Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
SM 100
ShenandoahMt 100: Mandi 14th woman, 10 hours 36 minutes. Overall she hung in there for a better than mid pack finish.
Me 52nd overall, 8 hours 42
minutes. I rode a fast somewhat party pace all day. Didn't want to dig to deep was more concerned about enjoying my day.
John Weber, 9:34! Awesome finishing time for a fella who only rides 3 times a week!!!
Team JBS got some great exposure at a national level event and we all had a great painful time.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Davis Health Systems Sprint Tri
I was very pleased with my first Tri of the season. The Davis Health System race is always a great warm up for the year. I would like to thank all the guys on JBSRT for pushing me this year. I never dropped out of my big chain ring the entire race! Dropped my bike split by 3-4 min. Got 3rd overall (only 1 min behind 2nd place). The run was difficult as always but was happy with my time and training with "Swim Bob" always makes my swiming seem effortless. All in all things seemed to go well for me Saturday.Matt
I also participated in the tri. I was there representing JBS in the team event. My teammates were Bob " swim bob" McCutcheon and Jim Severino. We fared very well placing second to a team full of ringers. Said team included Jeff White a local tri geek and member of JBSRT. All in all it was a very fun event. Joey
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Big Bear 2x12...
So this is how it works. One race, 6 laps, two people. Each person has to do 3 laps. Total mileage 39ish miles. Mandi and I entered the coed pro class. On the line $1000.
So this is how it went down:
First lap, Me: I choked on the start and got into the woods somewhere around 20th. I struggled through the first half of the lap but by the midway point my legs had snapped back into shape. I finished up in 6th place overall second in class. Not to shabby for such a poor start.
Second lap, Mandi: In her words "I rode like poo". She could not get into any rhythm and felt if she was riding to hard for the speed she was moving. We lost two positions. 2nd after first lap, 4 after second lap.
Third lap, Me: I had my work cut out for me. I had about a minute to make up on Brad Wilhelm and fourish on Gunnar. I started my lap slow, worked into it and by the end had put about 3 minutes on Brad and maybe a minute on Gunnar. 4th place back to second.
Forth lap, Mandi: The sky opened and the rain came down, hard. The winds picked up and the temperature dropped. All of which played to Mandi's favor. She likes tough girl conditions. Mandi got caught by Betsy but she closed in on Suz, of the Suz and Justin team, the leading team. Started second, came in third, but closed in on Suz and Justin.
Fifth lap, Me: I pooped the bed, sort of. I rode well but not fast. I was struggling with an upset stomach. I didn't reel Gunnar or Justin back in but I opened up a bigger gap over Brad. I limited are losses and left Mandi in a fairly good position going into the last lap. Started third finished in third.
Sixth lap, Mandi: Before starting the lap Mandi was waiting for me in the start tent on the verge of puking. She had nothing in her stomach and figured that the last lap would be a real struggle. She was wrong, she had wings! Mandi caught second place, Suz, and preceded to ride like she has never ridden before. Mandi said she rode like she had some one elses legs.
We finished up with a strong second place showing.
The Big Bear 2x12 was an incredibly fun and challenging event. Our hats are off to Mark Schooley and the Big Bear crew. You folks put together a superbly run event in very short order. I hope it continues for years to come.
Peace, Joey
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Mug shot
Podium mugs from Big Bear!!! Mandi 2nd woman!!! Joey 4th overall!!! Great way to start the race season.Joey
Monday, April 5, 2010
Motown Road Race...
Words and Photos courtesy of Mike Stennes
We all met at the offices of Anger and Downs (Arbor Medical, of Elkins) at
4pm on Friday, and, after packing up the RV with bikes and supplies, took
off down the road to Mt. Morris. Eric was behind the wheel, Matt was the
co-pilot, and the rest of us (Jeff, Sid the Smoothie, and Stennes) sat in
the back, talking about how we would stick together in the race on
Saturday. We all agreed to stay in a pack and use some kind of clever
drafting strategy.
We had to make a quick stop at Sheetz gas station in Weston to buy some
pepperoni rolls (needed to start carb-loading), before hopping onto I-79
north. Sid was drooling over the Krispy Kreme display case there, but I
pulled him away.
Back in the RV, we all shared the pepperoni rolls, and guzzled some
gatorade. No beer yet - that was to wait until Cindy's jug-fest later
that evening.
The trip went by quickly and without incident, thanks to Eric's crack
driving skills. We made it to the Mt. Morris campground in record time.
We were met by Larry, who manages the campground. He pointed us to our
assigned site (number 22), so we drove over and parked, and set up the
tents and picnic table.
After setting up the camp, Eric and Matt (I think) prepared some spaghetti
which we swallowed down in a hurry. After dinner, Stennes went in search
of free wifi. Talking to the campsite managers, we were able to get the
secret security code for their wifi connection, and began our emailing,
facebooking and general web browsing.
