Thursday, May 29, 2008

DURANGO!! a few years ago


Just browsing through old photos and found this one from a mountain bike "guy trip" we took around 2005? From left to right is: Jim Wilson, Jim Auwen, David Hatfield, Steve Hatfield, Eric MacDonald and Kent Hatfield.

Great trip. Don't remember a lot of detail but I do recall having fun with some of my favorite people. This photo was taken during a postride soak at a hot mineral spring outside of Durango. We had put in a long day on the Hermosa Creek trail, scraped together some available cash as we had just gotten off the trail, and thoroughly enjoyed the hot water. As I recall, David had just taken his arm off from around me then leaned to his left in an attempt to avoid revealing his feelings for me. Kidding, but that water was hot and love was in the air. Also, the bubbles seen around Jim W. and Eric i'm sure were from the circulating water, there's no other explanation.

The next day we went up to Telluride and spent a couple of days riding the trails up there. Beautiful country, great town, but most of the trails were either climbing or descending and not much in-between.

Just a nice getaway with great friends, to two of my favorite places, that I would do again in a heartbeat.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

You never know...


There are many uncertainties in life, how long it will be each for of us, who will stay our friends throughout, a solid concensus on where to eat out before going on a group date, etc. Another is how we will feel or, perform on a bike ride or race.

You could eat organic food for a week and in the proper quantities, get at least 9 hours of sleep nightly, and taper to perfection... it just doesn't seem to matter. One race you'll podium, the next, while doing the exact same preparation, you bomb.

I was talking to Barry Thomas about the topic this morning because although we were only on a group ride, he felt physically overwhelmed after hanging with the lead riders up Little Kong. I knew I would peel off early, that climb and I don't get along very well, and I had still been recovering from Monday so this was my expectation for myself. What I didn't expect was to find Barry so hammered. It could have been anyone of us though, not to pick on Barry but I know we can all relate.

Anyways, be it chemical, mental, biorhythms, whatever, I think we just have to go out and enjoy the moment. If were having fun, helping others, and enjoying our friendships nothing else matters.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Kong for breakfast...

Had a pretty good morning. Started off with the group ride then turned right at McDowell with Don Evans while the group went left to hit Gilbert. Don't know why, probably one of my little voices. I guess I just wanted to do my own thang. Don and I talked for a while, then we parted ways at Recker where he went straight.

Thought maybe I'd head out to Kong and do some repeats. Ya know how when you go to see a movie and eat popcorn continuously? You may be stuffed, your hand is cramped and your jaw is pooped but there you are still shoving corn in your face. That's the mentality I had this morning on Kong. "Just a few repeats" I said to myself. "Just a few more" I said after the 20th, "I can tie my personal record of 25". Anyways, I ended up doing 40 of those suckers. Didn't kill myself but worked on my mechanics with a fast spin, and strength with a slower more forceful spin on alternating laps. One down and up is 1.5 miles with the turnaround at the Granite Reef park exit. Exercise time was 6 hours and averaged just 13 mph for the day.

Saw a lot of riders out, pulled up to one fellow and we chatted. As we rode up, he told me "you're riding pretty strong", I just smiled and said "thanks, you too" (I was on #37 and never told him my dirty little secret).

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Welcome my friends

Yikes, just went public.  welcome if you received an email.  To the 300 Warriors, Taylor and I be going over to Mount Graham (Safford) occasionally for some extended climbing If you have interest.  Rick Frost, Eric Macdonald and I went there a few years ago and i'm sure they can testify of the benefit.  Mount Graham is where the state road climbing championship is held.  I believe it is something like 5800 ft. in 20 miles.  Few cars and nice weather, just a lot of up.  It's 150 miles east of Mesa, about a 2.5 hour drive.  So, let me know...


Mountain Bike Race Series follow-up letter

Thought I would post a follow-up letter written by John Camoriano and forwarded by Sterling to all the Brumbys.  John, along with the other competitors in the series this year were just good people. I felt like I was just getting to know them, and then it was all over.  Robert Gooch was another nice guy I got to know, he's from Flagstaff and he and his family are just real friendly. 

