is one of the benefits of masters racing. We all know each other, and we've all raced for years: no surprises.

Little moves went all through the race, but nothing got more than a few seconds. With eight laps to go, coming out of the second turn, I'm trying to move up. I'm on Keith Mitchell's wheel. It's neither a good nor a bad wheel. He's a 50+ rider, riding way down in age today. Despite his slight build, he often pushes a huge gear. He doesn't tend to crash, but sometimes he goes through holes that I don't care to follow him through.

Suddenly, Keith looks to his left at the ground just in front of his bike. His bike starts to slide to the right, as he continues to look at the ground. There was no contact, and even if he had overlapped a wheel, I would have expected him to keep it up. I'm not panicking yet. But he's not straightening it out. The bike continues to the right as he goes to the left. I realize that he's going down. Now I'm panicking. There is no exit right or left--I'm right up on him and I'm full on the brakes. He slams into the ground right in front of me. Still no exit appears, and I'm frantically trying to figure out if I can ride over him and not crash.  Fortunately for me, the coefficient of friction between him and the ground matches the one between my brake pads and my Zipps, and I screech to a halt up against his bike. I unclip to avoid tipping over.

He's lying on the ground, like so many other guys after a crash, but he's not moving. Spectators are running up. What should I do? It's just a crash, I think, like so many other crashes I've watched, both from the sidelines and from saddle. I clip back in and bury it to try to catch back on. Before the next turn I see Keith's teammate Grant
Soma circling around and heading back to the crash site. But I'm already lost in an anaerobic fog trying to close the gap before the straightaway. I fail to complete the mission, and soon I can see the finish line. The group is receding into the distance. I think about giving up, but then I realize that the officials will undoubtedly neutralize the race, so I redouble my efforts.

Sure enough, I catch back on just before the second turn before the crash spot. I realize that the situation is bad. Keith is lying face down on the pavement, in exactly the same position he was in when I almost ran over him. Emergency personnel ring his prostrate body. I try to think the best, "He hit his head on the way down, and he's just unconscious." But as we roll past, a darker thought comes to mind: his crash was the symptom, and not the cause.

At the start/finish the officials neutralize us. Rumors circulate through the peloton. Twenty minutes later, the officials restart us with four laps to go. The quick restart is not a good sign. Serious accidents take much longer to clear, because the EMTs want to stabilize the patient. 

We finish our race. I never made it back to the front and chose to sit up in the sprint.

Keith Mitchell died of a heart attack. Apparently, the EMT's never found a pulse. 

I have raced against Keith for as long as I can remember. He was an enigmatic figure, for whom I had a grudging admiration. He could be a reckless rider, and he was more frequently on the wrong side of the rules than suited me. But we had a friendship of the sort that comes from competition. 

We tried to look at this sad occurrence positively. At some level, don't we all wish we could die doing what we loved? Better to leave this world coming out of the second turn in a $1000 criterium, than to have a massive heart attack sitting on the toilet, or stuck in traffic, or yelling at your kids.  

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Monster Cross 2017

Summary

Conditions were fast, and the weather was astounding. I actually started the race in short sleeves, with only a base layer under my kit.  I staged poorly. I wish the promoter would stage by class and not just one giant wave after the elites go.

I rode conservatively for the whole race, since I didn't know how I would respond after not racing for nearly seven months. I didn't feel like my usual reckless self, and really dialed down the risk level--I didn't want to start 2017 lying on the ground with a broken collarbone. For the first big lap, I worked my way through the field, and really made up time on the paved uphill section. Although I faded a little after after the halfway point, I didn't notice it, and I felt really indestructible for nearly the entire race.

Unfortunately, at the end of the second big lap, and only nine miles from the finish, we were neutralized as a group so a woman who had crashed could be helicopter evacuated. I had caught (for the second time) 65+ national cyclocross champion Fred Wittwer, and was thinking "podium!"  I could spin the neutralization two ways. Negatively, all the guys I had dispensed with on the road all caught back on. Positively, I caught all the guys who had dispensed with me on the twisty hiking-path sections. So it was probably a wash. After the restart, the fight went out of me for a while, unfortunately, and it wasn't until we hit fire-road sections again that I could dial the intensity back up.

I completely fell apart on the final single-track downhill section less than a mile from the finish. At least ten guys passed me in the final two minutes of a three hour race.

The finish order was a replay of my racing career. When I was a second-season Category 4, I had more than ten top-ten finishes, but they were nearly all sixth through tenth. If a race paid three places, I was fourth. If it paid seven places, I was eighth. This time I ended up 4th in the 50+: one place off the podium. And like Hilly Billy Roubaix 2015, where the winner passed me with less than five minutes left, I'm sure the third place guy this year passed me on that single-track section where I came unglued.

The race in graphs

I faded less toward the end than in past years. The horizontal section is the six minutes I spent during the neutralization. 
All five years compared. I have never been faster. than this year.  2015 was the year of the epic mud bogs, and in 2014 I DNF'd after flatting twice and then getting lost in the woods. I am astounded at how close 2016 and 2017 are for the first 80 minutes.
I averaged 175bpm for the three hours, even including six minutes standing motionless. I have no idea what was wrong with me in 2016. 