Later, Larry offered us his huge $60K truck, to make a grocery run.
Gillispie and Stennes took off to the market, leaving Mr. White at the
laptop.
I won't go into much detail about what happened later in the evening,
except to say that it involved peach moonshine, beer, Jagermeister, and a
sundry of other beverages - all courtesy of our campground managers, Larry
and Cindy Loo hoo. Oh, and of course there was an endless supply of
chicken quesadillas. It was a late night. For some, very late. To my
surprise, Jeff and Sid the Smoothie retired early (is it any wonder that
Sid and Jeff were the first of us to cross the finish line?). Wait a
minute, did Sid finish the race, or did he stop back at the campground, 1
mile from the finish line, to change his shirt again? We'll have to check
the official race results to see if it says DNF, or 2:40.
Even with the noise of the tractor trailers growling by on the interstate,
we managed to get a decent night's sleep. In the morning, we were treated
to Matt's famous oatmeal (I drenched mine with the honey that Cindy gave
me at the previous night's shindig).
It was time to start hydrating. We all spent the next two hours drinking
water, pumping the bike tires, mixing our Perpetuem, and adjusting our
saddle heights with such precision that would make Eddy Merckx look like
an amateur.
We took down the tents, and cleaned up the campsite, before rolling out on
our bikes, escorted to the starting line by Cindy - driving her shiny
black H2. Making our way to the registration table, we checked out the
competition. There was a good sized crowd there; estimates were around 200
riders. We had a long wait before the start of the race - about one hour.
Most of us spent this hour under the shade of a big tree nearby, talking
about training, bikes, etc. Sid, on the other hand, found it necessary to
spend that whole hour back at the campsite - evidently trying to choose a
different bike jersey to wear at the race.
Jeff, Eric, Matt, and Sid were in the Cat 5 group. Stennes registered in
the Masters 40+ group, which was to start 5 minutes ahead of cat 5. As
mentioned earlier, we all agreed to stick together through this race.
Since I was to start 5 minutes before the others, I said that I would ride
slowly until the others caught up.
I positioned myself in the back of the M40+ pack, and rode fairly slow for
the first 10 miles. Soon, Jeff and Sid passed me on a hill, like I was
standing still! "C'mon Michael!" they yelled. I kept up with them for
maybe two seconds, and faded back to my slow pace.
The wind was brutal at times. After making a long climb and cresting the
top of the hill, I was looking forward to reaping the benefits of gravity.
But this was not always a sure thing! On one descent in particular, I
could not go faster than about 15mph, even while pedaling hard, due to the
strong headwind. On other descents, strong gusty cross-winds made it
tricky to negotiate turns while riding fast over loose sand and gravel.
On the next ascent, Matt caught me. He was looking strong. Judging by
his speed, I decided to not try to catch him either. Let him go, I said
to myself. As I climbed this hill, I could almost hear Joey's voice
saying "stand up!".... "sit down!".
The weather was quite warm, in the low 80's, and sunny. I had two bottles
with me: one containing sweet sticky Powerade, and the other Perpetuem.
What I really needed was some plain water. With both of my sports drink
bottles empty, I could feel dehydration setting in.
Soon Eric Caught me, and offered to get a bunch of us organized into a
peloton. Four of us worked together (Eric, me, and two other guys we met
on the way). After a while though, we had to drop those other two guys
and break out on our own. Eric and I finished the last 15 miles together.
The post-race area was well-stocked with cookies, bananas, water and
gatorade. I downed about six cups of water, grabbed a banana, and then
joined Matt and Eric who were resting on the grass. Sid, Jeff, and Cindy
came by later, to give us some cake and bottled water. It was then that
I learned that Jeff was the first of us to finish, with a speedy time of
2:20-ish. Rumor has it that Sid finished a few minutes later. We'll see
about that.
Back at the campground later, we were treated to a nice meal of chicken
quesadillas! We then said our good-byes and headed back to sweet home WV.
We all met at the offices of Anger and Downs (Arbor Medical, of Elkins) at
4pm on Friday, and, after packing up the RV with bikes and supplies, took
off down the road to Mt. Morris. Eric was behind the wheel, Matt was the
co-pilot, and the rest of us (Jeff, Sid the Smoothie, and Stennes) sat in
the back, talking about how we would stick together in the race on
Saturday. We all agreed to stay in a pack and use some kind of clever
drafting strategy.
We had to make a quick stop at Sheetz gas station in Weston to buy some
pepperoni rolls (needed to start carb-loading), before hopping onto I-79
north. Sid was drooling over the Krispy Kreme display case there, but I
pulled him away.
Back in the RV, we all shared the pepperoni rolls, and guzzled some
gatorade. No beer yet - that was to wait until Cindy's jug-fest later
that evening.
