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Santa Barbara Triathlon 8/28/10
Santa Barbara Triathlon 8/28/10
Written by platinum rider Tom Anhalt
“After being called in as a “last minute” replacement for one of the
men’s relay teams for this year’s Santa Barbara Triathlon, I managed
to set the fastest bike split for all of the relay teams with a
1:32:10 for the 34 mile bike course. My time would actually have put
me in the top 10 of overall bike splits for the Tri. With a total of
2000 ft. of climbing on the course, the hills didn’t exactly play to
my strengths, but I guess I made up for it with my performance on the
flats and downhills…in fact, my computer recorded a top speed of
47.3 mph as I was coming down the straight section of Toro canyon
between Foothill and Via Real in the aero bars and fully tucked!
I handed off to our runner (Matt Bertolet) with a decent lead and he actually ran at a
just over 6min/mile pace for the 10 mile run…unfortunately he was
passed in the last few miles by another team’s runner (Ricky Ho) who
flew around the course at a well under 6 min/mile pace. We ended up
second overall for the relay by just 34 seconds. Sooo close.
Anyway…that was the longest “TT” I’ve ever done…if was fun and
hard at the same time. Oh yeah, our team’s swimmer (Scott Reed) also sang the
national anthem!”
San Ardo Road Race Cat 3 8/21/10
San Ardo Road Race Cat 3
Written by Platinum rider Steve Weixel
My cat 3 race report: With no teammates and nobody to work for, I wanted to race aggressively and make the race happen. About 18 miles into the first lap (of 3) I attacked and bridged up to another rider (San Jose) who had just rolled off the front a minute earlier and was just dangling there. We worked together and by town had maybe a 20-30 second lead. When we turned the right corner at the top “climb”, we saw two riders bridging up and the pack fairly far back, so we eased a tiny bit. The reinforcements were welcome for the rolling descent where it is especially difficult for a small guy like me to keep ahead of a pack. We rallied strong and kept the power on and grew the lead, but dropped on of the new guys.
About halfway into the second lap, on the turn onto Cattleman, 3 more were trying to bridge up, 2 close and 1 farther away. We eased up a bit again and when the 2 were on we hit it hard up one of the bigger rollers, and dropped one of them again. For those of you trying to do the math, that makes 4. We were going really hard and I was getting fried so I sat out a rotation which helped for a little while, but then I was struggling again. One of the guys (Becher+) reminder me to eat so I scarfed down a Clif bar while I skipped a fee more rotations. After I finished I got back in the rotation just in time to get swallowed by a group a few miles out of town.
But I quickly realized it was a small group, maybe 8 more. So now were 12, which was kind of big, but still much better odds than the whole field. One really strong guy was the driving motor for that group. Now in a much larger group and still trashed from my earlier effort, I sat at the back for a few miles until we got to town. Up the climb we lost a few and down the rolling descent one guy hit a pothole and blew out his tire. Another guy, the big motor got a flat a few minutes later. Down to 7.
If we stayed away I was in the points, if I out-sprinted one guy, I would be in the money. I liked those odds. But I didn’t want to be the guy that wheel-sucked in a break and then sprinted at the end; I was feeling better after eating so I got back in the rotation. I skipped a few pulls here and there but was mostly sharing the work. Somewhere along the way we lost one more, I think due to a flat (there were tons of flats!). Down to 6.
Back on Cattleman road, we passed a women’s field and was bearing down on one of the masters cat 4 fields. Our moto cleared a lane for us and we blew by, then caught a solo rider off the front of their field. He jumped back ahead of us but couldn’t stay in front. About 3 miles from the finish, the masters field chased him down and re-passed us, then pretty much stopped right in front of us.
Frustrated, we attacked up their left side and they made a lane for us along the centerline. One of the other guys in the break was my left, he hesitated them jumped after them. I jumped to follow and it all went pear-shaped. Standing and essentially sprinting, my chain came off. With no resistance, my bike lifted and I went over the bars and landed on my face.
My fork snapped and my wheel is shredded, but with my skillful gluing job, the tire was still securely attached to the rim. It was, in fact, the only thing holding the wheel even remotely together. I got up quickly and surveyed the damage. A guy who had flatted from the P12 race stopped and helped me out, then a few minutes later the field passed and I flagged down the follow vehicle for a ride.
