Sunday Schooled: The Stations of Cross

How’d your race go?  Well I got forced off my line and into the deep mud and lost two spots.  Pow!  I can only train an hour a day and that’s what happens.  Ka-pew!  I got my foot tangled in course tape.  (Gesturing tying a noose around my neck.)  I biffed it in the sand.  (Make believe slitting wrists.)  I was wheezing like a donkey in the dust.  Asking, “How’d your race go” is like stealing Medusa’s hat and letting the negative snakes loose. 

My Best CX Season p/b Pearl Izumi

Still, those are some of the answers I’ve heard the past few weeks of racing cyclocross.  Surprisingly, many of them came from riders finishing in the top 5 or 10 in their fields, riders finishing better than 35 or 40 competitors.  Maybe it’s a humble Midwest thing.  Nobody wants to sound like they’re bragging by pointing out the great things they did in their race.  Yet these excuses are presented as if the rider were the victim of some unforeseen uncontrollable event or something impossible to overcome.  They are not. 

Gatch Front Row 2nd From Right Seconds from Doom!

Saturday at the Ohio State Cyclocross Championships I witnessed the Cyclocross Stations of the Cross.  For those who skipped Sunday School more than I, it’s the series of events leading up to the Crucifixion.  Without breaking out my notes, Jesus fell a few times along the way, died, was resurrected and is now seated at the right hand of God…aka the holy podium. 

Chasing Gatch...Again.

Saturday at the Masters 45+ Ohio State Champion Race, John Gatch, without question one of the fastest 45+ riders in the state missed his pedal at the start.  Sweetness!  I heard the gears crunch down his cassette, looked under my elbow to see him struggling.  Some call it smelling blood.  I smelt it and dealt it.  I drilled it at donkey wheezing pace hoping to put a definitive podium contender behind me in the first 100 meters.  I nabbed the holeshot at the first corner.  Gatch gone.  Two corners later I was passed and grabbed the wheel of defending gold medalist and eventual winner Brent Evans, right where I wanted to be.  Riding 2^nd wheel to last years champ, I just had to hang on and wait for my best opportunity to pounce or be trounced.

Gapped by Gatch for Good

After a few off camber ups and downs, Gatch came raring back through the start-finish, passing me…only to wipe out 45 seconds later on a snotty left hander around a tree.  Blood!  I punched it again, nearly closing the gap to Brent in the process.  Gatch was gone for good and I focused on trying to stay as close as possible to Brent’s fading jersey.  Two straightaways later, Gatch was back like a swarm of locusts.  He came around for a third time before the next muddy section, only to bobble exiting the mud.  BLOOD.  I passed and drilled it for a third time.  It was like trying to kill a zombie.  He passed again on a tight left hander headed back toward the pit.  Apparently fueled by 5 minutes of pure adrenalin, he was on fire.  I couldn’t hold his wheel.  I never would gain contact with him again, yet he would drop his chain mid-race and still make the holy podium, finishing third.  That's determination.  That's taking every spot and overcoming the obstacles while everyone is kicking you when you're down.  

So what’s your excuse again?  

#OVCX John Bryan: A TT with Beer & Cash

My Best CX Season Ever P/B Pearl Izumi

No where in the cyclocross training handbook is there a sentence that reads, “Loosen up by bunny-jumping lumps on the course just because it’s fun.”  Even with bright tall socks, beer handups and handlebar streamers, I’m nearly certain Cyclocross is a serious calculated business.  Just like pole dancing, it takes mad skillz to ride one handed through a sandpit for a dollar.  Still, headed into my 12^th week of dedicated training, not missing a single work-out, I felt good…maybe even frisky.  Meow. Down to 156 pounds, a week ago I set my best time on a local hill, strong, skilled and thin.  This OVCX race at John Bryan State Park in Yellow Springs Ohio marked the last hard workout of the past 3 months.  With a rest week, Crosstober, a month-long pursuit of an elusive piece of the top-20 Elite payout, was beginning.  Dammit, this was to be the month of Joe.  Don't make me break out my Sven Nys Prayer Candle.

