Gran Fondo Leavenworth - by Dwaine

I had confidence in my fitness going into this year's GFL. I had confidence in my race strategy and how it is dictated by the geography of the course. I had confidence I could finally set a new personal record around this eighty mile sufferfest of a race.

From a high level the course is pretty easy to generalize. Three thousand feet of climbing, descend down to the Columbia river, three thousand feet of climbing, and then descend back to the start. But the details of those climbs and descents create strategic opportunities for those of us who care to find them. I've done this route enough times to think I understood where all the seconds could be shaved. I was wrong.

The temperatures were mild. I started with arm warmers and a vest over my summer kit. The neutral roll out was pretty lax and I drifted back a bit to avoid the surging near the front. As we approached Eagle Creek road I moved near the front to hear the 'toot toot' of Jake's BMW GS1150 indicating the race was on. The pace of the lead group remained in my wheelhouse well past the turn onto gravel.

When the pitch really increased I dialed into a wattage I hoped I could hold to the top. This meant I dropped out of the lead group and then saw quite a few riders roll past. The gravel climb is about 45 minutes. By the half way point I was content as my legs were feeling good and I was still holding my power target.

Adding to my confidence was the company I was keeping. I briefly chatted with two cross racers who I know to be strong. Craig Undem said 'Hi' as he went by early in the climb. And I was amazed to catch Ian Tubbs at about the half way point of the gravel climb. (Editors note: Until this day Dwaine had _never_ passed Mr. Tubbs in a competitive event.)

As I neared the top I noticed my front water bottle cage swaying side to side under loose screws. I moved its full bottle to my pocket. I did not have a 3mm allen wrench with me. I asked other riders if they could access their tools without stopping but none could oblige. I guessed and hoped that an empty cage could survive till the aid station in Entiat.

When I crested I felt good that I had nailed the pacing on this first climb. I went hard enough to hurt but not so hard I would fold on the Swakane Canyon climb later in the day.

The descent down NFS-5800 is always a bit hairball. The top half is fast and fun with some boulders sprinkled in. My confidence in the corners allowed me to pass a handful of riders in this section without having to burn any matches.

The bottom half of the descent is more open and is littered with tooth rattling stutter bumps. In all my years I've never figured out how to get through the stutter bumps well. My bike and I felt like the stutter bumps were at their worse this year. Although I didn't notice it till later, the shaking allowed the stem to rotate twenty degrees on the steerer.

When the descent smoothed out I noticed one water bottle cage screw has jumped ship leaving my cage and frame pump to rotate on the remaining screw. This was causing problems. I ripped the pump off it's mount which allowed me to pedal again. When I reached the pavement I took 30 seconds to remove the remaining screw and stow the cage in my pocket. And also kick my front wheel back into alignment with my bars.

Riding down to Entiat is best done with a group. As I completed the maintenance my new friend Christian caught me. He complimented my descending skill and then we immediately got to work. Christian was way stronger than me. But I kept taking the best turns I could. I expected we would get caught by a larger group. And we did. But not until we were most of the way to Entiat.

Ian Tubbs was leading a strong group of about eight riders. I was happy to be in the larger group. I wished they had caught us sooner. (Editors note: Mr. Tubbs passed Dwaine at this point and then extended his gap over Dwaine by another twelve minutes before the finish.)

One of the techniques I employed at GFL was to sprint into the aid station. This allowed me to fill my two bottles quickly and not miss the paceline train before it leaves. To my surprise I missed the train. Because most of the Tubbs group did not stop. My tactical mind was blown.

It turns out on a mild day GFL can be completed on two bottles and a hydration pack. Dwaine got schooled on aid station tactics.

Fortunately Christian also stopped for water so I wasn't riding the ten mile stretch of the Entiat Highway alone. He pulled hard and hoped to bring back the Tubbs group but they remained just out of reach. My pulls were satisfactory at best.

When we turned onto Swakane Canyon Road I complimented Christian on his strength and thanked him for his mighty pulls. I usually take a minute or two pedaling at endurance pace to reset after the highway. I also use this time to get some carbs and liquids in. I let Christian ride away and he put in a solid performance on Swakane to finish seven minutes ahead of me.

