October 1 - On Sunday, the Carlisle Family YMCA's Yellow Breeches Racing cyclocross team travelled to Buckeystown, MD for the second race in the 2007 MABRA cyclocross series. Hundreds of racers from all over the Mid-Atlantic competed on a tight, twisty course that wound throughout the grounds of a lilypond farm. Making the course difficult were steep run-ups and drop-offs, deep gravel, and man-made barriers. YBR racers fared well...in the women's B race, Cathy Large, in her first-ever "'cross" race, led the charge for YBR, finishing in 6th place, followed by Mary Fetrow (14th), and Laura Jones (15th). In the men's Masters B race, Joel Moats rolled to a fine 10th place finish, followed by Mark Laser (29th), Chris Schaeffer (31st), and Michael Taylor (54th). In the Junior race, Josh Bard finished 3th and in the Masters 55+ race, Nunzio DiBiasi finished x4h.
Said Large after the race, "this could become addicting!"
YBR travels to Hagerstown, MD for MABRA race #3 next weekend.
Contact: Mark Laser (245-2423) or woodcrest21@gmail.com. Photos by denS (www.dennisbike.com).
...and here's Laura's take on things:
"Earlier this year during a training ride with Mark, I was lamenting my painfully lackluster road season. At some point, Mark raised the topic of cyclocross. (I know, I was suprised too.) Since I was suffering from a delirium caused by lack of oxygen and low blood sugar, I don't remember the entire conversation, but it went something like this:
MARK: You should do 'cross! It's LOADS of fun and it will build up your power and aerobic fitness for next year!
LAURA: Yeah, I've heard that 'cross is good winter training. But I'm not very coordinated. I don't think I'd be able to get over the barriers....
MARK: Oh don't worry about that! 'Cross isn't very technical and it's mostly flat! You'll love it!
LAURA: Really? Well...OK....
Fast forward 3 months, and I arrived at Lily Pons with my very own 'cross bike, still bearing the collection of bruises that I had amassed while falling into and around the sand pit and barriers at Charm City. This time, I knew how to get through the barriers (thanks to the apt instruction of Mark and Zach) and there were no sand pits. Convinced that the mechanical difficulties at Charm City were the only other obstacle to my complete domination over the cyclocross world, I made my way to the registration tent.
Mark and Michael met me at the registration tent and offered to take me on a pre-ride of the course. As we threaded our way around the lily ponds, Mark pointed out places that offered a good line through corners. It was flat, there was no sand and, armed with Mark's advice on cornering around the ponds, my confidence grew. At last, I would do well! A top five finish was mine!
But then we came to the cliff. I had heard this particular topographic feature described previously as a "run up" and a "drop off". Because I don't yet speak 'cross, Mark and Zach translated for me: "It's a short, steep little hill. You run up and then drop down the opposite side. It's nothing to worry about." I had watched a Utube video of the dropoff again and again during the week prior to the race. Somehow, though, the perspective in the video didn't quite do justice to the wall of dirt and rocks that I was staring up at on the back section of the course dubbed the "party zone".
I began lugging my bike up the cliff (aka "run up"). Meanwhile Mark and Michael casually dismounted and bounded, antelope-like, up the wall, scissor-kicked in the air, remounted, and hurled themselves down the opposite side, emitting cries of "Yeeha!" and "Woohoo!". I, on the other hand, stood at the top, looking down at the litter of weeds, rocks, and dirt at the base of the cliff, trying to recall whether my current benefits package would allow me to be treated by an out-of-state healthcare provider, or whether I would need to have my husband cart my broken body back to Pennsylvania before I could be pieced back together.
Mark and Michael stood at the top of the rise opposite the dropoff calling for me. There was an awkward pause. "Are you kidding me?!" I called. After realizing that I was having second thoughts about throwing myself off the top of a cliff, Mark and Michael graciously returned and tried to coax me down off the ledge. "Don't think about it!" "Just put your weight on the back wheel and let go!" Mark and Michael, in an effort to convince me that this was all carefree fun, ran up and threw themselves down the hill 2 or 3 more times, whooping and yeeha-ing. "See? Nothing to it!"
A traffic jam of riders began to build behind me and a small crowd of on-lookers began to gather. I kept waiting for the chant: "Jump! Jump! Jump!" Everyone began offering advice and encouragement: "Just don't think about it!" "They have excellent hospitals in this area!" "Don't hit the brakes on your way down!" "If you start to lose it, throw the bike!"
Michael and Mark, in an amazing show of team support, stayed with me. By then, I'm sure they felt like witnesses at a car accident. Mary rolled up. "Come on, Laura, you can do it! You gave birth to 2 kids. This is nothing!" I pointed out that childbirth was much slower and involved no rocks. Apparently, this didn't convince Mary, and down she flew with an enthusiastic "Woohoo!"
I stared down at the rocks and tangle of weeds again and began fishing for excuses to graciously bow out. Mark, however, was not accepting excuses and he and Mary came back up the hill. I rolled up to the edge, wondering if it would be bad luck to tell someone to have my husband bring the car around in order to avoid the pesky wait for the ambulance. I let go. I did it! WOOHOO! (Apparently, all of the whooping is a shout of thanks for returning to sweet earth unharmed.)