Women's Elite Masters Podium

“I I I, I work owwwt,” Bridget let loose an X-Factor cast-off worthy wail over her iPod ear buds to LMFAO’s “I’m Sexy and I know It.”  Soon after the course opened for warm up, behind a teammate on my 2^nd easy paced “scout” lap, I saw a jumpable lump.  I pulled up on the bars and pedals, went sideways in the air and came down front end first and twisted, like a couch coming out of a garbage truck at the dump.  “I’m good.  See.  I’m okay.  Just a little dirt on my knee,” I reassured with a smile.  A spectator approached after the incident and said her daughter in her arms was concerned that I hurt myself.  How cute.  Truthfully, I gave myself a mother of a charley horse in my right thigh.  Feeling sheepishly stupid in public, I picked the grass out of my shifter and shoe buckle and fast pedaled to our tent.

The Battle of Doug and Don-Bill

“You guys got a massage stick?” I asked.  “Jimmy usually has one,” Bridget replied.  ADD Jimmy never sits still.  I’ll never find him I thought.  Using my years of cycling first aid experience, I slathered some embrocation on the bruise hoping to feel searing heat rather than my throbbing pulse, got on the trainer and attempted to spin the mooglie out.  It sort of worked.  Little did I know my bike was also hurting with a slightly rolled tire from my auger into the dirt.  As the Cat 3’s wrapped up, my hot-lap began.  Even on the gutsy wheel of eventual 45+ winner Fred Rose, I held tight and so did the tire with 15 month old crackly glue.

My Sven Nys Prayer Candle

The whistle blew.  From the 4^th row of the Elite race I dodged a mis-clip from Chris Durand and shot up the right side.  With a wide course for the first 300 meters, I knew it’d be a merciless start and I showed none, slotting into 20-25^th by the first real corner.  Like I planned, I chilled for 10.5 seconds and fired off the 2^nd bullet heading toward the pits moving up a few more spots.  I was a spot or two in front of nemeses Corey Green and Peter Hills, right where I wanted to be.  It may sound cold and calculated, but that’s how I know when I’m riding well.  I find calm in the confusion.  I bagged another spot before the sand, shot out the other side, hit the U-turn onto the pave and rubababubububub.  My front tire nearly washed out.  Two riders slid underneath.  Like a NASCAR under steer, into a series of five off-camber up-downs, I’d turn the bars left and my bike wanted to go right.  My tire was still on, but I knew I had rolled it.

Jeff: "This is how we do it"

“Front Tire,” I shouted to my teammates watching.  After a few corners, I saw Jaden running to the pit.  I ducked in.  “Where’s your wheels,”  he shouted.  “Next to Steven’s,” I said.  “Which ones are Stevens?”  Oh Jesus.  Two stooges.  I swear I saw 9 guys pass under my elbow.  Still trying to be Cancellara calm in the wheel change as another guy in the pit kindly undid my front skewer and brake cable, I said, “the white bag.  Mine are the Zipps next to ‘em.”  The silly thing was the white bag was a Zipp bag and if you’ve ever seen the pits at a Masters cross race, even everyone’s 2^nd set of wheels is carbon and 65% of those are Zipps.  Essentially I was pointing at one egg in a carton and saying, “No THAT egg!”  Of course I didn’t open up the skewer to drop-out width before I put my spare wheels in the pit.  Of course Jaden had trouble getting in on.  Still I stayed as chill as possible and got back on course DFL but with a guy in front still in sight. 

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My hopes of a top 20 payout were dashed so it became a time trial…but with beer and cash.  Knowing at best I was looking at simply getting series points for finishing and maybe picking off a few spots, I kept it smooth.  Then the guy held out a can of PBR.  WTF.  I snagged it.  With a cheer behind me, I chugged.  Maybe I have a Wisconsin bred gene to not waste beer, so, hoping for it to land upright, I slightly slowed and softly dropped it.  I nearly barfed 200 meters later after a stomach stirring run over the barriers. 

A Line In The Sand

Then the dollar bills came out at the sand pit.  Essentially forcing riders to ride one handed through the worst line possible in deep sand for even a chance at snagging a buck.  I got the first, got the 2^nd, but dropped the 1^st.  Who knew I could ride sand one handed.  The next lap, the PBR guys moved to the log barriers.  They shouted, “Bunny hop ‘em!”  I did the first and, with total alligator noodle arms from chasing hard for 2 laps, ram-rodded the 2nd, nearly getting a saddle enema.  “That’s gonna be on You Tube,” someone shouted.  I nearly lost the three spots I had gained since the PBR.  Bunny hopping was out.  I put it in hammer mode, snagged another one-handed sand buck, got lapped by Ryan Knapp and finished.

