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The Final 200: March 2011
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Monday, March 14, 2011. A Return to Bike Racing. I'll begin this post as I will undoubtedly begin countless others: I have not been keeping up with this blog. Not for lack of anything interesting, and certainly not because I have had too little time. I'm not sure why really. But now that race season has unofficially officially arrived, there is suddenly a reason to chronicle my exploits beyond:. I got on my bike. Four hours later, I got off my bike. I am out of shape. And Mike Shinall would be the anchor...
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Hugging the Turns: Other Reads
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Sam likes to win even when he knows he won't. Party at the Back. Steve likes to get into internet fights and is generally underestimate. Racing on No Sleep. AJ likes dealing with horrible racing luck and really doesn't sleep. Another Beautiful Day in Paradise. Ian likes statistics and loves Vermont. ECCC - Director's Call. Joe likes well-run bike races and hates gluten. Whit likes cyclocross and loathes cooking bacon naked. Cosmo likes delving into well constructed rants and making clever graphics.
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The Final 200: January 2011
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Sunday, January 16, 2011. It's cold outside. Part #2. My teammate Hughes rolls up along side of me as we enter Dover center, our designated halfway point for our ride of the day, and asks this simple question: "Training with tubular tires. Great idea? Cut to less than two miles later, where he and two others are on the side of the road peeling a newly flatted tubular tire from his front rim. You can't make this stuff up. Big shout-out to Ned Connelly who is officially my first subscriber! On what was a s...
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The Final 200: May 2012
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012. Stafford Springs aka, the real hipster NASCAR. I’ve wanted to race this crit from the moment I heard about it: A zero corner, super fast, wide-open oval, which, on the day, featured a blistering tailwind finish. If you were to suggest that there are other races with better circumstances for me to win, I would call you a liar. Windy backstretch kept everyone pinned down behind us. I was secretly brimming with pride. My boys were burying themselves for me… and I had ple...With 5 to g...
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The Final 200: April 2011
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011. The ride before the Boston Marathon is a tradition. It dates back years and years. Last year was the very first time I had ever participated. Tales of its toughness, constant attacks, and blinding speed were all anyone could talk about in the preceding days. It did not disappoint. In the end 4 of us made it to the finishing line before they closed Boylston. I have been looking forward to this ride since the minute it ended one year ago. My name is Sam Rosenholtz. I'm a bike racer.
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The Final 200: Charge Pond.
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Saturday, March 24, 2012. Charge Pond is a body of water buried deep in the bowels of Myles Standish State State Park. It is traced by a small ribbon of tarmac. Tales are told of a Field Of Dreams. Type scenario where dozens of skinny men on plastic bicycles converge, seemingly by instinct, on what has to be the most out-of-the-way-middle-of-nowhere-desolate criterium in existence. Lap one: Early attacks flurry off the front, and string out the field. General antagonist and Metlife top dog Peter Bell.
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The Final 200
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Thursday, May 17, 2012. DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU JUST HIT ME? I yell into the shut window of a late model Toyota. I am dumbfounded as the girl/woman looks up from applying her make-up, the entire contents of her bag strewn out on her lap, and glances at me with empty, careless eyes. She responds, with just about the amount of drunken lack of situational awareness I was expecting from this baffling idiot. as if I willed her to say it. YOU JUST HIT ME. WITH YOUR CAR". And I got it. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? The light ...
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The Final 200: March 2012
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Sunday, March 25, 2012. My Chariots Of Fire. I have a tendency to anthropomorphize inanimate objects. I have an especially hard time with bicycles. So, with that in mind, I would like to take some time to tell you the tale of some my bikes. Each one has a storied history, which I think will add much needed depth and background to anything you are going to read on this site. So, without further adieu, I present you with part one in a potentially endless series:. Look at the size of that cassette! He's not...
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The Final 200: One of these things just doesn't belong.
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012. One of these things just doesn't belong. Timely race reports are not my thing. In some ways I think it's better that I don't immediately recall the race in writing because it would probably read something like: "OMG AND THEN I ATTACKED AND IT WAS THE BEST THING EVAR BLAHHHHH! Though, to be honest, this is one race report that will most likely end up sounding like that regardless of how much time I give myself to calm down. When they called for the Ryan Kelly. Also of the internet)...
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The Final 200: My Yearly Pilgrimage to the High Mountains.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012. My Yearly Pilgrimage to the High Mountains. You may remember a short, heart-felt, and incredibly well written post I wrote about one of my bicycles. It began, as these stories usually do, with a fun set of circumstances. Having been hit by a car the preceding Wednesday, and winning a bicycle race. Thank god for recovery days. The following day, I went on my first real. Found their way into cycling. I attribute Josh's new found interest in the sport almost entirely to them, an...
