How to Size Up the Competition

06.17.2005 | 3:14 pm

Part I: The Rider

When does riding become racing? Two simple rules:

  • When there are two riders: It is possible for two cyclists to ride together without it turning into a race — but only if it has already been established that one of the two cyclists is the alpha rider.
  • When there are three or more riders: If there are three or more cyclists, there will be racing — whether it be a race to the summit, a race to the next signpost, or a race of fatigue. The race may not be aknowledged, but it is there.

Of course, before you embark upon any race, you want to understand your competition. Today, I will begin to explain how you can assess your chances against your cycling foes.

The Cyclist

  • Clothes Fit: The type and tightness of the jersey and shorts give you a good indication of the relative confidence of your opponent:
    • Loose fitting: If the shorts and/or jersey are loose-fitting, the cyclist has something — ie, fat — to hide. He knows he’s not at the top of his game. Plan to destroy this cyclist on the climbs.
    • Form fitting: You don’t need me to tell you what this means. This is a person who has earned his physique. All you can hope for is that he earned it in the gym, not on the bike.
    • Used to be form-fitting, but now looks uncomfortably tight: Oh, that’s me. Don’t worry, I’m no threat to you.
  • Sponsor branding: This is complex. Bike clothes with sponsor branding can mean different things on different people.
    • Full team kit on a guy with hairy legs: This person read a Men’s Health article about the benefits of cycling a couple years ago and watched the Tour de Lance last year, whereupon he decided to “get into” cycling. He has money to spend, but no biking skills whatsoever. Toy with him, then ride away.
    • Full team kit on a guy with shaved legs: Could mean trouble. He’s clearly a fanboy, and cares enough about cycling that he probably rides plenty. Going to have to go to secondary clues: leg definition, evidence of a spare tire, suntan pattern, bike clues. 
    • Jersey advertising a non-bike-sponsoring consumer product: This is a person who buys his jerseys at a bike store, as opposed to getting them as souvenirs for races he’s done. This person does not take biking seriously enough. A few intermediate sprints should demoralize him nicely. That said, I desperately want the Reeses Peanut Butter Cup jersey advertised in the current Performance Bike Catalog. Have I mentioned that Saturday is my birthday? Size Large, please.
    • Race / Event branding: This is helpful only if you know the circumstances under which the jersey can be obtained. If it’s a jersey you have to buy, it means your opponent wishes he were fast, but isn’t. If the jersey can only be obtained by finishing — or worse, winning — a race, you may have a serious race on your hands. 
    • No branding whatsoever: Inscrutable. This is clearly a guy who either wants to fade into the background because he sucks (70% chance), or likes to go stealth so that you feel that much worse when he cleans your clock (30% chance). Look for secondary clues.
  • Legs: Evaluate his tan, his hairiness, and his quads and calves.
    • Tan = trouble. But check where the tan starts and ends. If he’s tan right up to the bike shorts line but not beyond, and his quads are the tannest part of his body, you’ve got a real cyclist on your hands. If his forehead has a strange tanning pattern on it that suddenly makes sense when he puts on his helmet and glasses, this spells trouble with a capital T.
    • Shaved legs = serious cyclist. Why do shaved legs matter? Because they mean he’s made a commitment to cycling. They also mean he’s vain, because the purpose of shaved legs is to increase the visibility of your leg muscle definition.
    • Leg definition and size: Finally, check the size and cut of his quads and calves. If he’s just cut, you can probably take him on the flats. If he’s just big, you can get him on the climbs. If he’s both, just try to draft.

Part II: The Bike

Anyone who’s ever gathered at a start line knows that there’s an awful lot of sly bike inspections going on. But gauging the quality of the cyclist based on what he’s riding isn’t limited to start lines. You can do it practically anytime — looking at bikes on car racks and looking at bikes people are riding as you pass / are passed are two common times. Today, let’s take a look at how you can quickly size up the competition, just by looking at what they ride.

