It’s Show Time Folks

See “Results” page for race reports.

Racing season is here, well, its been here for a couple of weeks, but for the THC roadies, we will be focusing on USA Cycling’s, Ohio Spring Road Series races (OSRS). In a nutshell, the spring road series races consist of eight UCI sanctioned road races in and around southeast Ohio. THC members will pick their races, some doing all (except the one we host), but we can expect a big team showing at most of the races. This year, new promoters have created an exciting and challenging set of courses -be sure to check out the field being blown to bits on the epic Mitchell Memorial course. Anyway, here is a list of races with the dates. For more details, or to link to the online registration site, please visit Big Dave Sports, LLC’s calendar at:

OSRS #1 – Sunday, March 28, 2010 – Germantown, Oh. 12:00 starts.
OSRS #2 – Saturday, April 3, 2010 – Mitchell Memorial, Cleves, Oh. 12:00 starts. (Yes, SATURDAY, cause Easter Weekend).
OSRS #3 – Sunday, April 11, 2010 – Hueston Woods, Oxford Oh. 12:00 starts. (This is OUR race, we don’t race it, but we all show to put it on, come help)
OSRS #4 – Sunday, April 18, 2010 – Vandervort’s Corner, Oh. 12:00 starts.
OSRS #5 – Sunday, April 25, 2010 – Spring Valley, Oh. 12:00 starts.
OSRS#6 – Sunday, May, 2, 2010 – Georgetown, Oh. 12:00 starts.
OSRS#7 – Sunday, May 16, 2010 – Bond Road, Harrison, Oh. 12:00 starts.
OSRS#8 – Sunday, may 23, 2010 – Series Finale: St. Leon, In. 12;00 starts.

Following the Road Race series are various summer road races (Tour of Red River Gorge), and summer brings the criterium series and various individual crit races. Then it’s CX season in fall. There are also many Time Trials (see Big Dave Sports, LLC for info). But, hey, let’s get the first road race underway first.

P.S. THC has been out working on our lactate tolerance on the weekends, and since daylight savings, the regular Tuesday and Thursday team rides have been in full swing (5:30 depart from UPS on 3rd street downtown. A and B group if necessary, 40-50 miles in KY).

Here are some pics of where we’ve been riding .

life in pittsburgh

Life in Pittsburgh has been a slight adjustment. Yins is apparently a word, fries go on everything, and of course grad school is eating into precious cycling time. I did manage to get out this past weekend for an alleycat on Saturday and a cross race Sunday. A couple of fellow first years saw me Saturday on my tall bike, and were shocked that such a thing exists.

Sunday was the real fun though. In an old quarry dump just south of the largest city park I’ve known some people threw a cross/mountain race and couldn’t have picked a better day. Blue skies and perfect weather hide the mud pits, steep woodsy downhills, and 85% gravel runups.

Also unseen are the kids running around on 4-wheelers at the last laps and the ladies walking their dog in the middle of the course. I also took a pretty good spill on a gravel hill. I finished the race but was forced to call Mary Kate to haul me home. Can’t wait to get some real riding in though, race season here starts in a couple weeks.
Stay Hungry,

Translating Bike Racer Talk

One of the first things you notice when riding with bike racers is that there is an art to the language they speak. Not a high art, but the spattered “Poo on Wood Plank” kind of art. You see, after a while you begin to naturally translate statements of intent about an upcoming training ride, often too late, though.

For instance, a team mate (rider A) calls for a morning ride of medium distance, medium-low intensity, ya know, cause the weather will be good and why not build some more base. You and another rider like this. But, just to be clear you (rider C) say, “I had a pretty hard ride yesterday, and I’m building back from a stomach thingy, so we need to take it pretty easy.” “Oh, of course,” says rider B, “me too, I have to work today and we had a big day Thursday, so we’ll be chill.” Rider A confirms, “Dudes, yeah, I hit it hard yesterday on hills, so this will be a recovery ride for me.” Ok, so you all agree, it’s all set, a good ride for recovery and fitness, nothing hard, certainly no serious hills or killer pacing.