At the tent, I pulled two sweaty dollars from the neck of my skinsuit.  Finally I made the payout.

The Perpetual Headwind: A Not-So Scientific Explanation

Headwind? I say vacuum.

Attn: Scientific Research Department at The Best Bike Blog Ever

Upon my recent excursions on the road I am again left to ponder the physics of "The Perpetual Head Wind."  You leave in a head wind. Turn every direction into a headwind and when you are officially bonked & toasted like a forgotten marshmallow over a campfire you turn for home into a small gust that feels like a revisit of Hurricane Ike.

It seems like every cyclist has experienced a ride like this. I humbly apologize if I have missed this post. If not, I would love to hear your thoughts on the topic. :o)

White Bar Tape Forever,

JH (via The Best Bike Blog Ever on Facebook)

Artist Rendering: Perpetual Headwind in Ohio River Valley

Dear JH,

We were among the church congregation at the Sisters of the Merciless Wind this past Sunday in Cincinnati.  Cincinnati is a very unfortunate place to ride when it’s windy.  There are four major river valleys in the area: The Great Miami, The Little Miami, The Licking and of course The Ohio River.  Route 8 which winds its way along the Ohio River is a perfect example of the phenomenon known as The Perpetual Headwind.  You’re in a headwind going west, east, uphill and then, expecting to be able to coast, you’re demoralized by the diabolical downhill headwind. 

The scientists at The Best Bike Blog Ever’s Scientific Research Department, who coincidently didn’t make the cut at Consumer Reports, have come up with an explanation for The Perpetual Headwind.  They think it has everything to do with Dyson Vacuum Cleaner’s patented cyclone technology, or something as freaky as an Englishman who spends too much time with vacuum cleaners. 

It's Science Dammit!

To help explain the theory, our idiots created a mock Ohio River Valley.  They took 2 patented wind wafers and meticulously adhered them to a thermoplastic flat surface.  You can do this at home or in your office with two Post-It-Notes and a CD jewel case.  Picture the post it notes as the ridges of the Ohio Valley and the CD jewel case as the river.  If you blow a westerly wind down the center, what do you think will happen to the ridgelines? 

They’ll blow to the outside of course!  No…no they don’t.  They blow inwards.  How can that be?

Sort of Freaky Isn't It?

You see, when wind blows down a valley, it creates a Dyson Vacuum effect.  The vacuum draws wind from around the other side of the ridges to fill the void in the valley.  What you think is a westerly wind on Route 8, turns into a headwind no matter which way you turn.  Ladies and Gentlemen, the Best Bike Blog Ever official puts the mystery of “The Perpetual Head Wind” to bed.  Good night.

Autonearbyu Syndrome: How To Lose Schababerle

Schababerle, the 2nd race in the Ohio Valley Spring Road Series is this weekend.  Here's a summary of survival for those making the trip to this spring classic climb in Northern Kentucky.


Autonearbyu Syndrome:

The incessant urge to quit every time your sniveling broken body passes your car at the intersection of California Cross and Rt. 10.

Toasters:

The crowd of people along the last pitch of the climb who have done this race enough to never do it again and have resorted to heckling your sorry ass as you deliver the mail.

El Perro De Tres Patas

The legendary three legged dog of Schababerle lives along the descent back to California Cross.  Unlike Ghost Dog who lives on Rt. 8 between Mentor and Silver Grove, at least you’ll see El Tres coming.  The issue is, at this point, you’ve finally caught your breath from the climb and closing gaps in the crosswind and all you want to do is chill in the pack.  It’s the perfect spot for El Tres to get a jump on eating you.  Think of it like this.  Ghost Dog comes out of nowhere, from behind another team’s unseen lead out train like Robbie McEwen.  El Tres attacks are as conspicuous as a bag of leaves in a windstorm, much like Cadel Evans.  You’ll see and hear him well before he gets you.  However, because you’re just getting your eyesight back from being over your lactate threshold for the last 20 minutes, you’re easy pickin’s.  El Tres doesn’t come out ever year.  Judging from the fact that he barely raises his head sometimes, it’s been rumored that El Tres has been high on doggy Ritalin from time to time.  El Tres will never die.  If he does there’s no shortage of three-leggers in Kentucky to take his place.