As I resumed the grind I was pleased to see some of the Tubbs group just a few minutes up the road. This gave me some motivation to get back on the pedals. For the next one hour I put my head down and ground down the miles. Where the trail was steep I pushed as hard as was necessary. Where the trail gradient was shallow I capped myself at tempo wattage. And I took tiny rests when the trail angled down.

I felt confident in my performance. Catching and passing Craig Undem on the Swakane Canyon climb added to that confidence.

When I reached the final aid station I filled one bottle. I had caught a few riders. Just as importantly I was still maintaining my power target.

After the aid station there is a short flat sectuer and then come the final 800 feet of climbing. This last climb was emotionally brutal. Despite what felt like a great ride on great legs I was ready to be done. I was in the hurt locker during that final push.

The roads of the descent back towards the finish had changed a bit since I saw them last. Many were more rutted. One section was way smoother. I kept the rubber side down and looked forward to being done.

As I reached the pavement I was joined by two other riders. They were not keen on pulling down the hill. After coasting down the long gravel descent my legs were ready to work again. I lead most of the way back to Chumstick highway before finally flicking the elbow. They were willing to do some work but not as willing as I was. Because I was racing the clock I took some extra pulls to get us there as quickly as possible. I pulled them to and through the final sketchy turn and then let them sprint for 22nd and 23. I was happy to straggle in for 24th.

At the line my Garmin indicated I was pretty close to a personal best time for this course. The finish results did not support that conclusion. Nor did my Strava segment times up the key climbs. My legs were good in 2024 but that wasn't enough. Because my legs must have been spectacular in 2021.

After a day of reflection I am both disappointed and satisfied with my ride. I did ride a solid race. But solid wasn't enough. If I really want to set a PR  it's time to look back and discover some of that 2021 training magic.

Tour de Bloom 2024 - by Dwaine

My training calendar for early 2024 was tailored to prepare me for this year's Tour de Bloom. TdB is a three day four race stage race held under the hopefully sunny skies of Wenatchee WA in early May. This year my team, Fell Swoop, registered four riders for the 50+ 3/4/5 category. At the last minute Jude called in sick and we raced as a team of three.


Tour de Bloom - Friday - Waterville Road Race

During our warmup for the first stage Jonas and Anthony and I discussed strategy. Our earlier plan of supporting Jude was out the window when we learned Jude was ill. Our new plan to was to look out for each other as best we could during this first stage while still maximizing our individual finish results.

The weather was warm enough for me to wear my Summer kit. But the winds were building from the South. Fortunately there was no rain in the forecast. Another important feature of our race was the combination of our 50+ 3/4/5 field with the 40+ and 60+ fields.

As soon as we hit the first East-West road we were more or less lined up against the yellow line. The pace was pretty hard. It only got harder and the field was falling apart. Every leg of the course that was East-West required fighting for the yellow paint or shoulders edge. I was just barely in touch with the lead group of fifteen or twenty when our race was neutralized to let one of the Women's fields go by. This allowed many that were dropped early to regain connection with the peleton. For a while, anyway.

The pace remained manageable for me until the beginning of the second lap. I think it was Landon Hanson drilling at the front. The field was unraveling from the rear and I eventually lost touch as well. It was somewhere during this time frame that Landon and three others in the 40+ field got completely away.

I certainly didn't want to ride solo from this point. I chose to stick to Greg Nichols as he was powerful on the flats and gave a good draft. Others joined us and we started working together. By the time we crested the high point of the course for the second time the group had grown to about ten. This group worked together for a short while until Greg slipped off the front with a 40+ rider. I was struggling to stay in the group and purposefully let Greg go.

Our group of eight was now the third group on the road and remained largely intact to the finish. I did not put in a proper sprint. Instead I let a few wheels go by as we approached 200 meters and then hopped on and drafted to the finish line. Unbeknownst to me I accidentally finished 3rd in my category.

When we returned to the rental house we learned of my third place result. This set me up as the most well positioned Fell Swooper on GC. I was two minutes behind Greg, two seconds behind Andrew Shirey, and about two and a quarter minutes up on the next four riders.