Nothing is broken except my bike. My face is all banged up but it was mostly on the surface. I did go to urgent care later and got steristrips to hold a cut together. I feel surprisingly good the day after, and thanks to a temporary replacement fork from Smitty, I’m still going to do University.
San Ardo Road Race Cat 1,2 35+ 8/21/10
Derek Johnson and Steve Smith
San Ardo Road Race 8/21/10
Written by Platinum rider Derek Johnson
With my move to Norcal, it was just 90 minutes away and I could be back in no time. Steve Smith, fresh from his Chico Stage Race win and upgrade along with new recruit Randall “Texan” Tinney entered into the 35+ 1-3. It was a packed field with over 75 guys willing to duke it out on the flat roads of San Ardo. I had really expected that there would be absolutely no hills, but there were some very small bumps that did strain the group, mainly just due to the overall pace.
The 1st lap got going right from the whistle. I thought I had showed up in shape, my family trailed in coming up to Norcal and I had 5 full weeks of 400+ miles. I was feeling as strong as I did last year, but something was not feeling right. I had a massage at the beginning of the week and kept the training easy, up until Wednesday night when the Santa Cruz locals took me on a 40+ mile cross training mission through Nicence Marks. I felt really tired on Thursday when I went out for a short spin and did not even ride on Friday.
San Ardo is essentially a Norcal Road Race with some folks showing up from Socal, a few Swamis jerseys, but mostly unknown riders from Norcal. Randy pointed out riders from San Luis Obispo who had repeatedly tortured him during the 35+ Sisquoc Race. They quickly started sending riders off the front with a blistering series of attacks and counter attacks. Randy and Steve marked each one and I countered one, only to be gobbled back up. We came through the agri-oriented town of San Ardo and had two laps to go. Riders were clearly fatigued from the 1st lap and the pace went into parade lap mode. So slow that the Cat 5 riders passed us, leaving them between us and a lone rider breakaway.
The riders at the front were growing concerned about having one rider separated between the group and a Cat 5 race. We hit a hill and the Cat 5 group started to splinter and string out and we saw the opportunity and the 35+ peloton quickly rode around them. The pace picked up again and as we rode up a hill outside of San Lucas and turned so the wind was at our backs, the pace went rabid, attacks, counters, attacks and counters. After about 10 of them, I sprinted off the front and 11 guys joined me, we hammered hard for 5 minutes and quickly made a sizable gap.
After we hit San Ardo, we hit the wind which had increased considerably. At the top of the first bump, we turned directly into the wind and 4 riders quickly got dropped. I thought that I would be one of them, my back and legs were cramping. I popped a salt tablet and within 5 minutes, the cramping was gone.
The breakaway was working really well together with a guy from Las Vegas serving as our motivator. He was doing the majority of the work, with a few other guys filling in. I would sit out every 10 rotations or so to recover. The ref on the motorcycle kept coming up and giving us time checks, the 1st one clocked in at 55 seconds. As we approached San Lucas, the wind increased and we got another time check, this time 45 seconds. As we made the left turn and up the hill, I could see the peloton pounding away. I would later learn that Randy and Steve were doing their best to mark riders trying to bridge up and generally just keep the pace in check. Randy later told me that he had watched wild kingdom the night before and carefully studied the mating patterns of wilderbeast and had uncovered the algorithm in which they mark and track their mates. It worked well, perhaps too well, as they apparently will not be welcome anytime soon in San Luis Obispo.
As we turned out of San Lucas, the wind hit our back and we hit a sustained 34 mph, my heart rate was maxing and my legs were giving away, which is unusual, because flat, wind at my back is about as good as it gets for me. As we approached town, the cooperation seemed to be coming to an end, an attack went right away and the guy stayed away until we passed through town and hit the bridge, where we gobbled him up. As we hit town, suddenly I felt great, we came over the bridge and with about 1k to go, and I was 3rd wheel. Just before the turn, attacks started going, I maintained 3rd wheel and rounded the left. I stood up to sprint, thinking I got this, when things felt mushy. I had a flat. I knew the only thing to do was to sprint sitting down. I got passed and came through in 4th place.
The splintered peloton came in shortly after us with Randy and Steve right at the front. It was a brilliant display of Platinum Team work, wilderbeasts and all.
Results:
Derek Johnson — 4th Cat 1,2 35+
Steve Smith – pack Cat 1,2 35+
America’s Finest Cities Half Marathon
John Reich reigning AFC Master’s Champion
A change in gear……..