So you meet up and cast off, everyone intent on keeping it cool, of course. Before long you’re out in the land, lovin’ the road, the scenery, feelin’ your legs, feelin’ good, but funny how the pace is up a bit, you think, no biggy, we’re just happy to be here, a fairly brisk warmup, but it’s alright. At this time rider A says something like, “Hey, you guys ever been up whatsits road, back up in that deliverance shit with the great overlooks… should we go check it out?” And the other guys are like, “Uh, no, but I’ve always been curious about that area, uh, sure I’m game, let’s check it out.” Now the road is kicking up some, and it seems to go on, hmmm, that’s interesting, you think, but really you’re out of the saddle and you’re trying to keep pace with the other boys. Next thing you know, you’re all pacin’ pretty hard up climb two.

Now you’re on climb three and the conversation has turned sporadic, one word at a time, between breathing, sweat is building on faces and you can feel a little slobber bead building on your bottom lip.

At this point, you realize this is no chill recovery ride, but the other guys aren’t complaining, though they are breathing kinda hard. Can I continue like this?, you think. So you get to daydreaming… man, they must be feeling great, I’ll just sit right here on his wheel cause I better not push the pace anymore, damn, they’re riding strong, look at those guys’ calves… are they feeling this… wait, he’s groaning a bit, is he hurting, damn, how much more can dude drive the pace up there, he said he wanted a recovery ride… But you press on, and you know you haven’t shown your cards just yet, you’re hangin’ on, in fact, looks like you’re feeling a lot better from that stomach crap, pedals are turnin’ over pretty well, so far. You settle into a nice tempo, you can hear these guys breathing. Somebody says something about the view, the other guy agrees, you hear some labor in their words, you mutter something about the perfect weather, but that costs you some valuable air.

Right about now your hams have some sizzle and your quads are runnin’ hot, but all systems say go, so you decide to pull up in front and set the tempo. They call the bluff and hold tight on your wheel. Talking is reduced to single breathy words, …”whew”… “big”… “hill”… , “yup”… , “killer.” The road begins to pitch up again and you can feel the fire in your legs and you think, mmm, that’s the feeling of those guys getting nervous, you keep driving, now you’re up outta the saddle, they stay on, you settle back and keep tempo, now your legs are filling with lactic acid, they’re heavier and the burn is switching to a numb ache, and you think, this is the feeling of them about to break, so in one seamless move you shift into a higher gear, rise outta the saddle and blast off, you look back and bros are on the chase, hackin’ at the pedals, cursin’ you as they fall back, now your legs are like sacks of oatmeal and wood -on fire!, but you continue to deliver, your heart is in your ears and your taking bites of air for oxygen.

The damage is done, you’re at the top of the climb seeing double. Here they come, talkin’ smack and asking who’s idea it was it to hit these hills. Nice moves, congratulations all around.

So the chill recovery ride everyone agreed on is out the door, left at the bottom of the hill. But you knew that before getting on the bike. You just ignored the translation. When Rider A said he rode hard the day before and needed a recovery ride, what he meant is that he’s feeling stronger everyday and he wants to show off his climbing skills. Rider B said he’s still building base and he had to work in the afternoon, but he really was saying that he wanted to get in a serious workout before he was stuck at work all weekend. You (rider C), said you were recovering from the stomach funk, but a previous ride showed you were on a nice upswing, and you wanted to see just how well you faired in comparison with the rest of the gang when the going got tough.

So there you all are, deciding where to go next. Everyone agrees there have already been enough hills, so you head to the lowlands to pace the rollers. Before long, somebody speaks up, “Hey, you guys feel like going up Amsterdam?” Rider B laughs nervously, “Holy shit… sure, why not.” You reply, “I guess I’m down if we can take it easy,” but you’re thinking, I’m feelin’ pretty good today, I wonder if I can take it faster than last week… “Right turn!”

