Monday, September 29, 2008

Phelps Cyclocross Report



On Saturday I raced the Phelps School Cyclocross race in Malvern, PA. It was a well put together race and a great venue. Its a shame that not many people showed up. Hopefully next year more will come out.

It was a nice course. Not very technical, but had a very tricky off-camber turn that was basically a giant U-Turn on the side of a hill. Mix in a little bit of rain, mud, and shitty brakes packed full of grass clippings and you have a teeth clenching experience.

The Men's B race started pretty fast as it was going to be a fight to the first turn which was more than 90 degrees and off camber. I wiped out in the last turn on the first lap and as I rolled onto my back I saw Woody go by and knew I had to get my ass back in gear. If you know Woody, you know the guy has a 1km sprint, so you have to go with him or lose him.

Half way through lap two I had caught Woody and we worked together and started putting some time into any chasers. We had a solid 40 second gap by lap 4 and knew we would go 1-2 as long as we stayed upright. I was stronger up the run ups and climbs (I think), but Woody was much stronger on the long flat sections.
So last lap I would not come around Woody and was planning to hammer the final climb, but Woody hammered the shit out of the long flat section and dropped me. The guy has a motor. Kind of annoying to be dropped on a flat section. WTF? If you look at the HR file above, you'll see my HR didn't go any higher in the finish - I was toast when he attacked. Anyway, I came in like 10 seconds behind Woody for 2nd place and a minute ahead of the next finisher.



I have to work on my facial expressions when I race.

I developed a cramp in my left hamstring during the race and figured I might as well ensure I can't walk the next day, so I entered the A race. Plus there were only 9 guys in it. I finished 6th and got $10!

Friday, September 26, 2008

Um. Yes.

White Privilege

from: http://www.redroom.com/blog/tim-wise/this-your-nation-white-privilege-updated

By Tim Wise

For those who still can’t grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll “kick their fuckin' ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”


White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s--while if you're black and believe in reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), you're a dangerous and mushy liberal who isn't fit to safeguard American institutions.


White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.


White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto is “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.


White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college and the fact that she lives near Russia, you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.


White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”


White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.


White privilege is when you can take nearly twenty-four hours to get to a hospital after beginning to leak amniotic fluid, and still be viewed as a great mom whose commitment to her children is unquestionable, and whose "next door neighbor" qualities make her ready to be VP, while if you're a black candidate for president and you let your children be interviewed for a few seconds on TV, you're irresponsibly exploiting them.

White privilege is being able to give a 36-minute speech in which you talk about lipstick and make fun of your opponent, while laying out no substantive policy positions on any issue at all, and still manage to be considered a legitimate candidate, while a black person who gives an hour speech the week before, in which he lays out specific policy proposals on several issues, is still criticized for being too vague about what he would do if elected.

White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.


White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.


White privilege is being able to go to a prestigious prep school, then to Yale and Harvard Business School (George W. Bush), and still be seen as an "average guy," while being black, going to a prestigious prep school, then Occidental College, then Columbia, and then Harvard Law, makes you "uppity" and a snob who probably looks down on regular folks.

White privilege is being able to graduate near the bottom of your college class (McCain), or graduate with a C average from Yale (W.), and that's OK, and you're still cut out to be president, but if you're black and you graduate near the top of your class from Harvard Law, you can't be trusted to make good decisions in office.

White privilege is being able to dump your first wife after she's disfigured in a car crash so you can take up with a multi-millionaire beauty queen (who you then go on to call the c-word in public) and still be thought of as a man of strong family values, while if you're black and married for nearly 20 years to the same woman, your family is viewed as un-American and your gestures of affection for each other are called "terrorist fist bumps."

White privilege is when you can develop a pain-killer addiction, having obtained your drug of choice illegally like Cindy McCain, go on to beat that addiction, and everyone praises you for being so strong, while being a black guy who smoked pot a few times in college and never became an addict means people will wonder if perhaps you still get high, and even ask whether or not you may have sold drugs at some point.

White privilege is being able to sing a song about bombing Iran and still be viewed as a sober and rational statesman, with the maturity to be president, while being black and suggesting that the U.S. should speak with other nations, even when we have disagreements with them, makes you dangerously naive and immature.

