Boston College Cycling


The day the carbon died by dpnation
05/05/2009, 10:12 AM
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So the grand finale took place at State College, PA for the ECCC Championships. In our most lopsided showing yet, four ladies (Amanda, Chelsea, Dana & Jaime) and Chris made the long haul to Penn State. Big Pimpin, indeed. Goal for the weekend: don’t draft off Delaware.

Saturday can generally be considered a bust. We should’ve taken a hint when Google Maps and Garmin had no idea that I-99 was a completely new highway with no exits. Chris’ bad luck continued when another rider took out him and a handful of other D riders, and to top things off, the carbon broke. RIP, Barbara Anne.

The women’s road race had less carnage but a showing of EPIC stupidity. A truck decided to park itself in front of the finish line while racers were sprinting in. When you’re flying in at 25+ and trying to beat others to the line, the last thing you want to see is a PARKED TRUCK in the middle of the road (and a yellow line rule forcefully in effect). I had to hit the brakes and lost out on what would have been an awesome sprint showdown.

It’d be one thing if I was the 50th person coming in, by myself, and traffic was back on the roads. This was the TOP TEN. In the championship race. Absolutely unacceptable. Why no officials or anyone in the area made it get out of the way is beyond me. To top things off, when the truck finally moved, they gave me the finger as they went by. You know, cause I haven’t been busting my butt for the last hour and you didn’t just ruin my sprint finish, ability to place higher and last cycling race ever, I was clearly in the wrong. You stay classy, Penn State. Epic. Fail. [/rant]

Chelsea and Amanda in the Women's B Crit

With BA out of commission, Chris took up the role as team photographer and man-servant for the Women’s B’s in Sunday’s crit. With crappy staging, the race was almost over before it started. A bunch of us got stuck behind people who haven’t figured out how to clip in yet, and in typical Women’s B fashion, the front part took off from the start.

The course itself was fun and fast but difficult to bridge a significant setback from the start. There was even some pacelining in Women’s B!? One thing we still haven’t figured out yet, is when you are switching off on pulls, if you jump back in the middle rather than go to the back of the group, the people in the back aren’t ever going to make it to the front to pull. People are more than happy to pull, but you gotta let them get up there to do it.

My chase group finally got in sight of the front group of 5 with two laps to go, but it was still too far to bridge, so we had our own sprint finish (sans truck) and I got 7th. Which, for the record, means that I’ve finished this season with no crashes (albeit two close calls) or broken bones. VICTORY!

Back to reality: finals, projects, pending unemployment..

Also: this is unrelated.. but after perusing the final standings of the ECCC, I’m confused how a girl from Kutztown scores points in Women’s A in Columbia Crit (10th) then won the Philly RR in Women’s B a couple weeks later? How did she get to downgrade after scoring points in A’s? Or more importantly, why the sandbagging?

Linkage:
Women’s B Crit pics
Results – Road Race, Crit, Overall ECCC standings
And don’t forget to vote in the ECCC end of the season survey

Not sure when or where the end of season gathering is but I vote Thursday. At somewhere that isn’t my apartment.

-Dana



Easter = torrential downpours + hills + free porn by dpnation
04/12/2009, 8:35 PM
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Coming at ya, your always punctual and better spelling blogging cyclist, Le Prep. This weekend was Yale’s Lux et Velocitas. Our now regular home away from home one-upped its previous visits, not only with its proximity to wings, but also the fact that the girls room inexplicably had free porn the whole weekend. Now maybe our reaction was a bit overboard (shrieking and fleeing from the room in horror), but what can I say, we are classy broads who prefer pillow fights and giggling over gossip in hotels instead.

Saturday’s races were more like a triathlon with the swimming and cycling disciplines combined. Does Oakley sell sunglasses with wipers? Target Market: cyclists riding during the month of April in the northeast. Trust me, I’m an MBA.

After pizza and a cannoli (we tried to go to Pepe’s but were denied in our quest to feed 9 people at once), we came upon the greatest license plate ever. (Although, this one is pretty good too, but we didn’t see it in person.)

Sunday’s crit actually saw the sun and some tornado-like windgusts (Northeastern’s tent took off like a kite), but it was a massive improvement given the appearance of the sun, so we’ll take it. Which brings us to our next topic:

Attn: Women’s B:

The hazards of Womens B

The hazards of Women's B (pic stolen from Columbia)

1) What the heck happened on turn 5? My favorite person to draft off of (if she’s showered) suffered some massive carnage and doesn’t remember a thing. Anyone see what happened? (My buddy has percocet right now, so she won’t be mad.. she’s just curious. I know, just what we need.. another Ivy Leaguer on prescription painkillers..). In the meantime, I guess I’ll have to make those first-lap breaks solo. Anyone with details can hit me up on Facebook or if you’re the paranoid type, leave an anonymous comment below.

2) An addendum to the previous PSA post: If you have spent the last two weekends getting yelled at by numerous other B riders about your inability to corner in a crit, maybe you should take note take a freakin hint. I’m sure some Columbia riders would be happy to name a name, but hopefully this passive aggressive request will be heeded. Until then, know that those angry glares really are being directed towards you.