The trip went by quickly and without incident, thanks to Eric's crack
driving skills. We made it to the Mt. Morris campground in record time.
We were met by Larry, who manages the campground. He pointed us to our
assigned site (number 22), so we drove over and parked, and set up the
tents and picnic table.
After setting up the camp, Eric and Matt (I think) prepared some spaghetti
which we swallowed down in a hurry. After dinner, Stennes went in search
of free wifi. Talking to the campsite managers, we were able to get the
secret security code for their wifi connection, and began our emailing,
facebooking and general web browsing.
Later, Larry offered us his huge $60K truck, to make a grocery run.
Gillispie and Stennes took off to the market, leaving Mr. White at the
laptop.
I won't go into much detail about what happened later in the evening,
except to say that it involved peach moonshine, beer, Jagermeister, and a
sundry of other beverages - all courtesy of our campground managers, Larry
and Cindy Loo hoo. Oh, and of course there was an endless supply of
chicken quesadillas. It was a late night. For some, very late. To my
surprise, Jeff and Sid the Smoothie retired early (is it any wonder that
Sid and Jeff were the first of us to cross the finish line?). Wait a
minute, did Sid finish the race, or did he stop back at the campground, 1
mile from the finish line, to change his shirt again? We'll have to check
the official race results to see if it says DNF, or 2:40.
Even with the noise of the tractor trailers growling by on the interstate,
we managed to get a decent night's sleep. In the morning, we were treated
to Matt's famous oatmeal (I drenched mine with the honey that Cindy gave
me at the previous night's shindig).
It was time to start hydrating. We all spent the next two hours drinking
water, pumping the bike tires, mixing our Perpetuem, and adjusting our
saddle heights with such precision that would make Eddy Merckx look like
an amateur.
We took down the tents, and cleaned up the campsite, before rolling out on
our bikes, escorted to the starting line by Cindy - driving her shiny
black H2. Making our way to the registration table, we checked out the
competition. There was a good sized crowd there; estimates were around 200
riders. We had a long wait before the start of the race - about one hour.
Most of us spent this hour under the shade of a big tree nearby, talking
about training, bikes, etc. Sid, on the other hand, found it necessary to
spend that whole hour back at the campsite - evidently trying to choose a
different bike jersey to wear at the race.
Jeff, Eric, Matt, and Sid were in the Cat 5 group. Stennes registered in
the Masters 40+ group, which was to start 5 minutes ahead of cat 5. As
mentioned earlier, we all agreed to stick together through this race.
Since I was to start 5 minutes before the others, I said that I would ride
slowly until the others caught up.
I positioned myself in the back of the M40+ pack, and rode fairly slow for
the first 10 miles. Soon, Jeff and Sid passed me on a hill, like I was
standing still! "C'mon Michael!" they yelled. I kept up with them for
maybe two seconds, and faded back to my slow pace.
The wind was brutal at times. After making a long climb and cresting the
top of the hill, I was looking forward to reaping the benefits of gravity.
But this was not always a sure thing! On one descent in particular, I
could not go faster than about 15mph, even while pedaling hard, due to the
strong headwind. On other descents, strong gusty cross-winds made it
tricky to negotiate turns while riding fast over loose sand and gravel.
On the next ascent, Matt caught me. He was looking strong. Judging by
his speed, I decided to not try to catch him either. Let him go, I said
to myself. As I climbed this hill, I could almost hear Joey's voice
saying "stand up!".... "sit down!".
The weather was quite warm, in the low 80's, and sunny. I had two bottles
with me: one containing sweet sticky Powerade, and the other Perpetuem.
What I really needed was some plain water. With both of my sports drink
bottles empty, I could feel dehydration setting in.
Soon Eric Caught me, and offered to get a bunch of us organized into a
peloton. Four of us worked together (Eric, me, and two other guys we met
on the way). After a while though, we had to drop those other two guys
and break out on our own. Eric and I finished the last 15 miles together.
The post-race area was well-stocked with cookies, bananas, water and
gatorade. I downed about six cups of water, grabbed a banana, and then
joined Matt and Eric who were resting on the grass. Sid, Jeff, and Cindy
came by later, to give us some cake and bottled water. It was then that
I learned that Jeff was the first of us to finish, with a speedy time of
2:20-ish. Rumor has it that Sid finished a few minutes later. We'll see
about that.
Back at the campground later, we were treated to a nice meal of chicken
quesadillas! We then said our good-byes and headed back to sweet home WV.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
On there way!
The 2010 JBS team kits are on there way! Wait till you see them. They are RAD!!! Should be here sometime in April. THANK YOU sponsors.
Joey
Joey
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Welcome...
This blog will be used for updates, pictures and race results pertaining to the JBS race team.
Joey Riddle
Director Sportif
Founder
Joey Riddle
Director Sportif
Founder
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