It's easy to say I had a good season with the outcome I had, but I really believe it was fun and succcessful regardless of where I finished.  Thanks for the kind words John, we'll start it back up in 6 months or so. 


Dear Sterling, 

Here is my version. I have finally broken my silence as a "lurker" on the Brumby's web page. Jim Auwen not only is an awesome rider but he is not a half-bad writer so competition aside, let me see if my pen can match his. I have attached a podium photo of Jim and I shaking hands.

It does me good to know that I was in Jim's thoughts these last 5 months at least as often as he was in mine. Having a worthy opponent that keeps you on your toes is a great part of racing. If you ever have such luck as Jim and I did to go back and forth like we did then good for you... it spices things up.

The stats before our final Flagstaff race:
Race 1 Mcdowell: Jim 1st place John 3rd place
Race 2 White Tanks: John 1st place Jim: 2nd place
Race 3 Estrella: John 1st place John: 2nd place
Race 4 Sonoita: Jim 1st place John: Did NOT attend
Race 5 Nova Nat John 2nd place Jim: 3rd place (this race worth 1 and 1/2 times) 
Race 6 Prescott Jim 1st place John; Mt biking in Argentina. Did not attend

So as we headed into our final race Jim had beaten me once and I had beaten him 3 times BUT he had shown up to more races than I had and won those handily. In my second place finish over Jim's 3rd place finish at NOVA we both got beat by an outsider who was visiting from California and I got an advantage of a boost of points over Jim because that race was worth 1.5 times the normal race points. In the MBAA they drop your worst 2 races so after that exercise we were very close. Bottom line: we were entering the final Flagstaff race with his 338 points to my 336 points; virtually a dead heat.

Then I got beat.

Jim and I sat chatting at the starting line like amicable non-competitors and as if nothing was going on between us and then we noticed a mass of humanity ahead of us starting. It was like cattle starting a rolling stampede. No one heard them even say "go". 

The old farts like Jim and I (50+ category) are always stuck in the back cuz they figure we will not run over people back there cuz we are too old. Problem is that they do not know how fast old man jim is. His technique is to blast to the front and then pick off riders of younger vintage like a turkey hunter picking off birds from the flock. My technique is to follow Jim and lick up his scraps then pass him when he makes the slightest error.

I never saw Jim after the first 5 minutes.

I am still trying to analyze the entire loss. He and I had the same peculiar "false start" and the same mass of humanity on the most technical terrain that Mt Eldon has to offer. We both sucked the thin air of Flagstaff whilst local talent that lives there beat us both (A roadie named Koss came in 1st, Jim 2nd and Robert Gooch, a Flagstaff native came in 3rd right behind Jim). We had a lot of similarites to suffer through. 

The differences. He has a 29 inch bike and I a 26 inch bike. I am still wondering if it is time to move up the the big wheels. He is at least 6 ft 2 and I am 5 ft 10. He has bigger legs but I am lighter. I have only been racing 2 years and last year I was a mere beginner with minimal racing experience whereas Jim is seasoned and clever like a ... well like a wild mustang, (a Brumby?). I learned on the final race for example that when you follow too close on a technical course that if the guys in front have to stop then you do too. If you stop too long then a train of people come riding past you like a Macy's parade because they did NOT follow too close and could ride by what you had to stop for. That cost me dearly in this race. 

At least 20 minutes into the race my rear tire began to rub the frame and the big nobs on my Nevegal tire sounded like a chain saw. I was afraid I would be pulled over by a ranger for cutting wood. This needless to say was a drag and drain on my speed and I slipped from 3rd to 4th to my final spot as a podium prop at 5th place. I think it is a broken axle... still waiting for the post-mortem from the shop. Jim had similar bike problems on at least 2 of the races that I beat him at.

My cumulative points allowed me enough cushion to stay in second place for the point series but Jim got the well-deserved 1st place in the Sport Category for the 50+ guys. 