There should be pics from Sunday making their way to the interwebs soon, but in the meantime you can occupy yourself by checking out the Washington Post’s 3rd annual Peeps contest. Note that #29 uses bicycle parts.

Next week we head to Dartmouth’s L’Enfer du Nord (not to be confused with the real L’Enfer du Nord). But hey, we’re totally cool with a road race sans cobblestones. Happy to leave that one to the pros.

– Dana



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.



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



Small Wonder by chrisrak

By Chris:

Delaware Weekend Recap:

So our funding being pretty tight we were not able to send the entire squad down to the first state but a lucky few of us schemed our way down to that small wonder, using fake names, stolen identities, and zipties. Miraculously the trip to Delaware was 2 hours shorter than the trip to NYC last weekend. But alas we did not stay in our beloved Piscataway. The trip down did teach us many things like how Karl can do more with zip-ties than McGiver. Also on the trip certain team members formed a new dynamic to their relationship due to shared love of chicken fingers and disgust due to peecups. This also came close to changing one of their nicknames. Some more spectacular and riviting conversation ensued until we finally got to the Small Wonder, yes that is what the sign said not First State but Small Wonder, mreh.

We arrived rather early for the first race where many legendary lines were said highlighted by “That’s lady butt”. The lady’s rolled out bright and early and the eagletteshad a very strong race both finishing in the top 10. Dana finishing 7th and Chelsea “Hooters”Amenqual finishing 9th.  Next our Men’s C contigent rolled out with Karl “Critter” Honerlaw getting the only male points of the weekend, stealing 12th from his chase group companions. Chris “Unleaded” Rakovic recieved a well deserved butt whooping, well deserved because his choice of riding horses instead of concentrating on training gave him the wrong kind of legs, not sure what legs he brought but they were the wrong ones.  Also living up to the original moniker of Captian Crash, although it was barely a crash it still counted. After the Men’s C race, Hooters came by and showed off her and Dana’s new purchase, the weekend shirt. I have one bone to pick with the shirt, I mean it is cool and all and I completely applaud any extra cycling apparel you can get but if you look closely at the shirt the person on the bike is not riding a rode bike which is absolutely obvious due to the lack of drops on the bike.

Sunday brought the only true critique, or I guess you would call it a complaint, which is that I wish if at all possible that Sundayonly have one race.  Don’t get me wrong I loved both the time trial and the crit course but I wish that the TT was on saturday, just to make traveling a little easier. But that being said I am sure there were legit reasons for the two races being on sundayand they were good enough to make up for the late hour at which we made it back to The Heights.  The women both partook in the greatness that is the race of truth with Hooters coming in 9th. They arrived back to Captain Crash warming up and decided that throwing pink streamers in the back of his polar jacket would be a good idea, but alas it fell into his spokes almost killing him, it also sounded like a puncture and completely freaked me the creep out. The time trial was better than the road race for Capt Crash.

The crit was an amazing catastrophe, by that I mean it was amazing but it also had some unfortunate events. The women’s B race happened to hold the most unfortunate of events, which was the some pedestrians walked in front of the pace motorcycle and caused him to crash. This stopped the race and delayed it quite a bit it may have changed the race. This may have worked in our favor due to the fact Dana scooped up 3rd in the race almost edging out an A racer in the process.

The Men’s C critwas a less fun adventure, both of the racers feeling defeated and not being able to finish the race made the first few minutes of the car ride back less than enjoyable.

This recap is over fools.



Columbia/Stevens Recap by dpnation

Another semi-decent weather weekend down in Dirty Jersey! Temps hit the 50’s and the races were rain free. Karl, Dana, Matt and Chris all scored points this weekend. Matt also got a fancy beard trimmer for silky smooth legs. Allan unretired from collegiate cycling and competed in the Men’s 3/4 and B races. Columbia lied about having food vendors at the race. Amanda celebrated her Friday the 13th birthday by doing body shots off Applebee’s hottest waiter. And I consumed approximately 400 calories in cough drops in two days (where’s the low-cal option? Two words: White. Spandex.)

Results from the Columbia Crit at Grant’s Tomb are here.
Results from the Stevens Crit can be found here.


Ever wonder what happens during an all-girls slumber party? Trust me, there are no pillow fights with those sketchy Motel 6 linens. Here’s what you missed:

“It’s more fun to tell people they’re wrong.” –Amanda
“Maybe that’s why you have no friends.” -Susie

chelseas real talent

Magic eye according to Chelsea

“I am so good at those magic eye things. Like oh, a planet. Oh, a chicken finger.” -Chelsea

“When you say vacuum it looks like I love you.” -Amanda
“Don’t you mean olive juice?” -Jaime

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve sprayed Febreze in the air and walked through it.” -Chelsea
[Jaime walks into the room and hears the topic of Febreze being discussed]
[Condescending tone] “So in high school I totally knew this girl who used to use Febreze as a perfume.” -Jaime, unaware of Chelsea’s previous statement

“Where do baby carrots come from?” -Jaime
Answer: Thank you Wikipedia. Naturally, the next question was how baby corn was made. Again, Wiki knows all.

Columbia/Stevens

Pics are on the way. If you took any from this weekend (ahem, Arjun and Karl), please upload to Facebook and/or Picasa.

– Dana