Tour de Bloom - Saturday A.M. - Time Trial

Two years ago I completed my first and only IRL time trial. That weekend I was supporting Jude and didn't need a solid TT time. This year the tables were turned and I _did_ need to find my best legs. On the drive to the T.T. venue I peppered Jonas and Anthony with questions about T.T. pacing strategy. They were patient and replied with thoughtful answers. Going too hard seemed like a larger risk than going too easy so I chose a moderate target wattage.

A day earlier, while prepping for the Waterville road race, Patrick Waters had meandered over to chat with me about my VW Vanagon. On Saturday morning he approached me again. This time to ask me why I wasn't at the podium and didn't pick up my six pack of beer. I failed to provide a reasonable answer.

The start of the TT contains a few rollers and I was forced to pace them by feel. Once onto the false flat I settled into my target wattage without problem. And I felt good. Over the course of the TT I slowly increased my effort. By the end I was pushing an additional ten watts over where I started and still rolling strong.

My finish position was not great at 14th of 23. Fortunately we were still third on GC. I lost time compared to most of the close competition but not enough to bump me out of the top three. This poor result was well balanced by my new found optimism. My legs were feeling great. During the TT I saw power numbers that I haven't seen in a long time.


Tour de Bloom - Saturday P.M. - Criterium

Two years ago I competed in my first ever criterim at TdB. I was a bundle of nerves. I should have been more comfortable this time around but the wet course introduced a new and difficult dimension to the race.

To calm my pre-race nerves I futzed around with getting ready for the race. I attempted to place my wheels in the pits only to be turned away twice. Apparently they didn't want to accept wheels until my race was starting. On my way back to the van I ran into the Ace the promoter. I told him a sad story about a nice man in his 50's who accidentally finished third and then failed to make it to the podium. He liked my story well enough and we were able to locate my missing six pake of Pale Ale.

With three classes lined up we had about 50 riders on the line. The start would be critical. I lined up on the inside and was lucky enough to be top fifteen coming out of the first corner.

For the first few laps my line choice for the downhill corner was a constant radius. Theoretically that line could have been both fast and efficient. But that line did not mix with the line chosen by the front of the peleton. Different riders on different lines was upping the chances of putting someone on the ground. I switched my line choice pretty quick to match the peleton.

For the first half of the race I stayed in the top ten or fifteen. It appeared that Greg Nichols was simply pulling the entire field around.

My goal for this stage was to finish with the lead group and stay upright. I ignored the prime laps. By mid race the peleton had dwindled to half its original size. It felt like we were looking at a group finish. The rain started coming a little harder. I was riding on the edge and could feel my tires moving a bit here and there. So I let myself drift to the back. Tail gunning reduced the chances I had ride the downhill corner with riders to my inside.

In the final laps Jonas offered his wheel. I declined. We were riding really aggressively in the rain and it felt like a crash was inevitable.

At the start of the final lap I nailed the uphill corner. Most riders were coasting early or braking to slow down enough to make the turn on the inside. Then they had to jump out of the saddle to get up the hill.

I found a better way. On some laps the peleton left some room on the right. When they did I could pedal up the right at 200 watts, swing WAY to the outside before the turn, and then swing around the outside with speed. This also allowed me a more shallow turn radius and a less steep lean angle. On the final lap I moved a good ways up the field in that one corner.

From there I tried to protected the left side so no riders could get inside of me on the final corner. As we approached the finish I just drafted the wheel in front of me. My result of seventh wasn't remarkable but it was exactly what we needed. With time bonuses being the only real change on GC, Fell Swoop was in a good position going into day three.


Tour de Bloom - Sunday - Plain Road Race

The later start on Sunday allowed us to get more rest and have a slow paced morning. We ate breakfast. I distributed Friday's prize beer. We even had time to write mini cheat sheets for our top tubes. These included the riders we knew we needed to watch and which teams they represented.

We talked a lot about strategy for the upcoming road race. The course was mostly flat and then finished at the top of a short climb. With three classes and a few really strong riders it was difficult to guess what scenarios might play out. After a few iterations we settled on a simple strategy. We wanted the group to stay together and then we would see what my climbing legs could do. This was a conservative strategy. In contrast to a break away, there was simply not that much time that could be gained or lost on the short final climb.