God-schooled-ya:

Realizing that Godzulla, the diabolical founder of this race with the tattoo arm warmers in the mis-matched Xavier kit who attacked from the gun on Rt. 10 just to mess with you, finished in front of you.  (See Fat Boy 10 Attack)

The Fat Boy 10 Attack

From the start at Flintlocks, with 5 or 6 times up the beast in your future, you’d think it’d be a rather mellow ride up Schababerle at least the first time, at least until the toaster, at least until the first pitch.  Nuh-uh.


If you’re unfamiliar with the toaster, Schababerle is actually a nice scenic climb with two slight stretches of quad relieving lulls on the way up.  The toaster is the last pitch to the tippy top.  When you get there it will feel like riding down and into a BMX style half pipe. Then you’ll realize it’s bigger than anything you’ve seen on the X-Games.  Frantically you’ll dump it into your lowest gear.  If you don’t drop your chain shifting from your 53-17 to your 39-27 at the wrong moment, you’ll soon find yourself looking at your cassette thinking that you brought the wheel with the 12-23.  


That said, no doubt, a slightly grizzly looking dude in an unfamiliar kit will attack well before the base of the climb on Rt. 10.  You’ll write him off as a big boy trying to get a jump on the climb and let him go.  He will be followed by three or four others thinking that his effort to get his caboose on the climb before everyone else is a good idea.  However, 5 guys up the road in different kits tends to make the alarm bells go off, especially knowing that the right turn into Schababerle and the first left on the climb will stretch the pack into a long 2-3 rider wide line.  No matter how you cut it, you’ll be following multiple attacks and be on the edge of crying for mama between bouts of the pukes before your Garmin even registers a change in elevation. 

Hell Hole:

The port-a-poddy along the backstop by the Flintlocks softball field that’s been there all winter and just beginning to thaw.  Guy tip: remove your sunglasses from your helmet before peeing.  Girl tip: invest in a Bumper Dumper.

“Sin” Ders

If you bought brand new road tires for the season, take them off your bike now.  Obviously you’ve never ridden in Mentor, KY in March.  You see, they don’t use salt on the roads here in winter.  Calcium chloride and beat juice are for pussy-towns like Cincinnati.  There’s a giant coal power plant just down the river.  When the coal is burned, cinders are the result.  It’s burnt up coal, what is referred to as coal ash.  Questionably biodegradable, it’s a wonderful thing.  It doesn’t really melt ice or snow.  Instead, being much like teeny tiny shards of black glass, they spread it on the roads.  It embeds itself into the tires of cars, essentially turning them into studded tires.  Brilliant!  It works exactly the same way with bike tires.  Only, your tires are .7 mm thick.  Suddenly those brand new Conti GP 4000 S’s have a hundred cuts on them.  Inside each cut is a microscopic black piece of glass.  If you don’t pull them all out after the race you’ll get flats for weeks.  My best advice: put your crappy-old out-of-fashion light blue Michelin tires on.  The best thing you can do is avoid the "black sand" and every time you hear a rider say “gravel” imagine them saying “glass.”  Throw your tires away after the race.

Indiana:

The state of residence for the winner of your race whose jersey you’ve never seen in your life.

Psycho: OVCX Masked Poochnosticator Picks Kings CX Podiums

Who'll lift their leg on the podium?  Who'll be a turd in the grass?  The results are in from "Psycho," the OVCX Masked Poochnosticator.  

At Harbin Park in Fairfield Wednesday night, and at practices all around the Ohio Valley, you may have seen a dog nearby.  Ah ha!  Well then, you've seen a stringer for Psycho.  And, they've seen you.  Maybe your chamois got sniffed, the salt crust on your shin licked, or you got a howl of disapproval casing a barrier or loosing the front tire on a tight corner.  The  animal kingdom has been watching you ride and reported back to Psycho.  

Last night, The Best Bike Blog Ever put the Bike Reg confirmed rider sheet in Psycho's Den.  If he peed on your name, Psycho picks you to lead the pack at OVCX #1 at King's this Sunday.  If not...you could be a turd in the grass.