Jim is right. To pursue a point series is a huge investment and sacrifice. It is hard to make all of the races first off. Fixing, improving and keeping your bike running after the beating that Arizona off road courses have is a drain on finances. My wife, Jennifer, who took 1st place in the Sport category for women 19 to 39 races with me each race and we have 7 kids between us and 2 full time jobs so we often fought over who got to work out each day. (Obviously she won most of those arguments)

But you know, at the end of the season, come win or come lose, if you can say that you raced with integrity, if you did your best and followed your bliss (your sport of choice) and if you have learned a thing or two and met new people in the process then you have become a better person. It was worth it. I was proud to share the podium with Jim and look forward to the next race we are in so we can finally have a tie-breaker.

Now that it is the off-season, if any of you Brumby's want to hook up for some off-road riding (including you Jim) then give us a call.

John Camoriano

Friday, May 23, 2008

Feeling better...

Another day off work and on the mend from the series. I did feel well enough to go on the group ride for a spin.  Wore my new cycling gloves, padded ones.  I've always gone unpadded, it just felt better.  After the 500 last year the nerves in my hands are more sensitive.  I had numb fingers for months and now they get that way quicker.  I'm hoping the new gloves will remedy.  I'll have to go on a century first before I know.  Padded gloves, one more weapon in the fight against the adverse effects of endurance cycling.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Mountain Bike Racing 2008

Brief summary of this year's MTB racing experience...



2008 Mountain Bike Association of Arizona race series recap.                                

         


To commit or not to commit, that is the question I pose to myself every year.  To do this series requir

es a great deal of commitment of time, money, and physical abuse.  I love mountain bike racing, but I also love many other activities in my life as well so it's a tough decision.


Thought I'd go out to the first race in January at McDowell mountain park and see how I'd do with zero training.  Somehow it all came together and I won that race.  Kinda surprised me, I guess I just felt good that day.  In my case, it was a rare thing to stand atop of the podium.  I had placed top 5 many times in 10 years of racing the series, but I had only won 1 race and that was when the strongest rider in my class was probably having an off-day.


The next race was at Whitetanks in west Phoenix, a good course for me usually but I had been sick the entire previous week and only felt good enough to race the day before.  I was frustrated by my lack of fight and a chain that wouldn't stay put, but luckily finished second at about 4 minutes back.  Some of the problem that day was my choice of bike set-up.  I had ridden my Niner with a rigid carbon fiber fork and done pretty well at McDowell, but Whitetanks is a bit rougher and I got jostled pretty good.


The Estrella course was by far the roughest, most technical course in the series.  For me personally, it's just not fun, just a rocky beast that never lets you relax.  I could get by on my rigid Niner but I would definitely be slow and slow is not good.  So, Kent Hatfield lent me his Santa Cruz Blur full-suspension bike.  I felt better physically than the previous race and the full suspension was huge.  I led for a lot of the race but while trying to pass a slower rider, I went down hard.  I was cut and bruised and mad, a rider had cut me off and hit my front wheel.  I gathered myself, jumped back on and took off.  Then as I heading down the next wash discovered that I had no rear brake.  I tried to get my weight back and brake with the front but it was too late, I took flight.  I tried to repair the thing but I was also losing time to the other riders so I kept going.  By the time I got back to the start I was done, I'd gone down too many times.  I'd never quit a race before but if I had to go around that Technical loop again without the rear brake I felt I would surely break a bone.  I was letting the race people know I wouldn't be going back out when the REI mechanic came over and after a few minutes fixed the problem.  By then I had resigned myself to being done so it was highly difficult to go back out and mix it up again.  But, I took off, re-passed a few riders in my group and better yet, finished alive.  I felt very fortunate to end up 3rd.


My main competitor through the series was John Camoriano, he lives in Lehi and I understand is on the Brumby list of riders.  He was sick for the next race south of Tucson at Gardner Canyon and it was a bit of a let-down for me.  I liked the course though, tall grass, some steep climbs and fast roads when the wind was at your back (going out we had a pace-line going because of the fierce head wind).  I felt good that day and took a hollow 1st place.  


It was just after Tucson that I went with Kyle Jorgensen and Jim Wilson to a McDowell training ride and experienced the low point of the season, a brutal crash that (without whining too much) left me banged-up pretty good with the next race right around the corner.  In fact, I'm still having physical issues from that lovely experience as I write this. 