  • Reflectors: This is the absolutely most obvious way you can be sure someone’s not serious about cycling. If he’s left the reflectors on his bike, he’s clearly not considering the extraordinarily deleterious (wow, I just used “deleterious” in a sentence!) effects on his speed the weight and poor aerodynamics of the reflectors will have. (
  • Drivetrain: The drivetrain is a good indicator of the person’s riding style:
    • Shimano = all about the efficiency and reliability. 80% chance that the rider also drives a Japanese car. High likelihood that the rider will be a good tactician and a a smart rider.
    • Campagnolo means the rider cares all about the history of cycling and the passion of cycling and will fly into a fit if you do not profess an undying love for Eddy Merckx. This person corners with passion. He climbs with passion. He descends with passion. He attacks with passion. And when you beat him, he will throw a raging fit.
    • SRAM: This person isn’t interestedd in beating you. He’s interested in doing his own thing, man. If you suggest working together, he’ll look at you like you’re from Mars.
    • Singlespeed means that he no longer cares about winning, or at least wishes to project the image that he no longer cares. He’s jaded, like James Dean on a bike. OR it’s possible that he is bringing enough game to the ride that he’s confident he can beat you even without the benefit of technology.
  • Wheels: Everyone talks about wheels as if they’re the biggest factor in how fast you go. Let me tell you a secret: your wheels aren’t going to make you any faster or slower. They’re not going to change the quality of your ride. So, if you see that your competition is riding with very expensive wheels, don’t worry about him being faster than you. Instead, just make a mental note that this person is gullible and that you’ll probably be successful at selling him NuSkin products later.
  • Frame: A brand-new frame says more about your opponent’s income than about his ability on a bike. It could mean he’s new to biking. It could mean he just nailed a sponsor. It could mean he wore his previous bike out. However, a well-worn bike says a lot about the rider. If it’s well-used and well-maintained, count on a tough race. If the frame is a couple years old but still looks new, your competition is more likely riding a New Years’ resolution — one that didn’t work out — from a couple years ago. If he’s riding a frame that’s several years old and still in good shape, you know you’re racing a lifer. If the rider looks strong, be ready for some serious competition.
  • Pedals: Better to have them than not. Okay, I can see I’m running out of steam here.

 

How to Size Up the Competition, Part I: The Cyclist

06.16.2005 | 10:05 pm

When does riding become racing? Two simple rules:

  • When there are two riders: It is possible for two cyclists to ride together without it turning into a race — but only if it has already been established that one of the two cyclists is the alpha rider.
  • When there are three or more riders: If there are three or more cyclists, there will be racing — whether it be a race to the summit, a race to the next signpost, or a race of fatigue. The race may not be aknowledged, but it is there.

Of course, before you embark upon any race, you want to understand your competition. Today, I will begin to explain how you can assess your chances against your cycling foes.

The Cyclist

  • Clothes Fit: The type and tightness of the jersey and shorts give you a good indication of the relative confidence of your opponent:
  • Loose fitting: If the shorts and/or jersey are loose-fitting, the cyclist has something — ie, fat — to hide. He knows he’s not at the top of his game. Plan to destroy this cyclist on the climbs.
  • Form fitting: You don’t need me to tell you what this means. This is a person who has earned his physique. All you can hope for is that he earned it in the gym, not on the bike.
  • Used to be form-fitting, but now looks uncomfortably tight: Oh, that’s me. Don’t worry, I’m no threat to you.
  • Sponsor branding: This is complex. Bike clothes with sponsor branding can mean different things on different people.
    • Full team kit on a guy with hairy legs: This person read a Men’s Health article about the benefits of cycling a couple years ago and watched the Tour de Lance last year, whereupon he decided to "get into" cycling. He has money to spend, but no biking skills whatsoever. Toy with him, then ride away.
    • Full team kit on a guy with shaved legs: Could mean trouble. He’s clearly a fanboy, and cares enough about cycling that he probably rides plenty. Going to have to go to secondary clues: leg definition, evidence of a spare tire, suntan pattern, bike clues. 
    • Jersey advertising a non-bike-sponsoring consumer product: This is a person who buys his jerseys at a bike store, as opposed to getting them as souvenirs for races he’s done. This person does not take biking seriously enough. A few intermediate sprints should demoralize him nicely. That said, I desperately want the Reeses Peanut Butter Cup jersey advertised in the current Performance Bike Catalog. Have I mentioned that Saturday is my birthday? Size Large, please.
    • Race / Event branding: This is helpful only if you know the circumstances under which the jersey can be obtained. If it’s a jersey you have to buy, it means your opponent wishes he were fast, but isn’t. If the jersey can only be obtained by finishing — or worse, winning — a race, you may have a serious race on your hands. 
    • No branding whatsoever: Inscrutable. This is clearly a guy who either wants to fade into the background because he sucks (70% chance), or likes to go stealth so that you feel that much worse when he cleans your clock (30% chance). Look for secondary clues.
  • Legs: Evaluate his tan, his hairiness, and his quads and calves.
    • Tan = trouble. But check where the tan starts and ends. If he’s tan right up to the bike shorts line but not beyond, and his quads are the tannest part of his body, you’ve got a real cyclist on your hands. If his forehead has a strange tanning pattern on it that suddenly makes sense when he puts on his helmet and glasses, this spells trouble with a capital T.
    • Shaved legs = serious cyclist. Why do shaved legs matter? Because they mean he’s made a commitment to cycling. They also mean he’s vain, because the purpose of shaved legs is to increase the visibility of your leg muscle definition.
    • Leg definition and size: Finally, check the size and cut of his quads and calves. If he’s just cut, you can probably take him on the flats. If he’s just big, you can get him on the climbs. If he’s both, just try to draft.