White privilege is being able to say that you hate "gooks" and "will always hate them," and yet, you aren't a racist because, ya know, you were a POW, so you're entitled to your hatred, while being black and noting that black anger about racism is understandable, given the history of your country, makes you a dangerous bigot.

White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism and an absent father is apparently among the "lesser adversities" faced by other politicians, as Sarah Palin explained in her convention speech.

And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…


White privilege is, in short, the problem.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Waste of time...

Having to sit at work while a model cranks away on a database, even though you worked overtime the night before manually getting data from a 10 Million + line database, just so it doesn't look bad that you "left early" is really retarded. Its a waste of time. Its a waste of morale. Its just a waste. And there are few things I hate more than waste.

Its 4:20- shouldn't I be out riding instead of watching the clouds go by? I mean I'm getting paid to do nothing right now anyway.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Where was the money when.....

Where was the $700 BILLION to rebuild our schools (you know there are still poor public schools that don't have running water or indoor bathrooms?)? Where was the $700 BILLION to fix our crumbling infrastructure? All the sudden Wall Street need an ass load of money to fix problems it created by being run by a bunch of pompous dicks, and Voila! The money is there.

Could you imagine if they have found $700 BILLION to fix education? Holy shit. We may actually have a good education system that is fair and educates children from poor areas just as well as kids from rich areas (this is why property tax funding of school districts is retarded and a perfect tool for keeping the less privileged in that position).

Now, I do understand the effect of not bailing them out. Its going to put a lot of people out of business right down to your local Amish furniture maker (well maybe not them - they have wealth in land). But you get the point.

I'm torn. Do we bail these assholes out in the hopes of protecting non-assholes who got hurt a long the way? Will it really put the economy back on the right track? Or do we let these companies and the people who made stupid risks, deceived people about the depth of the risk, and people who bought things they could never afford go under and let the market take care of it? If we truly go laissez-faire, the market will adjust and correct the loss of these giants. In a free market, you do need some failures to clean the market of shit. Its painful, takes time, and some people will get hurt (ruined), but in the long run, its the safest way to a well functioning market.

Hopefully the new FBI probe of Fannie, Freddie, Lehman, and AIG will expose lots of nasty shit so we can start clearing some of the feces out of the ranks of the people who really run this country- CEOs, CFOs and other acronym-clad dick heads.

I fear if we continually "quick-fix" the economy, we are going to get an even bigger shaft than Lehman Brothers bending us over in the future. And their shaft is already pretty big.

Not enough time in the day

I miss college. I could go to class, study, take tests, take care of my bikes, and still ride 20 hours a week if I wanted.

Now that I am at a full-time job, there is just not enough time to get everything done. I've had trouble just getting my bike in order for this weekend. I have to replace the rear derailleur, clean the bike, and get a set of wheels ready to race since I can no longer use that tubeless set after the problems it caused me this past weekend. I also have to strip my road bike I used this season to return the frame and I had to install a new fork on my mountain bike.

I go to work at 8 and come home at 5 if I am lucky. Then I'd like to train for a couple hours and on a couple days also go to the gym or practice 'cross barriers. By the time I am done with all of this it is usually between 8-9, which only leaves me 1-2 hours at the most to get anything done. But then I have to factor in time to make dinner, take a shower, all that little stuff that adds up.

It doesn't help that I never sleep through the night either because my sinuses keep me from breathing or I have to piss 3-4 times- or I might be able to get up early and do stuff before work.

All you guys that have been working full time, have a family, and still race at a high level, let me know how the hell you do it. What am I missing?

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Charm City Cross 2/3/4 Men


The race was awesome. Nice technical course without much hills (both super strong points for me). 3 barrier sections. An awesomely long sand pit.


I registered late and they staged by race number, so I started in the very back of a field of at least 100 people. By the end of the 1st lap I had clawed my way all the way through them and was in no man's land between the 10 man group that got off the front (like yesterday) and everyone else. Somewhere around lap 2 a guy dropped off the initial selection of 10 and I marked him the rest of the race (4 more laps I think).

Problem. Every time I jumped back on my bike, my tubeless rear tire "burped" and let some air out. I really need to re-glue a set of tubulars. So by the last lap I was running like 15 psi. On one of of the of camber turns in the last lap, the tire rolled and send me to the deck. It stayed on, so I hopped right up ( I think I'm skilled at crashing and getting up again in a very smooth, "I tried that" manner). Upon landing on my saddle I noticed it was cocked about 60 degrees out of the proper orientation. So I grabbed it between my thighs and wrenched it back to almost straight.