Written by Platinum rider Todd Booth
Most of you know by now my second passion is running. Don’t get me wrong…I’m not in the same class as these true runners…my ugly style and heavy feet would make most runners cringe. It’s my stubbornest not to give up and to accept the pain that brings me across the finish line. This year I focused on four big races which had a minimum for 6,000- 50,000 runners. The 50,000 head count was the 12K Bay to breakers race in SF. The San Diego’s America’s Finest Cities Half Marathon was full with 8,000 entries. My goal was to place in the top three in the Master’s Open (fastest guys over 40 yrs old). The goal has been met in the first three races with one more left in November which is the Big Sur Half in Monterey.
It is amazing the amount of effort it takes to put on an event with so many competitors. For example, many of the running races are point to point. The problem event organizers face is to get the thousands of runners to the start and find enough parking at the finish. These means buses, and a lot of them!!! This morning I counted twenty “Grayhound” style buses making over five trips to the start each!!! That’s a lot of runners…. Another observation I made while waiting for the start at 5am is “what are all these people doing up this early and raring for hours of muscle pain and sore feet”. I know cyclist put themselves through torture in a race, but most of them have trained for years and many have a different mindset. While observing all the runners getting warmed up and stretched out I noticed many are everyday folks, weekend warriors. What made it great to see was there were thousands of people ready to conquer their goals. I applaud the running community for introducing so many new runners into the sport.
It doesn’t matter what amount of miles you have in your training….a long running race beats you up pretty good. I feel my running mileage has decreased as this year has come to an end. What that means is paying for it during the race. The AFC race was brutal to the legs. The start was a three mile downhill. That may sound good for a cyclist, but it puts a ton of pressure on the feet and quads. Runners are also more prone to blisters on descents. The race leveled out on a 7 mile flat mid section. Than smacked the runners with a solid 2 mile climb up to Balboa Park. That really hurt!! At mile 8, last years master’s champion, John Reich from Arizona, made a solid pass on me. I kept him within 100′ the rest of the race. Unfortunately, I was fried by the time we hit the hill. He didn’t pull away but kept the 14 second distance on me. The amazing part of the story was at the end. While I was sprinting after John in the last mile, I noticed another runner gaining time on me. At the time, I thought he was another masters runner. So I really put a little more effort into the sprint. In the end, I kept that runner off me. When we crossed the line I looked back and noticed the runner was running in a flat moccasin with straps around his ankle to keep it stable. It looked like something out of the Roman times. I asked the runner named Patrick Sweeney if his feet hurt as much as mind did. And he replied, “they feel great!” Maybe that’s the answer..but I doubt it. This race had really fast runners at world elite caliber. The Kenyan woman that smoked my time also set a new course record for the woman with a time of 1:10:28. That’s flying! A 5:23 pace on a tough course. In fact, this race had super fast women in it. I was passed by four woman in total. Kudos to the woman! I’m used to the top international male runners kicking my butt, but now the woman…. uhhhh I’m getting old. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting beat by a woman. My goal was accomplished with a 2nd place finish in the Master’s Open. Plus, 22nd overall out of 6,645 runners. I’ll take it…
Show me the money……
Over all results:
http://www.afchalf.com/cgi/results.pl
High Casade 100 Race, Bend Oregon
Writen by Platinum rider Bob Nisbet
Just got back from the high cascade 100 in Bend, Oregon….Awesome experience!!! for those of you whoever thought about doing an endurance event, this is the one to do! the course is not multiple loops around the same 20 mile course or a bunch of fire road…. But one long loop with 75 miles of single track. yes, you read that right. But just in case, let me repeat that: 75 miles of epic, technical, flowy, forever single-track!!!!! Just under 12,000 feet of elevation gain and a limit of 200 riders. Bend is an incredible town, cool vibe, great architecture, the people are super friendly, and the race support is un-paralleled: at the aid stations, the volunteers grab your bike as you come in, lube your chain, give you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich andsend you on your way.