    Tomorrow: How to Size Up the Competition, Part II: The Bike

    Today’s weight: 176.4. Clearly, I’m in big trouble for this week’s Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes. I went up today (not a lot, but still…), which is the wrong direction.

    Bonus excitement: Active.com has published my review of the Suunto n6HR.

    Utah (Still) Rules

    06.16.2005 | 12:05 am

    I’ve lived in Washington for about 1.5 years now, and there’s a lot to like. I like how friendly car drivers are to me when I’m commuting to work on my bike. I like the excellent roads around my house in Sammamish. I like how beautiful and green this area is.

    But the fact is, it’s June 15 today, and I rode my bike to work wearing tights and a long-sleeve jersey. And I guarantee that I was not overdressed.

    I hadn’t thought much about how much colder it is here than in Provo, UT, until yesterday, when I took an impromptu trip out to my old home town to see my friends and go mountain biking for a day. Where it’s warm. And sunny. And the question isn’t whether there’s great singletrack nearby, it’s what flavor of great singletrack you’re in the mood for.

    The 7-Year-Drought Was My Fault

    I lived in UT for about 10 years, seven of which were low-rain years. We were riding in the mountains in March, and were high in the mountains by late May. This makes for great fun early in the season, but by July you’re riding in deep dust. One of the things I looked forward to when I moved to Washington was no longer having to worry about enough water.

    And so — of course — Washington is now coming out of the puniest Winter ever with the likelihood of water restrictions. UT mountains still have big snowcaps left over from the massive snowpack.

    I can only conclude that I am The Drought Bringer. Fear me.

    The Ride that Wasn’t

    This (I mean the still-present snowpack, not my new status as a Drought Bringer) meant that it wouldn’t be possible to do my absolute favorite mountain bike ride of all time: Tibble Fork. That’s a minor shame, because I do not know of any trail in the whole world that has such an outrageously perfect combination of singletrack: killer climbs around switchbacks. Tricky moves up and over rocks, roots, and fallen logs. Perfectly-banked, rocket-fast singletrack through aspen and pine.

    I swear, I get misty even thinking about it. Although, to be candid, it’s probably best that I didn’t get a chance to do this ride — the last time I rode Tibble Fork, I was not a Fat Cyclist. In fact, I was a cyclist who could punish most other cyclists who tried to keep up on the climbs. It’s probably best for me to remember riding that trail as the old me.

    Jacob’s Ladder

    Another great ride we used to do is called Hog Hollow, in Alpine, UT. As we’d get to the saddle after a relentless 4-mile climb, I’d inevitably make a snarky remark about all the houses being built on the mountain and how soon enough the whole thing would be paved and we’d be doing this ride on road bikes.

    Well, now Dug’s gone and bought one of those houses. Which is where we started a ride from. And I have to admit, now I can see why people want to buy houses up on that mountain. The view’s killer, you’re away from the city, and the Jacob’s Ladder portion of Hog Hollow is right out his back door.

    Big Wheels

    Kenny loaned me his new Fisher Paragon for this ride — everyone else was riding singlespeeds (better give the Fat Cyclist something with a derailleur; we don’t want him to die out on the trail — too hard to haul his carcass back to the road). Those 29" wheels completely change the way a bike feels — it seemed like I was waaaaay too high. One time when I went to swing my leg over the saddle to get on the bike, I wound up hanging my leg up on the seat instead, putting me in a trapped, hopping, teetering dance with the bike. I’m not just the Fat Cyclist, I’m the goofy, clumsy cyclist.

    And that wasn’t the only thing that was different. He had Grip Shifters, which I haven’t used since my first mountain bike. And Magura Marda disc brakes. Now, to this point, I’ve always been happy with my V-brakes: I can stop every time. But there was in fact something extraordinary about those disc brakes on Kenny’s bike — great modulation, super-light touch, very confidence-inspiring. "I might have to get me a pair of these," I thought.

    Then he told me they cost $500. You know, my V-brakes are just fine.