The first half lap was uneventful. I stayed far enough up front to keep an eye on our competition but never tasted any wind. A few riders from the 40+ group got antsy but we ignored them. Jonas had his eyes open for any 50+ riders with ideas but no serious attacks materialized.

Jonas knew the locations on the course any action might take place. The first of these was at the 180 degree turn around at the end of the lake.

At each of these locations Jonas would work to the front. I would respond by moving into a more forward position in preparation for the acceleration. Jonas then upped the pace and strung out the peleton to discourage any attacks. At each of the numerous corners or climbs or pinch points Jonas repeated this. And it seemed to work. There were no serious attacks being attempted.

The second lap was more of the same. Two 40+ riders went off the front for a while but were ignored. Jonas continued to patrol the front. Anthony rode near me most of the time and made sure I had a good wheel to follow. I moved up occasionally when I knew Jonas was about to up the pace.

As we neared the finish the group was still together. Jonas came back, picked up Anthony and I, and started working us forward. About a mile before the final climb Jonas got serious and moved us up the right shoulder. In the final quarter mile before the climb we were near the front when Jonas was forced to evade a swerving rider. Anthony pulled through and put the hammer down. His timing was perfect. He took over the lead of the peleton, with me glued to his wheel, just as the climb started.

Up to this point it felt a lot like Fell Swoop had ridden a perfect race. It was time for me to finish it.

Thirty seconds into the climb and I settled down to my target wattage. I was hoping to hold about 110% of my FTP for the seven minute climb. To my surprise about fifteen riders came around me. In the moment I assumed that some of them were excited and pushing too hard. I continued to hit my target wattage.

But the climb was finishing too quickly. Anthony came to me from behind to help pace me. When I saw the switchback, which indicated the halfway point, I knew my pacing was off. I added another twenty watts to my target and hoped for the best. But only a few riders were coming back to me. Anthony continued to pace me to the top. I was hurting. But not enough. The 200 meter sign took me by surprise. I still had matches to burn and I covered those final thirty seconds of climbing at 475 watts.

When I stopped at the top I felt sick with myself. I had under paced the climb substantially which threatened Fell Swoop's position on GC. Anthony assured me that it would be OK. And it was. My mistake cost us some seconds to most of my rivals. But not enough seconds to change the GC standings. Fell Swoop retained third on GC. Mission accomplished.

Back at the cars a couple prize beers from Friday were cracked and consumed. The three of us shared how well we worked as a team and how well we executed the day's plan. I told Jonas and Anthony how grateful I was for their efforts. They sacrificed their own results to make sure I had the best chance of keeping Fell Swoop in GC contention.

As I write this I am reminded, again, of how honored I feel to be part of a team that knows how to work as a team. Thanks, again, to Jonas and Anthony for a great weekend of racing.

Gran Fondo Ephrata 2024 - Dwaine

My race calendar included Gran Fondo Ephrata as a 'B' event. It fell at the right point in my training calendar to be a test of my fitness level as my May 'A' events drew near.

Anthony and Thomas and I hoped for a three man Fell Swoop gravel team time trial but Thomas' recent illness sank that plan. Anthony and I planned to stick together until at least the three devils at mile 60 and then see how the chips fell.

The course profile of Gran Fondo Ephrata starts with a kick to the face. The first climb starts just a few minutes into the race and lasts about fifteen minutes. Anthony felt more eager than I and he went up the road with another forty or so riders. I knew what I could tolerate and what I couldn't. I held just over 300 watts for that first sector of the climb.

A short paved descent connects the first and second climbing sectors. A rider near me was motivated to chase on the descent and I reluctantly joined the rotation. We quickly caught Anthony and a few other riders.

The second sector of the climb is paved, lasted a bit over 20 minutes, and Anthony chose a lower effort that allowed me to hold his wheel to the top. We crested onto the rolling gravel flats within a large group. It felt like victory to me. Last year I crested with a solid group but was so spent I couldn't hold the wheels at the top.

A mile later I was surprised when Anthony let me know he would drop off this group. I let him know I had to hold these wheels and hoped he wasn't too disappointed in my choice.When we started the gravel descent it became evident there were only two riders who weren't touching their brakes. I didn't get a name but I could always identify the other descender by his yellow hydration back pack. Every technical or steep bit found yellow pack man and I rolling to or off the front.