Good Luck.  (note: Psycho ate the run down sheets of the Juniors, Tandum and other races, so there's no poochnosticating for those divisions...bad dog!)

Sunday - Men Cat 1/2/3 - Masters 35+/45+		top
Brian	Andriot	Bicycle Sport Inc.
Joe	Bellante	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Scott	Bond	Speedway Wheelmen
Thomas	Brockman	Louisville Firefighters
David	Coar	DRT Consulting
Erik	Fagerberg	Papa John's Racing Team
Micah	Fritzinger	Schellers Fitness & Cycling
John	Gatch	Huntington Bank / Specialized
Mitch	Graham	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Corey	Green
Chris	Grisvard	new hampshire cycling club
Keith	Lucas	Schellers Racing Team
Rick	Lyons	rogue racing
John	Mandrola	Papa Johns Racing Team
John	May, Sr	Barbasol/Rapid Transit
Michael	McShane
Andrew	Messer	DRT Racing pb Revolution Bike & Bean
Todd	Nix	Ohio Valley Velo
Phil	Noble	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Bruce	Pisarek	COBC National Engineering
Frederick	Rose	BikeReg.com
Sunday - Men Cat 1/2/3 - Masters 35+/45+ Entries: 21
Sunday - Men Cat 1/2/3 - Open		top
Christopher	Bogedin	Bob's Red Mill p/b Focus Bikes
Christopher	Chartier	Alderfer Bergen
Edwin	Colvin	Trek/BGI Racing
Zachary	Edwards	DRT Racing
Johnathan	Freter	Pro Chain cycling/ Team Turner
Scott	Gartman	Team Lake Effect
Erik	Hamilton
Josh	Johnson	DRT Racing
Jason	Karew	Bishops Bicycles
Rob	Kendall	Bob's Red Mill
Mike	Kennedy	Bob's Red Mill
Mason	Morgan	Cap City Cross
Geffrey	Moy
Travis	Mullen	29er Crew
Chris	Nevitt	Bob's Red Mill
Joshua	Prater	Speedway Wheelmen
John	Proppe	Lake Effect Racing
Adam	Rodkey	Speedway Wheelmen
Katsuhiro	Tanda	Team Athens / KT Prototype
Jacob	Virostko	Shamrock/Biowheels Racing
Matthew	Weeks	Team Lake Effect/Bike Authority
Kyle	Wingler	alan north america
Sunday - Men Cat 1/2/3 - Open Entries: 22
Sunday - Men Cat 3 - Masters 35+		top
David	Aukerman	Indiana Hand Center
Joern	Brockhaus	Michelob Ultra Cycling
Doug	Carraway	Ohio Orthopedic/Moro Cycling
Evan	Clark
Brian	Collier	BioWheels Racing
Jeff	Cyrus	CORA-Cincinnati Off-Road Alliance
Mark	Farmer	Ohio Orthopedic Center of Excellence/Moro Cycling
Butch	Farrell	Rogue Racing Project
Gregory	Fasig	Zephyr / Cycle Sport
Steven	Gers	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Corey	Green
David	Groen	National Engineering
Jerry	Hayes Ii	Queen City Wheels
Scot	Herrmann	team DAYTON
Peter	Hills	Michelob Ultra Cycling
Nate	Loman	Team Lake Effect/Hammer Nutrition
Rick	Maier	Team Dayton
Nathan	Mirus	BioWheels Cincy
Scott	Murschel	Biowheels Race Team
Layne	Peters	Team Awesome
Dave	Placke	Team OPLP
Rodney	Roof	ZWS/Cyclesport
Jeff	Schoeny	michelob ultra
Brian	Segal	Rogue Racing Project
Matt	Stierwalt	Rogue Racing Project
James	Turner	Team IPRO
Christoph	Uhlenbruch	Commonwealth Eye Surgery
Duane	Walker	BikeClicks.com/Team Louisville
Sunday - Men Cat 3 - Masters 35+ Entries: 28
Sunday - Men Cat 3 - Masters 45+		top