The race in pictures

Hey! I'm with a teammate! A lot of the course is fire roads like this one.
The road section. Time to drop the mountain-bike guys. It's always a good sign when you're riding with a national champion. 
Stream crossing. I rode this like a grandmother--I refused to flat. I'm off to the side to try to stay out of everyone's way.

The only steep section on the entire course just after the stream crossing.

Setup

Same as 2016. Crux with hydraulic disk brakes and Challenge Gravel Grinder 38mm tires @ 45 psi (5psi lower than 2016). I'm done with file treads; I'll ride regular cyclocross tires in 2018. Definitely needed more hookup on the twisting sections.

Results

  • 2017: 49.4 miles in 3:11:42 57/309 overall and  5/46 in the 50+
  • 2016: 49.4 miles in 3:15:47 82/342 overall and 10/55 in 50+
  • 2015: 45.4 miles in 3:28:47 58/252 overall and 5/38 in the 50+ 
  • 2014: DNF--two flats before the 1/2-way point
  • 2013: 47.7 miles in 3:05:23  71/382 overall and  9/46 in 50+
  • 2012: 3:17:33  58/336 overall and 12/50 in 40-49

    Links to results

    Strava link

    Links to previous race summaries


    Wednesday, February 22, 2017

    On academic integrity


    The questions

    • Should you get to declare a mulligan when you're caught plagiarizing part of your thesis, by just removing the parts you didn't write and then be allowed to keep your degree?  Or does this situation constitute a "one and done?"
    • Bonus question. If you're caught and you get to keep your degree, should you have to acknowledge that your thesis was withdrawn and reissued for ethical revisions?

    The back story

    In 2015 I reviewed a manuscript for an additive manufacturing journal. It was the first "double blind" review I had ever done--where the author and institution information had been removed from the manuscript. Many problems existed in the manuscript, ranging from the grammatical to the scientific. Chief among the science problems was that the materials science in the explanation of the findings didn't make any sense to me. It just seemed random and unconnected to the experimental results. It was also clear that multiple authors had contributed different sections. That's jarring, but ordinary, in scientific publication where multiple authors contribute.

    I  resorted to the cited references to try to understand the confusing discussion of the results. One of them was Iain LeMay's Principles of Mechanical Metallurgy, which I had on my bookshelf, since I had stolen it from Sandra's box in the attic.  Imagine my surprise, when I found an illustration in LeMay that strongly resembled one of the figures from the manuscript. But in LeMay's book it illustrated a very different deformation mechanism, in a completely different material system. And the text surrounding LeMay's illustration appeared nearly verbatim in the manuscript I was reviewing, with just some of the nouns changed.
    At this point, I began drafting my rejection of the manuscript on the grounds that the author had plagiarized part of the manuscript. Nearly simultaneously, inter-library loan finally delivered one of the other cited references from the manuscript under review. The rest of the confusing discussion of the manuscript was a nearly word-for-word copy directly from the second reference. The author had not even corrected the direct-from-French-to-English sentence structure that he had plagiarized from the cited work.

    The double-blind  nature of the review fascinated me, and I immediately challenged myself to find the identify of the authors. A few Google-scholar searches of unusual phrases from the manuscript made short work of that, and I rapidly identified the US university and research group. As is often the case, the manuscript under review was actually an already published and awarded Masters thesis, which I downloaded from the university archives.

    I repurposed my review of the manuscript, and addressed it to the academic integrity board of the university in question. I included high-lighted versions of both references and the masters thesis that demonstrated the plagiarized sections. After a few weeks, an associate dean at the university informed me that they were investigating the case, and thanked me for my input.

    The interim

    I didn't expect that the university would keep me informed of the progress of their case or even, for that matter, their decision. Nevertheless, every few months I checked the university's archives to see if the thesis was still available. Within a few months it was gone from the on-line archive without a trace or notice that it been withdrawn.

    In late 2016 my search found the thesis again. It had a new number (like what passes for a DOI at this university), and the plagiarized pages and figures had been excised. But nothing else was different, and no new explanation replaced the missing section. Even the acceptance dates and signatures in the front matter were identical to the original version. There was no statement that the thesis had been revised and resubmitted.

    The changes were literally at most a couple hours of work of cutting and reprinting

    What did I expect would happen?

    I guess I thought that this would be the end of the student's career. It never occurred to me that the university would just re-issue the thesis with no comment.

    Were there sanctions for the thesis advisor and committee? I have no idea, and probably could never find out. But the advisor had to know that his student did not write the entire thesis--if I could discern multiple authors in one reading of the manuscript.

    Questions


    • Is this outcome fair? Or right? 
    • Should plagiarism be an academic death sentence? After all, if I stick up a liquor store, get caught, but return the money, I still committed the crime, and will be charged and probably serve time. (Though I won't get the electric chair)
    • If a student plagiarizes (or invents data), should the advisor also be sanctioned?