Colorful Yunnan Gran Fondo Stage 1

This month SaddleDrunker Daniel Carruthers still travelling around continents with his bicycle and now he is in China taking part in Yunnan.

The inaugural Colorful Yunnan Gran Fondo stage race kicked off today in Kunming City with 800 participants racing 114km around the Dian Lake; Specialized team rider Zhu Fanxin won with a long sprint to head off Mongolian Myagmarsuren Basaankhuu, followed by Quick’s 18 year old Xu Zuoling  and Mongolia’s Bat Erdene Narankhuu.  The main group consisting of 34 riders was came in 46 seconds down on the quartet and was led in by Chinese rider Zou Long. 

Top 10 place-getters 

1. Zhu Fanxin

2. Myagmarsuren Basaankhuu
3. Xu Zuoling 
4. Bat Erdene Narankhuu
5. Zou long
6. Ling Chending
7. Pu Jinxue
8. Daniel Carruthers
9. Yang Jiajie
10. Sainbayar Jambaljamts

How it unfolded - Carruthers perspective

With 800 riders on the startline it was always going to be important to be near the front and stay up there to avoid the inevitable crashes! I had ridden over from the hotel 7km from the start line not knowing the direction; just relying on people’s hand gestures and some good luck to get to the start/finish area on time. However, with just minutes to the start, my front tire gets a puncture. I ran around like a headless chicken trying to find someone who would have a inner tube for me. With just five minutes remaining, I found someone who had a spare tube and I got it installed and pumped up. I had to then run in my cleated shoes back to the rest of the bike and then jump over the guard rail to ride backwards to the start. I was able to start on the second row and while standing there, I noticed that my tire was not sitting on the rim 100% properly, but with just one minute to the gun, I had no choice but to hope for the best that I would make it through the stage!

Credits to GoKunming.com

Credits to GoKunming.com

The gun went and we were away:  fast! it was the typical fast start that you enjoy here in China with the wide-open smooth roads that had 100% road closure. There were plenty of attacks going off the front and after the first 5km I made an attack of my own but it was going no where. Soon, three riders opened up a gap on the peloton but Team Attilia was quickly organized in team formation on the front and set the pace. With the Specialized team and myself sitting behind the Mongolians, the gap never extended beyond 30 seconds  and it was reduced to 20 seconds during the approach to Dianchi Lake. A number of teams decided to swamp the front and wind up the pace to make the catch. Once the catch was made, I made a counter-attack right before going on the Dianchi Lake bridge. It did not get far at all with riders not keen to let me get away. Attack after attack kept coming and whenever there was a dangerous looking break, I would jump across to join them. However the peloton had other ideas and were always right on my heels. 

After 50kms of racing, there was a solo attack by a Specialized rider and the peloton was happy to let him go. It was a temporary lull in the pace, a calm before the storm that was to follow. When the road snaked back around to the other side of the lake, there was a strong prevailing cross-wind and it was at this moment three of the Mongolian Attila team launched their decisive attack that splintered the peloton into pieces. I saw this attack happening and responded instantly but still had riders in front of me dropping wheels in the cross winds. I made it to the front group after closing gaps in the windy section of the road, and it was looking good as the race had just exploded but at 75km mark there was a climb that the front group went full gas up and without adequate recovery, I was jettisoned out the back, legs turning to jelly as I struggled to crest the short but vicious climb. I was quickly into a group that swelled in numbers and through the concerted efforts of myself, Aussie Shannon Bufton, and John Catrall from England. The chase was hard, and some inconsistent riding by Chinese riders and some un-called for attacks, did not make it easy. The catch was eventually made, but the 4-rider winning breakaway group had already formed and were over a minute up the road. 

Credits to GoKunming.com

Credits to GoKunming.com

With just 20km remaining, I was on the front helping to drive pace but not getting much help. This is the time when you need a team to organize on the front and rotate hard for 10km to pull back the breakaway; but none of the teams were organized enough and I was racing solo. Coming into the finale, I kept position near the front and Shannon Bufton helped with towing me into a better position a couple of times. With 4km remaining, we had hit the bottom of the steep bridge just as the breakaway quartet was cresting. I continued to move up into better position and with 1km remaining I was still a little too far back and was also exposed to the wind, however I did slot into third wheel going through the roundabout and just 300m remaining. I stayed behind the two riders as they seemed to be doing ok with the pace and we were not getting swamped. As soon as the first rider behind passed me, I opened my sprint just before the corner; I was passed by three riders and I held on to finish 4th in the bunch sprint for 8th overall for the stage.  Quite a respectable finish considering I just stepped off the plane, traveling 48 hours from New Zealand!