Lars	Andersen
Lou	Beckmeyer	7 Hills Racing
Scott	Belcher	7 Hills Racing
Brian	Blackwell	Rogue Racing Project
Jeffrey	Chambers	Schellers Racing Team
Fraser	Cunningham	Zephyr Wheel Sports
Chip	Ellison	QCW/Pearl Izumi
Chris	Grisvard	new hampshire cycling club
Doug	Hamilton	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
John	Harris	Rogue Racing Project
David	Hart	ZWS Cyclesport
Jim	Havey	Commonwealth Eye Surgery / Pedal the Planet
David	Lane	Main Street Velo
Kay	Ohta
Mike	Otting	7hills racing
Michael	Seiler	Rogue Racing Project
Kenny	Sipes	CKW Racing
Harry	Wicks	Biowheels/Reese- Campbell Racing
Scott	Young	Tri Tech
Sunday - Men Cat 3 - Masters 45+ Entries: 19
Sunday - Men Cat 3 - Open		top
Tim	Beberniss	One Call Now
Andrew	Beckman	Bob's Red Mill
James	Billiter	BioWheels/Reese-Campbell Racing
Andrew	Boneff
Jeremy	Burroughs	Queen City Wheels
Michael	Chewning	Team Hungry!
Joe	Czerwonka	Bob's Red Mill p/b Focus Bikes
Samuel	Dobrozsi	Prochain / Team Turner
Spencer	Hackett	B1 Bicycles
Luke	Haley	Red Zone Cycling
Michael	Jernigan	CAT Racing / Pittsburgh Elite Velo
Chauncey	Joyce	7 Hills Racing
Alex	Kerman	One Call Now
Ryan	Kiel	Lilly - Gray Goat Cycling
Dan	Lach	Cyclesport/Zephyr Wheel Sport
Nicholas	Leonard	Ohio Valley Velo
John	Markstein	Team Awesome / Jeni's
Andrew	Millard	ZWS/CycleSport
Jason	Monk	Main Street Velo
Jason	Mott	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Dave	Mundy	Team Dayton Michelob Ultra Cycling
Joseph	Nalley	BikeClicks / Team Louisville
Kerry	Nordstrom	Team Hungry!!1
Brad	Oakley	Pedal the Planet/Commonwealth Eye Surgery
Daniel	Ott	Darkhorse Racing
Scott	Pardi	Team Hungry!!
Jaden	Sempsrott	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Gregg	Shanefelt	ZWS/cyclesport
William	Sherman	Shamrock Cycles
Tim	Sholl	Ohio Orthopedic Center of Excellence/ Moro Cycling
Ray	Smith	Humana/Cycler's Cafe
Nick	Tinsler	Darkhorse Racing
Kevin	Vanwert	Zephyr Wheel Sports
Sunday - Men Cat 3 - Open Entries: 33
Sunday - Men Cat 4 - Masters 35+		top
Christian	Ambjorn	Reser Fusion Velo Experience
Aaron	Bovalino	Beaver Valley Velo
Bob	Butsch	Zephyr Wheel Sports
Chris	Carville	biowheels racing
Andrew	Cover
David	Garlow
Jason	Garneret	CORA-Cincinnati Off-Road Alliance
Kirk	Grynwald	Rogue Racing Project
Rick	Hoeting	Queen City Wheels
Bryan	Horton	Reser Fusion Velo Experience
Jason	Justi	Beaver Valley Velo
Larry	Long	Reser Fusion Velo Experience
Scott	Lyle	Zephyr Wheel Sports
Richard	McCreary	Michelob Ultra Cycling Team
Rick	McKenzie	Gears 4 Beers
Pope	Mobley	Rogue Racing Project
Tom	Mulpagano	Shamrock Cycles
Tim	Odonnell	Shamrock Cycles
Scott	Perry	Speedway Wheelmen
Larry	Pethick	BikeClicks/Team Louisville
John	Petrov	Queen City Wheels
Luther	Prater	Speedway Wheelmen
Robert	Prewitt	QCW
Eric	Puryear	Team Hungry!
Joseph	Rippe	Team Dayton/Michelob Ultra Cycling
Doug	Roemer	Rogue Racing Project - 502
Chip (otto)	Schug	Team WebCyclery.com
Brian	Segal	Rogue Racing Project