Nova National at McDowell was like home court to me, I had won the first race here and I knew every inch of it from years of using it.  It's a fast course and I like to think the roadie in me is a benefit there.  Nova National is a national race with pro riders from all over the country coming to admire the cactus and good weather.  I signed up for the Sport series which consisted of an off-road downhill time trial on Friday afternoon and the mountain bike race on Saturday morning.  I won the time trial but it used me up somewhat and I felt like I might've ruined my chances for the next morning.  


The next morning I was tired but still felt confident.  John was there and I really wanted to do well, I had to do well, we were all fighting for points and it was close in the series.  Had a good start, left most of the field early on and kept changing leads with a non-series racer.  I felt I had it going well then disaster...flat tire, I was in denial but the reality was I had to get it changed fast.  I had just got the valve out when John rolled by.  I was drifting around in that area between desperation and surrender.  I chose desperation, finished the repair and put the hammer down.  No good, finished 3rd and was starting to despair about my chances for the overall but I was committed though my last hope to stay close was a good showing in Prescott.  On a good note, I did take the overall for the Nova series for my group.


I didn't pre-ride this course, never could find the time.  Thought I'd just go up with Meri and be together.  Kind of a fun course, lots of ups and downs, no big climbs or long downhills, just dusty fun.  Took a left instead of a right after the start and found myself alone off course.  Back tracked about 100 yards and found the right trail.  Not to panic, just be patient and reel 'em in I thought.  That's just what happened, got a feel for the course after the first lap then pushed on the next two.  I finished 1st again but John didn't show.  He told me later he was down in Patagonia (South America) at the time.


The finals this year were in Flagstaff, I'd ridden some of the course but not the portion named "Rocky Ridge".  Went up to pre-ride after work one day and learned why it's named as such; rocks-o-plenty, definitely not for the rigid bike, so I stepped up and put a Fox up front.  I'm sure it helped but I wasn't used to it, and it seemed like it was bucking me quite a bit during the race.  The final point totals going into the finals had me ahead by just 2 points. So, the rider who finished ahead of the other would win the series and that coveted jersey. 


Weird start for the finals this year, they sent us off in big groups of approximately 60-70 riders.  This was not something we expected or were used to and it reared it's ugly head when the road narrowed abruptly to single-track.  I knew the consequences of not getting out front, found a nice opening, red-lined my heart rate, and passed quite a few riders before the narrowing, so I was able to ride nearly all of that first section.  I was fried but found myself near the front.  I heard many stories of those caught up in the back and having to march along for quite a ways.  Much frustration.  


By the time I hit Rocky Ridge I was gasping, the altitude was not friendly on my body and I was all over the place.  I let one faster rider go by me, tried to get back on track, but couldn't unclick and fell down the slope off the trail, thought I broke my knee at first but it was just a rash.  I never did recover from that and kept having handling issues until I got to some smoother trails.  Felt good on the climb out and back down Dogfood andShultz Creek trails although I did go left about 50 yards on Pipeline road before I discovered another wrong turn mishap.  That mishap gave me an adrenaline surge and I felt I climbed possessed up Mt Elden Lookout road to the final descent on Lower Oldham.  Walked up the last technical uphill climb of about 30 yards, then with the help of a stiff tailwind flew across the line.  Didn't know how I finished until later when results came up.  I ended up 2nd (behind a non-series racer) for the race and subsequently 1st overall in the series as John finished around 6th.  He told me at the awards that his tire had been rubbing the frame.  That's what's good AND bad about a series like this, you never know what's going to happen from race to race.


Grant and Colton Taylor did awesome, they did all the races but one and each finished second overall in their respective groups.   Husband and wife team Camoriano did well also with John taking second overall and Jennifer winning her classification.  Lance Runyan, Kam Reedy, and Kyle Reedy tore up the Semi-pro class and finished in that order in the final point standings.  Not sure how they finished overall but they must've been right there.


So that's about it, a roller coaster to be sure, but lots of fun.  This year I learned to have more patience and got to meet some great people.


Jim Auwen   May 18th 2008

Monday, May 19, 2008

Welcome to my little corner of earth life.

Hello, 

First blog. A big welcome to myself if no one else should read this.

Jim