Tomorrow’s stage will be quite interesting as it is 181km and consists of undulating parcours throughout. It is particularly interesting as most amateur races in China are usually no more than 60km long and many riders may not be conditioned for the long-distance. I expect time gaps to be even greater by the end and the front groups will be smaller than today.  Stay tuned for the action report for stage 2!

Thank you Daniel and good luck for next stage.

Poetry (in motion) part 2 from Serene

This,it is part 2 of the previous blog from Serene, talking to us from down under and still in a concussed state.We hope her a quick recovery and a get well soon. 

The concussed (3 weeks and counting).

And so, the bad luck continues. What more can I say when my bike was one of the six that didn’t turn up at the criterium venue? I was out of GC contention right away after being awarded peloton time for the unfortunate DNS. Fair – but not so fair. 2m2s to 4 girls – with 2nd being a teammie – it was time to shelf away some personal ambitions and help Grace snare the yellow jersey. 

My pleasure, and honour!

“The too-long road stage”

The time-triallist in Grace needed to do her thing, so she duly punctured 20km in. The wheel-bearing road captain, apparently a new niche that Sarah had carved for herself, selflessly gave up her wheel to get Grace going. Meanwhile, I got about my business and captured the full KOM points at the 28km mark. The next 20-25km went by, with me either sitting in the pack or latching onto those purposeful surges by SJ. There was no reason to drive the pace as I waited for Grace to make her comeback. She did, but not quite in time to contest for the intermediate sprint. 

More attacks. Nothing went. 

To be completely honest, I was stuffed. My legs were buggered and I was nauseated. The humidity, the travels, the lack of mileage/intensity from the yesterweeks and the (still) on-going post-concussive syndromes came together and rebelled in earnest. I considered pulling out but I had a job to do. There was only me and Veronica left to help Grace in her bid for glory – you just have that little extra percentage more for a teammate.

Thankful for a 15-20km respite when then yellow jersey wearer had a mechanical. The peloton ambled along at a very sedate pace by the coast, while waiting for her to get it fixed. It didn’t quite happen – tough luck – but that’s bike racing. I was dealt a bad hand the day before too. On that note, my utmost respect to SJ for finishing the stage sans seatpost.

We needed to get the bike race going. Everyone was getting rather restless. 

The rest of the stage was peppered with the classic 1-2 attacks thrown by Grace and me, with #85 and #73 driving the pace otherwise. The former motoring along the flats and bombing the descents; the latter grinding up the climbs. I went for a few solo attempts after finding myself with a good gap atop the rollers but fact was that I was in no shape to do a Tony Martin. Grace wasn’t doing too well with her on/off cramps too so we just readied ourselves for a sprint finish. I was confident we would nail that anyway.

True enough, stage one-two. That bugger was cramping up sprinting towards the finish and was going to take to the comforts of her saddle to power to the line. But I wasn’t going to let that happen with another girl coming quickly behind us. I yelled at her to “GO, GO, GO”, which she did, and I crossed the line jubilant just behind her. Job done. She got all the bonus seconds and I took some of the other. 

One step closer.

“The still way too long 2nd road stage”

A yellow jersey to defend;

A polka dot jersey to protect;

A green jersey to fight for.

We gave green a good go but SJ proved too formidable despite her misfortunes of the previous stage. Classy, aggressive sprinter – she deserved it.

I love dots (and stripes) so obviously the fashionista in me wasn’t going to let the jersey slip away. Full points on both KOMs as per previous stage.

Yellow – the all important one – was still to be played for. We weren’t too sure of the GC time gaps but were rather confident that all Grace needed to do was to finish with the same time as 2nd and 3rd, a good few seconds back, due to Grace’s superiority in sprint finishes.

Long story short, with the strength and unity of the Mavettes, yellow was never quite in doubt. 

Sarah sat at the head of the peloton for a good 90km of the race – tapping out a solid tempo to deter attacks, and even more impressively, upping the pace to snuff out any dangerous moves. Singlehandedly. Superstar. 

I had an armchair ride behind her, “orchestrating” her metronomic riding – I actually thought that she might start hearing my voice in her sleep for the next couple of days. Apart from my voice power, I latched onto a couple of attacks that looked dangerous but really, the Mavettes were always in control. 