    The Actual Riding

    While we were riding, I kept rotating through a bunch of different thoughts:

    • It feels so great to be on a mountain bike again.
    • Wow, I sure am tentative on the downhills. Is that because I’m not used to the bike, or am I really that rusty on a mountain bike?
    • Hey, the group isn’t riding away from me on the uphills. Is that because they’re on singlespeeds, because I’m losing some weight and getting my climbing ability back, or are they just taking pity on me?
    • Why am I so neurotic, asking myself all these dumb questions?
    • Maybe I should stay in my middle ring for this ride, as a show of solidarity with the singlespeeds. (Looks at next climb.) Or, maybe not.

    The Resolution

    Jacob’s Ladder is a great out-the-door ride; Dug’s lucky to have it. Great singletrack, fun technical downhill, and a good climb. All with a killer view. It made me homesick for when I had "Frank" — a 7-mile singletrack loop — right out my front door, back when I lived in UT.

    It’s time I quit sticking to the roads here in WA. There’s great mountain biking to be had. I’ve just got to go exploring.

    Today’s Weight: 176.2. Not much of a loss from Monday, but hey. I was travelling. Cut me a break, will you?

    Super-Secret Dieting Techniques

    06.13.2005 | 4:58 pm

    OK, I know why everyone’s here today. Let’s start off with the Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes Update.

    Today’s Weight: 176.4 — a pound lighter than my goal of 177.4. Another $25 goes into the Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes kitty, but I’m only setting a goal of losing 2 lbs this week, since both my birthday and Father’s Day happen this weekend. If I can net 2lbs loss this week, I’ll be impressed with me.

    Oh, so you mean I’ll lose weight if I exercise and eat reasonably? Well, why didn’t you say so? I tried something a little different this weekend — instead of being "good" through the day and then going on a late night eating binge, I allowed myself to eat some of the things I like best — chips, guacamole, etc. — during the early part of the day, an hour or so before my big ride (figuring I’d be more likely to burn those extra calories off during a ride). I found that when evening came, I hadn’t become resentful of the diet.

    I went the whole weekend without a nighttime grazing session.

    Yay, me.

    The eagles are coming!

    On the way to work today, I saw three different eagles — one of them was a bald eagle, I’m pretty sure — flying over and around Lake Sammamish. The sun was out, the trees were green, the breeze was nice, the rain from earlier in the morning made the world smell clean.

    Life = good.

    Newsflash: Riding with Friends is Fun

    06.10.2005 | 8:03 pm

    I’m in that really busy middle-aged stage of life right now. Career’s in full gear. Kids are young and like lots of attention (soon enough they’ll think I’m a total dork, so I try to appreciate that they like me right now). Not much time for myself. This is also the case for pretty much everyone I know.

    So, mostly, I ride alone, making the commute my workout and getting in a longer ride on Saturday morning before the rest of the family gets moving. Catch as catch can.

    Which makes rides like the one this morning extra fun. Nick, David, Ricardo and I did a road ride around Mercer Island. The weather wound up being beautiful, and the road around Mercer Island is always great. Rolling and very twisty, with just a few short steep pitches good for some King-of-the-Mountain points. The view — water, trees, nice houses — was great, and it was nice to just zoom along, chatting and biking at about 70% power.

    Plus, it felt good to find that I could spank them on the climbs (I have no idea if they were trying to keep up whenever I jumped, but at least in my head, I’m wearing a polka-dot jersey today). My legs are coming back; I can climb again. Now I just need to get rid of my gut.

    Bonus comedy: One of us — I won’t say who — had some bad luck at an uphill start from a stop sign. This nameless person got clipped in, but then wasn’t able to turn the crank over and fell over sideways — right in front of a schoolbus that was just starting to roll. The bus stopped, waited for this unfortunate cyclist to drag himself off to the side of the road, and then pulled forward, opened the bus door and gave this cyclist a stern lecture. Shame on the cyclist for having the nerve to fall over! Shame! Shame! Sheesh.

    Solo on the Road vs. Solo on the Mountain

    Since moving out to WA, my mountain bike has collected dust, while I ride my road bike most every day. I’m not sure why, but it’s just nowhere near as fun to ride the MTB solo. I talked with my friend Bob — who used to live in WA and is moving back here next month — and he had the same experience. Road biking alone every day = fine. Mountain biking alone every day = not so fine. Maybe that’s just because it’s too much of a reminder: Bob and I come from a group where MTB riding was very social. So MTB riding alone just underscores the fact that you’re nowhere near your core group anymore.

    Or the reason may be much simpler. Ie, I don’t ride my mountain bike here because I have the absolute worst sense of direction in the world, and fear that if I go exploring trails here, I’ll get lost and never be seen again.

    Today’s weight: D’oh! Getting up so early, I forgot to weigh myself, but I doubt I’m at that 177.4 I have as my goal. I guess we’ll see on Monday whether I get to keep my $50.

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