Bo	Sherman	Michelob Ultra Cycling
Shawn	Sichak	Cycle Sport
Duncan	Spillman
Jon	Timmons
Tim	Vincent	na
Mark	Whitt	Team Dayton
Sunday - Men Cat 4 - Masters 35+ Entries: 34
Sunday - Men Cat 4 - Masters 45+		top
Don	Bill	Michelob Ultra
Lance	Brown	Darkhorse Racing
Yngvar	Brynildssen	Speedway Wheelmen
Paul	Colavincenzo	Team Dayton
John	Downey	Gears4Beers
D.a.	Fleischer	Gears 4 Beers
Mike	Frey
Barry	Hughes
Todd	King
Janusz	Kossek
Peter	Lytle	Gears 4 Beers
Mark	McKenney	7 Hills Racing
Dave	Nissen	QCW
John	Rademacher	Queen City Wheels
Benjamin	Ross	7 Hills Racing Inc
Jeffrey	Schepper	Speedway Wheelmen
Eric	Schumacher	7 Hills Racing
Kelly	Sullivan	bishops bicycles
Dell	Williamson	Queen City Wheels
Sunday - Men Cat 4 - Masters 45+ Entries: 19
Sunday - Men Cat 4 - Open		top
Will	Bain	BikeClicks/Team Louisville
Chris	Blanchard	Miami University
Charles	Bossart
Zach	Cahill	Team Hungry
Darryn	Fessel	7 Hills Racing
Kurtis	Fraley	Ohio Orthopedic/ Moro Cycling
Mike	Frankeberger	Cycler's Cafe
Ben	Glover	Red Zone Cycling
Gavin	Haley	Red Zone Cycling
Marion	Hambrick	Rogue Racing Project
Matt	Harbaugh	Queen City Wheels
Patrick	Lach
Tyler	Lach	Cyclesport/Zephyr Wheel Sport
Nate	Maxson	Darkhorse Racing
Ian	McShane	Red Zone Cycling
Jared	Preston
David	Rohrer	Team Athens
Brian	Schultz	Ohio Orthopedic/Moro Cycling
Cooper	Simon	Red Zone Cycling
Brian	Sparkman
Michael	Starr	Team Hungry!
Alex	Steinker	Team Hungry
Adam	Stevens
Thomas	Waggener	main street velo
Jamie	Williamson	QCW
Andrew	Wright
Sunday - Men Cat 4 - Open Entries: 26
Sunday - One Day License Fee		top
Chris	Blanchard	Miami University
Barry	Hughes
Todd	King
Dave	Placke	Team OPLP
Tim	Vincent	na
Sunday - Women Cat 1/2/3		top
Nicole	Borem	DRT Racing
Melissa	Corliss	Team Dayton Michelob Ultra Cycling
Annajean	Dallaire	Alderfer Bergen
Bridget	Donovan	Trek Store Cincinnati/ Seven Cycles
Nancy	Henderson
Erika	Howard	Michelob Ultra Cycling
Gerry	Schulze	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Bridget	Sempsrott	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Kiersta	Tucker	Team Wood n Wave
Amanda	Virostko	Shamrock Cycles/Biowheels Racing
Sunday - Women Cat 1/2/3 Entries: 10
Sunday - Women Cat 3/4 - Masters 35+		top
Ginger	Ballard	TEAM Awesome/Jeni's IceCream
Mary	Bill	Michelob Ultra
Heather	Farrell	CORA
Claudia	Fritzinger	Schellers Fitness & Cycling
Karen	Hamilton	BioWheels/Reece-Campbell Racing
Geanie	Helfrich	Michelob Ultra
Tiffanie	Hills	Michelob Ultra Cycling
Jenny	Lytle	G4B
Staci	Mandrola	Papa Johns Racing Team
Karin	Reed	Team Dayton
Sunday - Women Cat 3/4 - Masters 35+ Entries: 10
Sunday - Women Cat 3/4 - Open		top
Elizabeth	Cobb	BikeReg.com
Shanna	Duffy	Michelob Ultra
Kate	Graham	Biowheels-Reece Campbell
Malissa	Petrov	ZWS Cyclesport
Jayne	Prater
Lindsay	Rodkey	Velo Bella
Chienhuei (janet)	Sherman	Sherman Racing
Sarah	Sherman	Michelob Ultra Cycling
Sarah	Swallow
Julie	Wilson	team DAYTON