As promised, here is Part 2 of last weekend's racing excitement, Part 1 can be found here.
Racing was not done for the weekend, even after Saturday's adventure. We drove straight back to Belgium after the race and prepared for the next event, GP Stad Roeselare. This race was completely different from Omloop van Borsele, mainly the course profile showed some elevation change! There were nine climbs on the course profile, including the famous Kemmelberg cobbled climb. It averages 11% and pitches to 20%, making for a very steep ascent. With girls swerving left and right, you really want to stay upright and on your bike because running is not much fun.
Racing was not done for the weekend, even after Saturday's adventure. We drove straight back to Belgium after the race and prepared for the next event, GP Stad Roeselare. This race was completely different from Omloop van Borsele, mainly the course profile showed some elevation change! There were nine climbs on the course profile, including the famous Kemmelberg cobbled climb. It averages 11% and pitches to 20%, making for a very steep ascent. With girls swerving left and right, you really want to stay upright and on your bike because running is not much fun.
photo credit: Kris Claeye The Kemmelberg |
I awoke Sunday morning to the blazing sun in my eyes. My
first reaction was to be annoyed, but wait, sun- not rain- sun!
The sun does shine in Belgium (occasionally) |
However I was once again fooled by the weather. Race start
times in Europe are quite relaxed for the most part. It is highly unusual to
start a stage before noon, and even that is pretty early. Of course the clouds
started rolling in as we showed up to the start. Sheets of relentless rain soon
followed. I just sat in the van suffering horrible flashbacks of yesterday’s
experience, and piecing together how to render myself completely rain and wind proof.
Thankfully the rain let up before the start. But having learned a lesson
yesterday, still insisted on racing with my leg warmers, long gloves and a rain
jacket for good measure.
photo credit: Kris Claeye Warm in all my clothing on the far left |
I was pretty toasty after about 10 minutes of racing and covering early
attacks. The rest of the peloton must have felt the same way because everyone was quickly pealing off layers. An Australian was allowed to ride off the front, and the
pack assumed a steady pace, the race would happen on the climbs
starting 30 km in. This first part was very dangerous in the pack since the
roads were slick from rain. I experienced this first hand when I slid out first
wheel through a corner. There are many things I am thankful for concerning this crash #1. Nobody ran into me #2. My extra rain
layers and slick road minimized any road rash #3. Didn’t even have to chase
back on since I crashed at the front and the pack was 200 riders deep. Fortunately I was back on the bike
in no time, and really more embarrassed than anything.
Photo credit: Kris Claeye On the Kemmelberg |
Back on my bike and in the peloton, it was time again to
focus. Needed to make it to the front before the climbs. A crash right before
the climbs at a round about sent me chasing again, making it to the main bunch right
before the Kemmelberg appeared. I felt strong climbing and weaved through
riders swerving left and right. Fans lined up on the climb gave helpful pushes to those who had veered off course. Cresting the top of
the climb, I found that I was with a small group of riders just off of the
front selection. Since Joelle had made the first group, Denise and I were happy
to let others work to bridge the gap. It took a little while, but we did
finally reconnect with the front group. I was just getting comfortable and into
a rhythm, when suddenly either the girl in front of me braked too hard, or I
braked too late approaching a corner. Either way, I suddenly turned into a ping-pong
ball, bouncing off riders left and right, and finally flew head first into a
mud and water filled Belgian ditch, how lovely!
I was very thrown off by this crash. Two crashes in one day?
I hadn’t even crashed yet this season. I guess everyone has off days.
I pulled myself and my bike out of the ditch to assess the
damage. My brake lever was definitely pointing 180 degrees in the wrong
direction. Hmm it appeared quite broken. Neutral rolled up and checked it out,
somehow they managed to put it in its initial place. I was convinced it was
broken and would need a new bike. They told me to keep riding and the car would
eventually come, then off they sped leaving me in the middle of a field.
The unfortunate part about hilly races and racing on small
roads, is that the caravan can end up really far back when the race splits up.
They barrage the cars so that dropped riders cannot draft the cars to get back
on. I started riding alone and pretty frustrated. However, upon testing my
shifter, I discovered that it still worked! It wasn’t the
easiest thing to operate with a broken shifter, but it would have to do..brakes
only slow you down anyways.
I was soon caught by the second large group. I was frustrated riding with this group, thinking that the race was
up the road and I really couldn’t be much help to the team in this position. In an unusual
turn of events, my group actually caught back onto to the first
group, looked like I could actually be of some help! Upon joining this group, I was informed that a group of three riders were now up the road with a very large lead, they would stay away until the end. Annemiek van Vleuten was the champion of the day.
photo credit: Kris Claeye Bunch sprint for 4th, won by Bronzini |
The race finished with three very technical circuits winding
through a city. Rhae and Denise did a good job
covering and attacking through the circuits. I started to feel the effects of
crashing twice, and didn’t feel too confident operating my broken brake lever
through the tight corners. I was determined to make it up to the front by the
end to help Joelle with the sprint for 4th. It was a bit chaotic
navigating the final kilometers. No teams had a solid lead out set up, so all
the sprinters jockeyed for position. I ended up on the front with 2 km to
go, but was overtaken out of the corner. In the mess I lost Joelle and hoped
she found a good wheel. A final corner took us to 300 m to go on a slight
uphill drag. I finished 8th in the bunch, for 12th
overall. Still have much to learn, but feel more comfortable fighting for position coming into those big bunch sprints.
Next stop is Luxembourg this weekend for the Festival Luxembourgeois du cyclism feminin Elsy Jacobs, a three day stage race (prologue + 2 road races). I love Luxembourg so it should be a good time!