I was caught by a chaser because of the wreck, but he tanked it in the last set of barriers, so I pulled out an 11th place. Not bad for starting 80+ back.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

First Cross Race Report


Nittany Lion Cross. It was pretty bad ass. Nice fast course. 2 sand pits.

I raced the Men's 2/3/4 or B men. Things started out good and I ended up on the tail end of a 15 guy group that was off the front. Somewhere around the 3rd lap my left lung decided to blow up and I started going backwards. Fast. I think it was because of the hard start in the cold air, but it hurt so bad I thought I was going to have to pull out. Also, I burped the rear tire somehow (I am running tubeless) and although it sealed right up, it lost a good bit of pressure. So for the rest of the race I thought I'd lose my tire every turn.

Later in the 3rd lap I got caught by a group of 4 guys. I realized that I was much faster through the turns, but lacked power in the hills. So a lap later I started drilling it through the turns and dropped those guys and caught Colin Sandberg and Thomas Wood who had dropped off the original group. We were together for the final 2 laps. I knew I wouldn't out sprint them, but I was still able to carry a little more speed through the turns so tried to work that, but to no avail. They stayed on my wheel and romped me in the sprint.

So, I finished 15th. I spent the whole race, 45 minutes, in zone 5, or above 180 BPM. Some superstar 15 yr old won by a mile.

I did get to see Coach Young again, which was great. I love that man. Just wish I had some good news to tell him.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Prostate Cancer Awareness Bike Products

So I was thinking. There are tons of companies, especially bicycle companies who make products and promote events that raise awareness and money for Breast Cancer treatment and research. I think this is wonderful. It also means you can get lots of cool stuff in a cool shade of pink -although I think once pink became a popular color, they decided, "Hey, since this bike is pink and pink is the breast cancer color, let's tie to Breast Cancer Awareness as a selling point!"

That's right- I do think (actually I know from working in the industry) that people wanted pink bike products first, then as an after thought it became a great fundraising idea. Regardless, it is a very good thing.

But what about other cancers? What about prostate cancer? Prostate cancer is the most common non-skin cancer in America. 1 man dies from prostate cancer every 19 minutes.

Is it because "breast" conjures up more pleasant images and feelings than "prostate?" I've seen bumper stickers that say "Feel your Boobies" in order to get you to self-screen. I have yet to see, "Feel your Prostate!"

What color would you designate the color of Prostate Cancer? Gangrenous Green? Honestly, that is the color that comes to my mind. Can't use Yellow. So, I propose Orange, specifically Hugger Orange, as the official color of Prostate Cancer Awareness.

All you industry folks get on it!

Effed up my Tubulars

Now, I have glued many a set of tubulars without incident. However, last night's gluing went horribly, horribly wrong.

The whole thing could have been a scene from a Griswald Family Bike Shop Adventure. The process started normally a few days ago when I stripped the old glue and began the layering process. Finally, 3 days of glue layering and setting later, I applied the 3rd and final coat to the rims and began to mount the tires.

As I got to the bottom of the rim to push on the final 6-7inches of tire, it became quite apparent that it wasn't going to happen. I tried so hard that got blisters on my thumbs. I had stretched the tires for 24 hours previous to the whole process, but for some reason, they were no longer stretched! I had to act fast cause glue was quickly setting up. In my haste, I began grabbing the rim the help leverage the tire on at which point my nitrile gloves had become glued to the rim. So I had to take them off. Problem was now my hands were covered in the glue and my fingers were stuck together.

If you know me, then you know a bout of profanity laden Tourrets spewed from my mouth for the next 5 minutes. I finally wrestled the tire on with my paws, but the result was such a catastrophe that it is un-fuckin'-rideable. As I drowned my sorrows with beer and spent the next half hour scraping glue and the first layer of skin from my hands, I realized the temperature in the basement was much colder at the time of mounting the tires than it was when I had initially stretched them. I'm guessing this was the problem.

Who knows. I quit.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Got It!


So, I got my 2 upgrade following Yuasa. It was an anti-climatic finish to the road season. But, on to 'cross now!

