Boston College Cycling


Sometimes it’s a compliment by chrisrak

By Chris

The Army Cycling Classic is by far one of the most anticipated races all season for your Cycling Eagles. This is just as much because the brutality of the races as because the fact that we normally have some epic crashes at West Point, including The Prep’s broken wing and Capt. Crash shredding his kits and giving the ECCC a little more to see than most people would have liked, not to mention the shame of all shames from two years ago that will not be mentioned in this public arena. The Critter and I drove down separately and in silence so nothing will be said about the insanity that must have been the van ride down. At dinner we learned that Amanda “The People’s Champ” Feirstein looks at the brighter side of everything, and I mean everything.  Firefly was in rare form all weekend, one fun fact that we learned about her was her favorite office supply.

Saturday morning we woke up late for cyclist times because as a team we are weak sauce and do not have any TTT teams. On the way to the race we saw one of the most bad ass street signs I have ever seen, mostly because it said Cyclist on the road. Our first race to roll out was the Men’s D, the race went pretty well for BC and Chris “Diesel” Rakovic ended up in 11th. Next up was the debut race of Ryan “Phelps” Distefano in his intro category race, in which he finished 7th.  After his race he said in complete exhaustion and I quote and by quote I mean make up because he is most likely a mute at least we have yet to hear him say a word “That was most definitely the most intense and difficult athletic competition I have ever been in, I don’t care if I am a varsity ACC athlete. Bicycle racing is the sport of god’s and I am glad to finally have manned up and participated in something worth while for once”  Now he probably didn’t think this but he should have. Next up Karl “Critter” Hornerlaw rolled out with the C field, he road very well on a slow leak but in the last lap with pretty good position going into the climb his legs could no longer pump enough to drag that mostly deflated tire to the top of the climb in the front of the pack. The Women’s B field was our largest field per usual this season, which I totally do not get but I guess that’s not a bad thing? The General and Arjun went to the hill to cheer on the ladies. I am pretty sure that most if not all of the Women’s B field no hates or abhors us. The girls all raced well with Dana in the front pack and Chelsea “Hoots” finishing in the second chase group.

We went back to the Amazing 8, yep it was better that super, and watched what we shall call my all time favorite cycling movie. Then off to dinner which was not mexican which we all wanted, but instead we went to a quaint little Italian place with a fancy window which we were able to watch a nice little show.

The Hill Climb began with BC and the Critter hitting the road hard. Next the General hit the road and during the climb some how pulled off bending his rear derailleur hanger. The ladies attacked the road next, with Hoots eating the road for breakfast and coming home with 11th. The crit was up next, our Men’s D just couldn’t position themselves correctly and finished worse than they had hoped. Karl “The Critter” Hornerlaw had a pretty good race, and even got himself a prime point. The Ladies were up next and let me get out of the way Dana (8) and Chelsea (15) did great in the race. Now we can talk about all anyone really cares about the success of “The People Champ” Amanda “Don’t Call me Frankenstein” Feirstein. Amanda tore through that crit like Sherman to Atlanta to steal a phrase from an old high school football coach. Firestone after the race said that if it were not for all the training.

Alright so this blog is really late, and pretty sub-par, but KELLY RIPPA.

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BC Cycling: Powered by Cheese Wiz by dpnation

The team headed down to my old stomping grounds this past weekend, the ‘iladelph. Of course, fate would have it that my beloved Wildcats were playing at the Garden and took out #2 Dook and #1 Pitt for a trip to the FINAL FOUR!

Yeah yeah, enough about my undergraduate institution — God wants me to be poor and well educated, hence why I’m at BC now. But I must give credit to Officer Rick’s van driving school my junior year for the safe and super efficient (5.5 hours including two stops) Philly-Bos trip. Everything went off without a hitch, with exception of Amanda the Liar playing the license plate game while the rest of the van (excluding the driver) unknowingly slept in the back.

your fearless van driver

your fearless van driver

Onto the races..

The race season weather has been atypically phenomenal, so balance was restored in the universe by raining both days in Philly.

The circuit/road race (apparently they couldn’t decide what it actually was) yielded points for two in Women’s B: Dana in 10th and Chelsea in 14th. Karl scooped up 22nd in Men’s C and newbie Andrew came in at 29th. Results can be found here.

After the Saturday race, the team commenced its eating tour of Philly foods. After hours of practice, I deemed most team members competent enough to order a cheesesteak from Pat’s without getting sent to the back of the line and/or shot. Chelsea wisely decided not to inquire about their vegetarian options.

Not water ice

Not water ice

We then proceeded to Rita’s where most of the team was too scared of eating authentic water ice and opted for custard instead (still, a solid choice). Unfortunately, I am blogging at work and unable to download pictures of said event, so I am substituting it with a picture of the delicious cannoli that I had at dinner instead.

Then having a moment of food remorse, we decided to go run the Rockie steps in hopes of  preventing our arteries from closing off entirely. Susie the Deliquent took photos, but gave up Facebook for Lent, so check back in a couple weeks and we’ll have some pics of yours truly dominating the stair race (years of running stadiums for crew practice finally paid off). Due to imminent exploding, we were not able to make it to Great Harvest or the other hundred food eateries I frequented at ‘Nova.

Sunday’s crit was flat and rainy, only for the sun to come out as we packed up the van to leave. Charles managed to make it through the crit only after 923046 tubes (good thing Arjun works at IBC and can score a few thousand more for spares).

The Women’s B crit had a few near-misses, but everyone emerged unscathed. I got so many compliments on my Slipstream armwarmers this weekend, maybe they will forget that I’m that b!tch who keeps attacking in races. And look, my first finishing photo. Some ho-bag from Harvard edged me out in the sprint (hi, Anne!) and I took 5th.

The Men’s C crit had Karl in 18th, Andrew in 25th, and Susie winning the 100m dash to the pit. Full crit results are here.

En summary: cheesesteaks + Tastykakes + turkey jerkey = cycling success

Sorry, one more time:

Next weekend is Army, the place where my bone structure failed me. RSVP here.

-Dana