Veronica was the water girl of the day. You know, in that sort of weather conditions, it is akin to a lifesaver. Probably she wasn’t feeling as fresh as the day before, but she somehow kept going back and forth the bunch to ensure that our hydration needs were cared for. Top teammie.

Credits to city pictures

Credits to city pictures

10km to go. 

Sarah had just used up her last ounce of energy to set me up for the KOM. She blew up; I blasted onwards and upwards. Managed a good gap but I knew it wasn’t enough to hold off the bunch behind me. Got caught soon after and an attack went. Grace was in tow, as were the other contenders, so the onus was on me to chase it down. I was stuffed but I still had enough in me to snuff it out.

5km to go. I was sitting 2nd wheel. 1km to go, I was still there. Shit. Not the place to be for an uphill finish. But it was alright, I had ridden the last 15km with Grace the day before and we had talked it out. Along the way during the stage, we also rehashed our plans.

500m to go, I found myself in front. I rode tempo and then opened my sprint with about 250m to go. I went as hard as I could but knew right away that the legs weren’t going to power the bike across the finish line first. The road veered right in the last 100m and that was the shortest line. I took a cursory glance to the side and as I had expected, saw Christina coming up on the right, with SJ in tow. I closed that gap “ever-so-slowly” and right on cue, Grace shot out of the dwindled bunch and blasted past me. She got a good gap right away, which SJ couldn’t close before the finish. Me? I faded but still made it across for a podium finish. 

Stage one-three.

Let’s just say it was one hell of a successful weekend.

Yellow jersey.

KOM jersey.

2 stage wins.

2 seconds.

1 third.

Bearing in mind it was the first time 4 of us had ever ridden together in a race, you couldn’t have asked for better teamwork and understanding. This is what bike racing is about – the camaraderie triumphs all.

Credits to http://www.penghubungkepri.org for the photo

Credits to http://www.penghubungkepri.org for the photo

Thank you Serene from the SaddleDrunk Team

Poetry In Motion

This piece of poetry is from Serene,after winning the women KOM jersey at the Tour of Bintan 2014.

Cycling – an individual team sport.

Which allows for the expression of freedom,

Yet intricately bounded by the constraints of external elements.

Such a profound simplistic act,

That captivates the soul and elevates the senses.

A joy, gleaned from a pain.
 

 

Thank you Serene from SD.

 

Tour of Southland,Stage 2

From Daniel Carruthers in Bluff,New Zealand.Photo Credits to Envious Photography.

Bluff Hill and More wind and Cold rain!

Being at the southern most point of the South Island means you are exposed to winds that come howling up from the Arctic, providing a challenging ride for us riders. Racing at the Tour of Southland is no walk in the park and requires you to be at the top of your game to even remain in the peloton. After spending last few years living in China and racing around Asia, I’ve gotten a shock with the level of aggression that occurs within the peloton at Southland. You never get a free ride and its a constant battle for position in the pack. There is a lot of bodily contact and knuckle to knuckle throughout each stage, always have to be on the alert and assert your position. Racing in Asia does not prepare you for the battle that goes on at Southland. 

The Bluff Hill stage is 137km that takes you on a rolling loop from Invercargill and back to Invercargill before shooting out 30km along the exposed coastline to the formidable Bluff Hill that reduces riders to walking it;  the stage culminates with the steep 3km climb that pitches up at least 18% for sustained periods. Its a climb that requires a 28 cassette as a minimum.  I came to the Tour with a couple of objectives, one was to get on the sprint classification board and I opened my account by taking the first sprint of the day once the racing began in Invercargill. I tried to keep going and was joined by a couple more riders but the peloton was not letting us go. I sat up and was re-absorbed into the pack. There was a counter-attack and that was the breakaway for the day. It eventually swelled up to 10 riders and all but three riders were caught during the ascent up Bluff Hill. I felt much better riding in the peloton today - legs felt good and I had good position. Was able to handle the difficult patches without too much difficulty and managed to stay ahead of a late race pile up. I was still in the main peloton when we hit the base of Bluff Hill and it was at this point I rode at my own pace to finish three minutes down on the winner. I finished 51st  and legs are feeling good for the Riverton to Te Anau 150km Stage three.  This stage promises to be very picturesque with lush green pastures dotted with sheep and rustic old buildings fringed by imposing snow capped mountains. 

Survived yet another day at what is possibly one of the toughest road stage races in the world. Stay tuned for Stage 3 action.  

*The pink feathers worn to start of stage 2 was because I finished last in my team for stage 1!