The bike is all set, the tubulars are in the process of being glued, and the dismounts/remounts are getting smoother. Huzzah.

From Drunkcyclist - Thanks, Spice, for the heads up

I’m a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight…..

* If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you’re
“exotic, different.”

* Grow up in Alaska, eating moose burgers, you’re the
quintessential American story.

* If your name is Barack you’re a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.

* Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you’re a maverick.

*Graduate from Harvard law School, you are unstable.

* Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you’re well
grounded.

* If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the
first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter
registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years
as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator
representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of
the state Senate’s Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years
in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million
people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs,
Environment and Public Works and Veteran’s Affairs committees, you
don’t have any real leadership experience.

* If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city
council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000
people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people,
then you’re qualified to become the country’s second highest ranking
executive.

* If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while
raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you’re
not a real Christian.

* If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your
disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you’re a
Christian.

* If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including
the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
* If , while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no
other option in sex education in your state’s school system while your
unwed 17-year-old daughter ends up pregnant , you’re very responsible.

* If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in
a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city
community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family’s values
don’t represent America’s.

* If you’re husband is nicknamed “First Dude”, with at least one
DWI conviction and no college education, who didn’t register to vote
until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the
secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely
admirable.

OK, much clearer now.

YES!

http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/09/matt_damon_wants_to_know_if_sa.html

Watch the video at the bottom. I also want to know if Sarah Palin believes dinosaurs were here 4,000 years ago.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Last road race of the season?




Well its a been a really tough season. Not so much physically- more so mentally and emotionally. It's really hard going into a race season having absolutely no idea what you are capable of. I had no miles in my legs and a pretty troubling physical ailment, not to mention a shitload of stress to deal with.

All and all, I guess it went pretty well. Did really well in a few 1/2/3 races, including Basking Ridge which had a star-studded field. I had some pretty good finishes in Cat 3 races, including a last lap solo to 4th at Iron Hill and a 2nd overall at Tour de Millersburg which was comprised of a 2nd in the Crit and 2nd in the Road Race.

I earned 23 points during the '08 season towards my Cat 2 upgrade. I was going to try and put in for the upgrade and do Yuasa as a 2, but in the end I realized I would feel better about racing as a 3 and sewing up those last couple points for real so there is no doubt about whether the upgrade was earned. So, right now the plan is to do the 3 and 1/2/3 races at Yuasa and that will wrap up the road season.

I've already started lifting weights regularly and next week I'll start jogging in preparation for 'cross season. I already built myself some sweet portable barriers to practice with.

I'll rant about the whole "I'm a fat wrinkly old man and must show you my dick as much as possible in the locker room" phenomenon in the next post. Get excited!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Holy Super Cars Batman!

Today I drove a Nissan GTR. If you don't know about this car...you must not have a pulse. Its one of the fastest production cars in the world and spanks all the other super cars at Nuremberg, including the Begatti Veyron. I rang it out pretty good - fucking amazing. 0-60 in 3.3 seconds, 1.4 mile in 11.7 seconds and will go 197 mph flat out.


The Misfits are coming to Lancaster! Fuck yea. Just like the GTR, you better know who the Misfits are. That's all I can say about that.

Mountain biking is so much fun. Especially when the weather is like it was today - like the middle of Fall. The trails are covered in leaves. Something about riding through the woods faster than is probably sane and inhaling the sweet smells of the forest and decomposing leaves brings me so much joy.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Going to get Personal

So everyone is like, "What's the big deal, who cares about getting your 2?"

It means a lot to me. It may be silly to some. But let me lay it out there.

I used to 250 lbs and pretty much hated myself. I found cycling in college and started racing. Won my first race and was hooked. Nothing has brought more joy and passion (and heartache) to my life than cycling. It took from me being a sad fat kid with no focus to a confident person with a true zeal for something.

I prepared so meticulously for the 07 Collegiate season that it blows my mind looking back. I put in all the hours, worked with my coach, and sacrificed the normal "fun" college lifestyle so I could really knock it out of the park. I know most people don't understand collegiate racing, but racing A's is the real deal. Especially collegiate nationals. You are with a lot of good riders, many of whom are 1's, 2's, and some pros.