Andthe competition was there as well: Cary Smith was the fastest pro at 8:09; Chris Shepard was 2nd; Jeff Schalk was 4th. the winning woman pro was Sue Butler at 9:31. there were 66 rider in my group (40-49) including Jeff Otto, Doug Andrews, and Perry Roper. I wasn’t sure how I would do and was actually just hoping to finish. All my training is geared towards a 2 hour race and I unfortunately did not get the opportunity to do as many long rides as i would have liked leading up to the race…
The race started at 5:30 am. temperature was 39 degrees!!! 200 riders neutral up a paved road for the first mile in the dark. the lead out car honks his horn and then race on! paved road for 3 miles, a lead group of 20 already breaks away andi was in the second group of about 20. the word is pace yourself in one of these race and don’t waste energy: “rhythm and flow”….Several guys passed me up the initial climb but I was ok. I didnt want to ride their race. Then single track. 5 miles, 10 miles, 20 miles, bank turns, roots, rocks, rolling sections, logs, jumps, you name it…
At the first aid station, the woman asked me if she could take my vest and arm warmers (to be delivered back to start/finish) “uh yeah, thanks”. Bottle exchange at every aid station, no camel back needed. then, uphill single track. 5 miles, 10 miles 15 miles…
I was feeling good at the 40 mile mark. Unfortunately the only people I was passing were guys who had flats and people who were still at the aid stations! I put my ipod on at the 4 hour mark at rocked out to some rolling stones!!
After a kind of hard, sandy, fire road section of 4 miles I caught up to a couple of guys who seemed to be about even with me. We rode together for the next 20 miles exchanging positions, however, I noticed one guy was starting to fall off and the other guy kept gaping me by standing and pushing it a bit on the short uphills and rollers: I didn’t bite. conserve energy. There’s and 12 mile sustained singletrack climb that starts at the 56 mile mark. My patience paid off and although we had talked alot and agreed to work together throughout the rest of the race, I never saw him again…
I popped a couple of endurolytes and Advil and felt great up the initial uphill, but then after a short downhill, it went up some more. This was the most beautiful part of the course, but I was starting to lose it; blurry eyed, bad attitude, bad music, and more uphill. I ate some food, checked out the snow still along the trail, took a leak, and somehow persevered past the 68 mile mark. started feeling better and then downhill: 5 miles 10 miles, awesome single track that twisted through tall fir trees!!!! At the 80 mile aid station, I drank about 30 oz of coke and ate 3 pB&J’s…forget everthing else, that is all you need… (except more endurolyte capsules)
At this point in the race I started picking off riders. Guys going backwards; wreckage along the course; I was actually feeling pretty good! 13 miles to go and the course ends on a 1,000 vertical foot climb for the last 4 miles. Ouch!! More awesome single-track! Though with bank turns and lots of jumps!! Picked off a couple of more guys and then caught a kid who was not going to go down without a race. After 97 miles, we were racing to the finish line! I new I could climb better then him but we were running out of climb. He didn’t look like he was 40 but I decided not to ask him but just sat on his wheel. In the end he did out sprint me to the line….but as we shook hands at the line I found out he was only 30!!!!
I ended up taking 12 out of 66 with a time of 10:32 (26 minutes of down time. too many PB&Js and too much time messing with my ipod!). Not a bad 46th birthday though!!!!
Everyone needs to do this race next year!!!! I am not kidding. Incredible experience and sense of accomplishment. Start training now!!
Results:
Bob Nisbet — 12th Open
Next up, Bonelli Park….Sept 12th
The team heads back to Bonelli Park, San Dimas for the Unification Finals and California State Championship race.
Expect hot weather for the September 12th event.
The current Unification Champions hope to keep their titles…..
Platinum wins it’s 6th Team State Title!!!!!!!!
2010 Mens Team State Champions
Photos From Big Bear #7
Todd Booth 3rd cat 1 40-44
Mark Luke 4th cat 2 50-54
Reny Takeda 2nd Boys 11-12
Amanda Schaper 1st wm Cat 1 19-29
Ron Takeda 4th Cat 1 4-49
Roger Moore 8th Cat 1 40-44
Bobby Langin Sr 1st cat 1 50-54
Adam Poytress 5th Cat 1 30-34
Amanda Schaper 1st wm Cat 1 19-29
Photos taken By Roxxanne Moore
Taking Some Lumps, But Enjoying the Ride…
2010 US National Championships, Granby Colorado
Written By Platinum rider John Biron
Most Masters have periods where we still feel like young bucks, I’ve certainly had a few of those this year, but we also have issues, of one sort or another, that cause us to feel and perform like our age, if not older. My issue is periodic bouts of insomnia where I barely sleep for a week or two. With out sleep it’s nearly impossible to train hard and even more importantly recover. My latest bout couldn’t have come at a worst time, right before the Mountain Bike Nationals. I had just come off a very successful, hard, build block and was looking forward to a two week taper to peak for the Nationals. Wham, no more than 5 hours of sleep, mostly much less, each night for the next two weeks. I’d be going into the most important race of my life with great fitness, but totally exhausted.
