On Saturday, Tony C., Case H. and I went down to compete in the Sherman Park Crit in the masters 4/5, 30+/40+. The day started off with perfect 75 degree temps and the course is an 1 1/2 car lane, 1mile, oval/circle that is sheltered in the middle of a city park.
As safety zealot, I choose to do this race as the course looked safe (no hard turns) and it was a Master's Race, so it had the right ingredients to be a good race...
It was well organized and run on time and at the start looked like a full field (70-ish riders). My plan this race was going to be simply to sit-in and enjoy life in the peleton and cover moves where necessary.
The course was littered with small imperfections in the road and the starter did a good job at informing people to be careful and hold their lines when approaching these imperfections while in the peleton. I'm not sure if guys were paying attention to this important announcement, and the starter may as well been whistling in the wind as no one heeded his advice. The race was dangerous in the peleton as everyone was swerving and moving to avoid these minor imperfections...it was crazy.
I should have known better and moved to attack off the front to avoid these moves in the back...
Crash. 10 minutes into the ride, 1 knucklehead in front of me tried to swerve in the middle of the peleton and hit the guy on his left. Both go down. Me, moving at 25+ mph with no where to go, and despite my best efforts to "protect my front wheel" smacks into one of the guys on the ground. Next thing I know, I remember seeing a few stars and awake on my back on my bike. I was probably out for a few seconds, but have no recollection of hitting the pavement or how I got there.
My big mistake was not collecting myself. I immediately got to my feet, looked down to make sure all body parts were still in tact. I put my chain back on and my brain screamed "GO"! So after the peleton I chased. (Doh! I should have stopped to get my free lap, but I think that i was still in shock of crashing and couldn't believe that it happened to me!)
After a number of laps by myself in hopeless desperation to catch the group, my shoulder started hurting. I looked back and realized that I had ripped my Jersey and with a nasty bloody gash on my shoulder. I've never quit a race and decided that I would ride on and at least make a good workout of the time remaining. Eventually, the peleton caught me and passed me. I snuck onto to back to catch a breath.
Boom. In front of me to the left was another nasty crash. I moved right and narrowly avoided this crash. Geez, guys be careful... I remember thinking.
Bang. As I moved right to avoid the previous crash, 10 feet in front of me was yet ANOTHER crash. Swerving further right and onto the grass, I escaped the third crash of the day, coming to a complete stop.
I hit the gas and caught back onto the rear of the peleton just to finish the race, and since I was lapped, my place didn't matter, but this was ridiculous in the number of crashes. Frankly, I thought Master's races were intended for people that have raced before. I can guarantee that MANY of today's riders had no idea how to behave in a peleton and shouldn't have been in this masters race.
That being said, this is bike racing and it happens (though it shouldn't!). My helmet was cracked (as I landed on my head), jersey torn, and my gash was 1/2 inch away from my collar bone (whew! and least I'll live to fight the battle another day). There were, however, a number of guys that were banged up from this race including the older guy from Albertos (a very nice guy that many of us have raced with in the past) whom they needed to call an ambulance for. I hope he is okay.
The good news of the day, Tony won a prim -- a fancy pair of socks which I'm sure he'll be donning soon. Nice work Tony.
Hope you guys did much better at Horribly Hilly!