But rolling to or off the front was not where I wanted to be. I wanted to hide in the middle. Because riding at the front on this sector wasn't very friendly.

Our group had grown to about 20 riders. Five of them were motivated to take turns pulling down the loose gravel of Baird Springs road. One of the five was pretty vocal about his wishes. I did occasionally join the five and take a few short pulls but that was not enough to prevent the ire nor verbal abuse from the most vocal of the five.

At another interesting moment I was riding third wheel. The rider in second slowed a bit and I overlapped to his left. I put my hand on his hip to let him know of my presence. When he finished his pull he barked 'Keep your hands on the bars!'. I was speechless. He barked again so I responded with a cheery 'You betcha' while looking straight ahead, taking my pull, and trying to hide my eye roll.

Fortunately the demeanor of the group improved when we reached the pavement. At least half of us were taking pulls and the train was moving along nicely. We also picked up a few stragglers.

At the mile 40 aid station our group split with about fifteen of us skipping the aid station and starting right into the false flat of Palisades road. It took a mile or two of coaxing but soon enough every rider was participating in a rotating paceline. Fifteen strong riders made for light work and we were at the base of the Three Devils before we knew it.

The Three Devils is a series of gravel climbs that come 60 miles into the 85 mile race. This is where pacelines and comaraderie often go out the window and it's every climber for themself.

A few riders expressed their exasperation about the first pitch of the Devils. I hadn't spoken much to my fellow riders up to this point and decided to break my silence with a joke. I shouted "We'll regroup at the top, right?" and received a hearty round of laughter. The laughter faded quickly as the climbing took it's toll. I dug deep and was about the fifth rider to crest.

 

 

 

By the second pitch the strongest climbers had reformed to a group of eight. Every rider, myself included, knew the importance of finishing these climbs in company. When the final climb was finished we still had a strong group of eight riders and went right back into rotation.

As we approached the final aid station at mile 64 I started the water stop strategy conversation. Except there was no conversation. Every other rider planned to skip the aid station. One rider pointed out I had an extra bottle in my back pocket. True. But I wasn't sure it was enough. Another rider said my third bottle would be plenty to get me to the finish. Maybe. A third rider said we were most of the way to the finish and the remainder of the race would be easy. Definitely Not.

At mile 67 we were back onto gravel and at mile 69 the wheels began to loosen. Three riders quietly dropped off the back. Implosion occured at mile 72.The two strongest riders rode off the front. Rachel was riding third wheel and I was fourth. I quickly shared with her that the two going up the road were too strong for me and that I would rather stick with her and Zak instead of trying to bring the two stronger riders back. We made just one more rotation before Zak took a strong downhill pull and Rachel lost connection.

Once the dust had settled I shared with Zak that he was stronger than me. I wouldn't be able to help much until we got to the pavement. He was OK with that. I did take one short pull but mostly I rode his wheel and kept my legs spinning.

During this sector we were sharing the course with the Medio riders. I recognized Mike G as we approached and yelled 'Hey Mike G' and flashed him a shaka as we rode past. Then I immediately put both hands back on the bars.

The final gravel climb is not too steep nor too long. But our legs were pretty spent by the time we arrived. To my surprise Zak said he was 'done'. I shared my prediction that he would reconnect once back to pavement. He did. For the final paved run into the finish Zak did the majority of the work. I was quick to let him know I appreciated his work and wouldn't fight him for finish position. We finished without drama in positions 32 and 33.

My finish time for the 2024 Gran Fondo was a personal best and five minutes faster than my previous PB. I was really happy with my performance. And I was truly wrecked. My legs hurt too much for a cool down ride. I was walking crooked. I left everything I had on the gravel roads in and around Ephrata Washington.

In the hours that followed I evaluated what I did well this year. In summary I think I simply avoided the big mistakes. I stayed within my own means on the first climb. I worked the hardest when it was in service of staying with other strong riders. I worked in the pacelines to show my commitment but never more than I could sustain to the finish. I came prepared with enough food and water to have freedom to choose my stops. And, when it mattered most, I kept my hands on the fucking handlebars.