I thought a few times about just not going, but decided to suck it up and see what happens. So I made the trek with Teammate Gary Douville out to the Sol Vista Resort, at 9000 ft in the Colorado Rockies. We got in late Thursday and checked in to an awesome condo overlooking the start/finish and much of the racing venue. While Gary went out for a pre-ride, I decided to rest and wait to inspect the course on Friday morning. I took it pretty easy on the pre-ride, but made several short hard efforts, felt pretty good, and actually had some confidence for the next morning’s race.
I got a first row call up along with last years winner, local resident Keith Sanders, and current Mountain States Cup leader Russell Kappius. I’d ridden comfortably with Russell at Sea Otter until a crash let him get away to finish a minute up. My plan was to try and stay with Russell again, but to respect the altitude, and not go anaerobic on the first lap.
The gun went off and we immediately found ourselves grinding up a third of a mile climb at greater than 20 percent. I crested to top in third with Russell off the front and spent the next couple of miles trading 3rd and 4th with Durango’s Joseph Burtoni. Just before we hit a long, steep, rocky, single track climb, Keith, using his local knowledge, moved around us and turned up the pace. I was able to hang on, hurting but still in the mix a quarter of the way into the race.
We crested the climb, at the race’s high point of 9382 ft, and dropped into a descent that was a diabolical mixture of fixed and loose rock surround by deep sand, not unlike the old Fall Line descent at Big Bear, only it went on for two miles! Keith and Joseph opened up a small gap, but I still had them in sight when near the bottom I T-boned a hub high rock and stack it pretty hard. I racked my shin on a rock, but both bike and body were still good to go and I was soon back under way. My pace must have slowed a bit because two racers soon went by. Now out of podium position and on the lap’s last climb I pushed as hard as I could and closed the gap to the two who had just passed me. Near the top of the climb we passed Keith who was stopped trying to remedy what looked like a sucked chain.
Again the race turned down for what was a mostly down hill two mile run to the finish. Unlike the upper supper technical descent, this one was a mix of high speed hard pack linked by short switch back sections, with a couple of BMX-like burm and jump sections thrown in. Again my poor descending skills cost me as the two in front began to pull away. Then about half way down a group of three lead by Keith also went by. The altitude must have been effecting Keith too, because as he passed he said, “Hang in there Bobby”; obviously mistaking me for my much older teammate.
I crossed the line to start the final lap in 9th, but I’d ridden mostly within my limits and felt I could make up some places with a good effort on the long climb ahead. By the top I’d managed to reel in a drop two and was prepared to take some risks to get back into a podium spot on the technical descent. Including the pre-ride this was my third time down this section and despite my crash on the 1st lap I was feeling faster and more confident this time.
Over confident is probably a better word, because after brushing several trees and rocks with hips and elbows, I heard a loud crack and looked down to see my rear derailleur flapping in the breeze. Pulling over to inspect the damage I realized any hope of a come back was over. A few expletives were followed by a moment of self pity and I thought of pulling out and finding the shortest way down. Then realizing I was near the final climb and if I could push up that I could coast most of the way to the finish. So I used my spare tube to secure the derailleur and chain to the chainstay, and limped to the bottom of the technical descent.
It took over twenty minutes to push, what would have taken five to ride up, the last climb and the S-Works shoes, though awesome on the bike, began to rub my feet raw. Several competitors passed me on the way up, but most graciously offered encouragement. Once at the top I remounted and set out to make like a single speeder. Unable to add speed by peddling, I pumped, glided, and tried to keep as much speed as possible. Lots of people passed me, but only one in my class, and I crossed the line 15th. I’m certainly dejected not only by my mechanical, but by my inability to hang with the faster competitors, but I’m also proud with my decision to stick it out and finish ahead of nine others, five finishers and four DNF’s.
Overall my first experience and a National level event was a positive one. Some of my favorite memories were seeing a few fellow SoCal racers conquer the altitude and bring home medals. These include local 805’ers Alexis Ryan and Essence Barton taking 3rd and 5th in their respective junior classes. There was SoCal Cross’ Dorothy Wong pulling of a 5th in the Women’s Open Single Speed. Also second year privateer Pro Allison Mann taking 8th in XC and 3rd in Super D against a stacked field of seasoned vets. The girls certain represented last weekend.