I nearly had the whole season and my dreams to go to nationals derailed from a problem that no one could figure out. Every doctor told me I was crazy when I told them my legs felt like they were swelling up and going to explode when I rode my bike. Finally, after a year of testing, poking, prodding, and condescending ass doctors, I found an answer after Bobby Lea had surgery to fix his arteries. So I got tested and found out I had a 30% reduction of blood flow to my legs during cycling because of the narrowing of the iliac arteries- which was caused by cycling.

So I spent 6.5 hours under the knife in a very complicated and high risk procedure to prevent the problem from progressing and in attempt to be able to ride at my full potential - something I knew I had not been able to do for a whole year previously. I didn't want to be 40 and ask, "what if I had gotten this problem fixed?"

Then surgery gets fucked up. My arteries are made worse. And I spent the last year wondering if I am ever going to be able to ride well again, or if at all, because once again the doctors didn't believe me there was another problem and refused to retest me. I had to find a doctor at Stanford and fly out there just to have someone listen to me and realize I wasn't crazy.

Meanwhile I see guys I used to race with, some honestly not as talented, going places and racing at levels I knew I was capable of. All my sacrifice for the years before seemed wasted.

Now I have to decide if I want to get my arteries fixed again. It is a lot to have weighing on you. The only thing keeping me going is getting better and faster and realizing every ounce of potential I have with the cards I've been handed.

So, there it is. I know lots of people in the world have it way worse than me. But this is my world and my perspective.

A special thanks to all my friends who have been there for me through all of this and who continue to encourage me. You know who you are. Also a special thanks to my girlfriend, Kathryn, who has put up with all of my shit the last year as I have battled this.

My Mistake

Yo, I'll own up to a mistake. I did NOT have the upgrade points prior to surgery. I thought I did. I calculated them as I was laying in the hospital bed a day after surgery and I fucked up.

So, I'll own up to my misstatement. It still doesn't change the fact that upgrades are handled unfairly and improperly.

I do have to "call you out" about something, Swiatek, How could you be, "tired of hearing me cry day in and day out?" When was the last time we even spoke? I can't even remember what your voice sounds like.

At the end of the day, I've got respect for everyone that rides, races, and doesn't talk shit when it comes time to race. So, no disrespect to anyone. Seriously.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Hot Damn

http://velonews.com/article/82892/sources-lance-armstrong-coming-back

I had to check and see if it were April 1st as I read this.

New Rule

If you have an Under Armour sticker on your car, you are a tool. 

I am Back!

And I am going to start with a rant. I have a lot to talk about. The last year has been absolutely crazy and there is a lot to tell of you (maybe 2 people who will read this?). But before I go in to all the shit about surgery, how it was messed up, what I am going to do, and what everyone should learn from my experience, I have to rant about something that has been pissing me of all season - Upgrade Hypocricy.

Before I had my surgery back in May '07, I had the requried points to upgrade to Cat 2. Then I had surgery and spent the whole season recovering, so I didn't think about upgrading. Then this season I start racing again and realize I had the points and was getting sick of the stupid shit that goes on in Cat 3 races so I requested my uprade based on the fact that I had the points the season before and I have placed top 10 in a couple 1/2/3 races. 

I was denied. Even though I had the points a year earlier. Even though I had more than adequate experience racing at a Cat 2 or higher level. Even though I had raced Men's A in College the year before and gone to Nationals. 

Also, my surgery got messed up. I developed more of the problem they went into fix, so now when I ride at anything above a tempo pace, I have a 50% reduction of blood flow to my legs. So when I got in the break at the 1/2/3 in Marlton with Mike Miller and his Alliance boys and when I soloed off the front for 4th at Iron Hill and when I took 2nd in the Road Race, Crit and Overall at Tour De Millersburg, I did it all with 50% LESS BLOOD TO MY LEGS THAN I SHOULD HAVE.

Think about it - thats 50% less oxygen, nutrients and acid-clearing fresh blood.

That means I am doing well based off racing ability, experience, bike handling, and smarts.

Below are the links to 3 riders who got their 2 upgrades who clearly did not have anywhere near the points. I know of many more, but these are good examples. I am not angry these riders got their 2, I am angry that I was denied for "not having enough points". The process is corrupt. It's all about who know or who ass you kiss. 


If you are going to not follow the rules you claim to uphold, then at least have the decency to break them for everyone.