Spring Cleaning

There’s nothing worse than a mechanical taking you out of a race.

They can’t always be avoided, but it feels great lining up for a race and knowing that you will fade before your machine. With the first race of the spring series only one week away, we got together to wash the harsh winter residue off our bikes, and make sure that we would be riding our bikes over the line, not walking.

The boys at Campus Cyclery were nice enough to let us use the shop after-hours. The Price? A cooler full of beer and food on the grill. Whenever we get together it is as much about bikes as it is about having a good time. Needless to say, some of us may have gotten more lubed than our bikes.

Brian working on T's fit

Kerry and Alex getting rid of the creak

Team mom, Katie Vogel

QCW 40k Time Trial

This is a training ride provided by the Queen City Wheels Racing Club.  Participants must be members of the QCW.

The event will start at 10:00 AM with riders starting in one-minute intervals.  The course is a unique out and back course with a flying downhill start, followed by 9 miles of fairly flat terrain.  There is a serious climb before reaching the sweeping turnaround.  You will finish with a screaming downhill and a return along the fast and flat 9 miles.  The actual finish line is BEFORE the climb back up to the starting line.

PARKING and REGISTRATION will be at the Campbell County Fairgrounds.  The starting order will also be announced at the fairgrounds BEFORE rolling out to the starting line.

DIRECTIONS: From Cincinnati, take I-471 South.  Continue onto US-27 for 6.8 miles.  Turn left onto Rt. 10 and follow for .8 miles to the entrance on the Campbell County Fairgrounds on the left.

Visit for complete details.

THC on the road 2010

Cold rain and snow are no match for Team Hungry. The riders have been out rackin’ up base miles over the last several weekends. Old dogs have met the new cats and spirits are high despite the winter temps. Here are a couple snaps from last weekend’s outing 2/21/10. In attendance: MC Chewy, Scootcycle, K-Train., T-Boy McKenna, Lexus, and E Town. We covered 50+ miles in the rolling bosom of beautiful Kentucky.
We meet at UPS in downtown.

On the road we met two RGF riders, Ryan G. and Rolf from Louisville. Rolf led a ripping pace line out rt8E at 27mph for extended pulls. We had to hold on in the draft til we made it out to the country turnoff. Here is MC and the RGF guys rolling through excellent scenery and great fast terrain. There would be more photos, but the pace these guys drove required two hands on the bars… More to come as we get ready for the Spring Series road races beginning at the end March.
Farmscapes in Ky make the hills worth it.

race to anyplace

Thanks to our generous supporters, this past weekend’s Race to Anyplace fundraising event was a huge success for both The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and for Team Hungry Cycling. THC wants to extend a huge and warm THANK YOU! to all of our family, friends, and associates that together contributed over $1,100 to the $18,000 + the event raised overall!! A special thanks goes to Michael Chewning’s firm, Sheldon Reder CPA’s for kicking us off with the team pledge of $500.

Team members chugged away in shifts of 15 or 30 minutes for 6 hours non-stop. The spin machines had resistance set by the officials and we are convinced that when they saw our strapping young lycra-clad lads enter the room, quads bumping into doorways and knocking over chairs, that ours had an extra couple of turns put on the “brakes.” But alas, the machine posed no threat, to the beat of Eye of the Tiger, THC churned the cranks on a 6-hour uphill tour of introspection and social duty. The sweat poured out, the foyer of the Chemed Center never to smell the same again. We were fueled by the thoughts of the individuals that have struggled with the diseases, the families united by the cause. We were also fueled by Sierra’s (a big shout out to Jenna in the sky, hoot hoot!) amazing baked goods made special for the cause, and by the excellent sugar bumps from Alex’s chocochip cookies. Around us were families and friends cheering each other on in remembrance of loved ones past and thankfulness for the survivors that pressed the pedals with the strength they conquered the disease. The music thumped and the miles unrolled. So did we win, you want to know, well we got an incredible workout and were humbled by the experience, we didn’t rack up the most miles, but in a small way, we won.