I also got to know my teammate Gary a lot better and though we both were disappointed with our results we had a great time together. The afternoon we spent sharing some beers and trying to cough the post-race dust from our lungs, while watching the Pro men throw down, from the balcony of our VIP accommodations was especially memorable. Thanks to the Langins for setting us up.
Spending time talking one on one with newly minted National Champ Todd Wells about wining on his first ride aboard the New S-Works Epic 29’er was cool. Todd was really down to earth, talked with me about how my race went, and asked his mechanic to give me a new derailleur hanger when he found out about my bad luck.
Oh and did I mention that Willow Koeber and Heather Irmiger were racing in skin suits! Enough said.
Platinum wins SIX consecutive State Team titles!!!!
California State Series Final, Big Bear CA 7/18
The finals of the 2010 California State Series wrapped up in beautiful Big Bear Lake. The series was a best five out of seven races that were held throughout Southern California. Team Platinum Performance has dominated the team title for the past five years. This season was no different having the team earn it’s six consecutive title! Platinum’s riders have been consistently placing in the top five of the seven race series. Individual State Champion titles were won by two of Platinum’s riders. Reny Takeda won the Boy 11-12 State title with his “never give up” attitude. Bobby Langin Sr won the Cat 1 50-54 title. Runner ups were Amanda Schafer (wm Cat 1 19-29), John Biron (Cat 1 50-54), and Jon Miller (Cat 1 55-59). Rounding the top three were Gary Douville (Cat 1 35-39), Todd Booth (Cat 1 40-44), Ron Takeda (Cat 1 45-45), and Steve Silva (Cat 1 50-54).
The seventh race held in Big Bear Lake took the riders on a 22 mile figure eight loop. The organizers added new very loose and rocky single track on the final descent. The course consisted of mostly fire-road climbs and descents with some tricky single-track thrown in. The weather was warm in the mid 80’s.
At the start of my race I was sitting in second position overall in the Cat 1 40-44 class with just 7 points off of first place. John Saliamonas was the current leader of the series. The race started off with a “lung burning” three mile fire-road climb. Jay Hammond rode the front of the race with a blistering pace that splintered the group up quickly. I was able to stay on his wheel for most of the climb which gave a gap on the rest of the field. Unfortunately, at the top of the climb my effort put me into oxygen debt which I paid dearly for the next five miles. Jay had a solid lead to the finish. Before I recovered, I was sitting in fourth place. John was riding in second and John Merrian was riding in third. The race was uneventful until the top of the final descent. A tree fell onto a portion of the single-track completely blocking the course. I was following two riders at a high rate of speed down Fall Line. Around a blind corner the first rider hit his brakes hard and went over the bars just in-front of the tree. A “domino effect” started. I ended up landing hands first on top of the bike in front of me. Unfortunately, my hand grabbed the rear disc break of the competitors bike. I somehow smashed my index finger between the frame and the rotor. It happen so fast. My finger was bleeding severely. I knew I had to ride down to get off the mountain so I kept racing. I caught and passed John Merrian on the last mile or so. I ended up in 3rd place. By the finish, my hand was covered with blood as well as the most of my bike. The tip of my finger as well as my fingernail was hanging on by just a small piece of skin. Thanks to the Team big Bear’s medical crew for cleaning me up at the finish. I was able to stay for the awards ceremony and celebration. I was happy to finish but disappointed with a third overall. John took it with 268 points, Jay “leap frogged” up to second with 265 points and I dropped to third with 263 points. What a season…nice battling with you boys! Later that night I went to the ER and ended up with five stitches in the finger. What a day…..
Amanda Schafer – 1st Cat 1 wm 19-29
Bobby Langin Sr — 1st Cat 1 50-54
Reny Takeda — 2nd Boys 11-12
Todd Booth — 3rd Cat 1 40-44
Ron Takeda — 4th Cat 1 45-49
Mark Luke — 4th Cat 2 50-54
Adam Poytress — 5th Cat 1 30-34
John Reveles — 5th Cat 2 40-44
Roger Moore — 8th Cat 1 40-44
Bobby Langin Sr Cat 1 50-54
Reny Takeda Boys 11-12
- Santa Barbara Triathlon 8/28/10
- San Ardo Road Race Cat 3 8/21/10
- San Ardo Road Race Cat 1,2 35+ 8/21/10
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