Last weekend we went to Arkansas to do the Hell’s kitchen road race. I did this race once before as a cat 4. I remember in the 4s I attacked early and soloed for 40 miles and won by 6 minutes. That was my first Cat 4 race ever and needless to say I was all pumped up about being the next Lance.That was then and this is now and it seems as many things have changed. I’ve moved up through the ranks embossing my self to a category 1 rider. Racing in professional level races is never easy for an inexperienced kid like me. However, unlike the small events, the pressure for you to do well isn’t too high. You can take your time to learn the race and how everyone races. These smaller races, there always feels like there is more pressure on you. I’ve done well for my fair share of cat 1,2 races, but I wouldn’t consider myself a dominate rider in the Midwest peloton.
Hell’s kitchen is a race that splits up due to the rolling terrain, a lot of attacks and one really steep mile log hill. It’s a shame more people don’t come down to that race, as the scenery is beautiful. Rolling hills and some sunshine doesn’t hurt the eyes. However, it can hurt the legs.
We ended up riding 4 and half hours before the race, and it wasn’t too easy. We always met other people who seemed to go hard up every hill. After that we did 20 miles of endurance pace on some flat highway, in skidmark Arkansas. Needless to say, it was dark and we were starting to get a little scared at the end.
Despite the long ride the day beforehand, I felt pretty good. The legs seemed fresh enough and I wasn’t too sore. The race started off pretty fast but that’s the way I wanted it because I was a little cold from standing around at the starting line. A break ended up getting up the road, which had three of our guys in it, one of them being me. I attacked at the top of the hell’s kitchen climb the second lap and then Steve Tilford countered, followed by my teammate Terry. We let both of them get up the road and we were happy with that. Terry took 2nd, and I broke the top ten and so did Brian Diewza. Austin patrolled the pack and made sure no one could get to the break.
Thanks for reading,
Nolan