Ahh the Ides of March. I have treated it like a long training camp focused on top end power. I went into Salty and Tall with 2 days of interval work and built from there. This weekends race, the Northwest Arkansas Classic, has been a place where I have gotten above average results. In 2009 I got 2nd place in a breakaway of 3...and we were off the front for the vast majority of the race. That sounds familiar seeing as I was in a breakaway of 3 that went on the first lap, this year. Oh and I got 2nd once again.

The day was cold and humid, not fun. But the thing that got to me the most was the overcast skies. I hate cloudy weather for race days. It does something to my motivation. I was not a happy camper when we sat at the start line. I tried to stay positive and look on the brighter side of things, like that everyone is having to race in the same conditions. Needless to say that didn't help. I was still cold and I was still unmotivated.
When we started I thought, 'man...this is cold'. Then everyone was sprinting and my thoughts went from 'cold', to, 'wait, aren't we supposed to have a neutral start?', to, 'who cares!!'. It was a chaotic start but I warmed up and was fine for the rest of the race.


Evan Baby waiting to pounce!

 After the silliness stopped, the group became content on staying together for awhile. We got to the 'back' end of the course and you could feel that some guys had ants in their pants. Small non-threatening attacks soon followed and I followed wheels for a bit until we came to the base of the big daddy climb. As we approached the climb, the impetus of the group was gone and it seemed we were going to have ourselves a potty break. To me this was awesome seeing as my wheel wasn't in the rear dropout all the way. It wasn't coming out and luckily it wasn't rubbing but it did affect shifting a great deal. So as we slowed and slow down is all we did, one rider lurked off the front. No potty break for the kids, cross chaining and grinding gears for me. We rode up the hill in pursuit of the solo rider and I made my way up the group until I was sitting at about 10th wheel. I knew attacks would follow directly after the hill and it didn't help that we now had a rider with a growing gap off the front. So I followed attacks from Mercy and Wal-Mart/BMC until the opportune moment for me to attack came. It came in a moment of respite for the riders who had just attacked and I had some momentum as they slowed I used that to launch of the front to chase the lone wolf who was galloping off into the sunset. I attacked and was joined by one rider from the Tulsa Tough team. Together we caught the rider from Soundpony within a minute or so and quickly established a rotation. This is key. If you do not get organized with in a couple seconds, your chances of survival are minimal. Together we worked over the next couple laps, our gap reaching up to 3 minutes at one point. So, it wasn't a for sure thing that we were going to pull it off.

Coming around on the 2nd lap, we three amigos came through the start/finish/feed zone area and I needed a feed, so I tossed my bottle and reached up to get the bottle out of Zach's hand and he threw it at me. I know. I couldn't believe it. Sabotage from within. Not really, I pretty much hit the bottle with my open hand like I was trying to high five it or something. It was super cold out! 
Positive thoughts.

That's all I could try to tell my self. I rode the last lap of the race with a couple swigs of water left in my bottle. Keep in mind, we could get caught if the field decided it wanted to get organized. With little water and a smile on my face I plugged along. As we made our way into the headwind, the Tulsa Tough rider started skipping pulls. To counter this and to cover all my bases (staying away, conserving energy), I started to take shorter harder pulls. This gave me more time to recover as opposed to resting less and pulling longer. This plan worked and we approached the hill, I skipped a couple pulls and forced the Tulsa Tough rider to pull a few times before we approached the monster. We began the climb and I was in 3rd so I could watch everyone and not get caught off guard....as we climbed and my gears skipped, the Soundpony rider kept his pace and opened a small 5 meter gap on us. I didnt want to really torque my stuff so I sat thinking we got this, don't panic. As we crested the hill the Soundpony rider pulled away and I immediately gave chase. The Tulsa rider pulled a couple times but soon realized he didn't have it and he let me know. So I chased and chased with the gap staying the same. He was gone and I was out-classed. I didn't give up until we made the final turn and I realized, 'okay, he's gone and we aren't getting caught'. So with 1k to go I shook the Tulsa Tough riders hand and we rode in.

Jacob winning the field sprint on his Velocite Magnus
After the race I fixed my wheel and rode to the car to change. When I got changed I heard that Chad got 2nd and Jacob got 3rd in the 3's. I couldn't believe it. They set a plan in place and it worked. Before too long, I'll have some super strong teammates and we will be lining up at the races lookin pro and talkin smack with our legs.

I love this team and everything it stands for.

Til the next time I get an above average result,
Evan Bybee aka 'Ethan McBee' aka 'Evan Baby' aka 'niner' aka '109er' aka 'SirLoin'