I managed to cause a traffic jam only once more when I came back to the hill on the first lap of the race. Fortunately, Diane Vettori, accompanied by a group of women that I had just passed on a flat section, rolled up behind me and offered inspiration: "MMOOOVVE!" That worked, and I was off.
Everything after that is a blur of lilypads, gravel, and the sight of that hill over and over again. I finished the race and didn't even come in last. I successfully went down the cliff 4 or 5 more times (I lost count--as I said, it was a blur)."
...and here's Laura's take on things:
"Earlier this year during a training ride with Mark, I was lamenting my painfully lackluster road season. At some point, Mark raised the topic of cyclocross. (I know, I was suprised too.) Since I was suffering from a delirium caused by lack of oxygen and low blood sugar, I don't remember the entire conversation, but it went something like this:
MARK: You should do 'cross! It's LOADS of fun and it will build up your power and aerobic fitness for next year!
LAURA: Yeah, I've heard that 'cross is good winter training. But I'm not very coordinated. I don't think I'd be able to get over the barriers....
MARK: Oh don't worry about that! 'Cross isn't very technical and it's mostly flat! You'll love it!
LAURA: Really? Well...OK....
Fast forward 3 months, and I arrived at Lily Pons with my very own 'cross bike, still bearing the collection of bruises that I had amassed while falling into and around the sand pit and barriers at Charm City. This time, I knew how to get through the barriers (thanks to the apt instruction of Mark and Zach) and there were no sand pits. Convinced that the mechanical difficulties at Charm City were the only other obstacle to my complete domination over the cyclocross world, I made my way to the registration tent.
Mark and Michael met me at the registration tent and offered to take me on a pre-ride of the course. As we threaded our way around the lily ponds, Mark pointed out places that offered a good line through corners. It was flat, there was no sand and, armed with Mark's advice on cornering around the ponds, my confidence grew. At last, I would do well! A top five finish was mine!
But then we came to the cliff. I had heard this particular topographic feature described previously as a "run up" and a "drop off". Because I don't yet speak 'cross, Mark and Zach translated for me: "It's a short, steep little hill. You run up and then drop down the opposite side. It's nothing to worry about." I had watched a Utube video of the dropoff again and again during the week prior to the race. Somehow, though, the perspective in the video didn't quite do justice to the wall of dirt and rocks that I was staring up at on the back section of the course dubbed the "party zone".
I began lugging my bike up the cliff (aka "run up"). Meanwhile Mark and Michael casually dismounted and bounded, antelope-like, up the wall, scissor-kicked in the air, remounted, and hurled themselves down the opposite side, emitting cries of "Yeeha!" and "Woohoo!". I, on the other hand, stood at the top, looking down at the litter of weeds, rocks, and dirt at the base of the cliff, trying to recall whether my current benefits package would allow me to be treated by an out-of-state healthcare provider, or whether I would need to have my husband cart my broken body back to Pennsylvania before I could be pieced back together.
Mark and Michael stood at the top of the rise opposite the dropoff calling for me. There was an awkward pause. "Are you kidding me?!" I called. After realizing that I was having second thoughts about throwing myself off the top of a cliff, Mark and Michael graciously returned and tried to coax me down off the ledge. "Don't think about it!" "Just put your weight on the back wheel and let go!" Mark and Michael, in an effort to convince me that this was all carefree fun, ran up and threw themselves down the hill 2 or 3 more times, whooping and yeeha-ing. "See? Nothing to it!"
A traffic jam of riders began to build behind me and a small crowd of on-lookers began to gather. I kept waiting for the chant: "Jump! Jump! Jump!" Everyone began offering advice and encouragement: "Just don't think about it!" "They have excellent hospitals in this area!" "Don't hit the brakes on your way down!" "If you start to lose it, throw the bike!"
Michael and Mark, in an amazing show of team support, stayed with me. By then, I'm sure they felt like witnesses at a car accident. Mary rolled up. "Come on, Laura, you can do it! You gave birth to 2 kids. This is nothing!" I pointed out that childbirth was much slower and involved no rocks. Apparently, this didn't convince Mary, and down she flew with an enthusiastic "Woohoo!"
I stared down at the rocks and tangle of weeds again and began fishing for excuses to graciously bow out. Mark, however, was not accepting excuses and he and Mary came back up the hill. I rolled up to the edge, wondering if it would be bad luck to tell someone to have my husband bring the car around in order to avoid the pesky wait for the ambulance. I let go. I did it! WOOHOO! (Apparently, all of the whooping is a shout of thanks for returning to sweet earth unharmed.)
I managed to cause a traffic jam only once more when I came back to the hill on the first lap of the race. Fortunately, Diane Vettori, accompanied by a group of women that I had just passed on a flat section, rolled up behind me and offered inspiration: "MMOOOVVE!" That worked, and I was off.
Everything after that is a blur of lilypads, gravel, and the sight of that hill over and over again. I finished the race and didn't even come in last. I successfully went down the cliff 4 or 5 more times (I lost count--as I said, it was a blur)."
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Mark Laser bring up the topic of cyclocross? I'm shocked! :-)
- Flash
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