Driving from Santiago to Santo Domingo

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While zig-zagging through traffic at 70+mph down a highway that’s filled with scouters, motorcycles with two or three people on them driving down kind of the side of the road, along with trucks and other cars just good enough to run, like ours, you start wondering what makes people in countries so far apart, such as China or the Dominican, to have an utter disregard for safety.  They’re not seeking a trhill nor enjoy being on the edge of life and death but rather it’s just how it is.  In most facets of what they do, the do just what needs to be done to work and get by.  Of the four different vehicles that I’ve thus far been in, they all had the check-engine light on and barely started.  This particular one had steam coming out of the air vents too.  But they all got the job done.  (And if you don’t have motorized transport you just ride your horse down the highway of which we just passed.)

At least here in the Dominican they do respect traffic laws a bit more, such as stopping at red lights, at least during the day as at night you just go because you don’t want to stop as you might get mugged.  I doubt you would get stopped though even if you ran a light right in front of a cop.  On the drive from the airport upon arriving here, one of the guys who spoke English said that you can do whatever you want in the Dominican, like Wild West whatever you want.  No one’s going to tell you no.  Somewhere in the middle is probably good. And if you have money you can get whatever you want.

Between the way people drive, the roads, and a bit of disorder to say the least, it’s going to be an interesting bike race where all three of those need to be of descent quality to have a race that you’re not going to die at.

The Dominican-Part 3: The Chaos Continues with a Stage Stopped Mid-Race.

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The penultimate stage of this race includes a long, steep, and hard 45 minute climb (probably more) that’s followed by more climbing to the town of Constanza high up in the mountains of central Dominican Republic.  It’s a super cool area that I had been looking forward to the entire week.  The pictures below don’t do it justice but shows a glimpse of how big and steep these mountains are and how they’re covered with small farms, houses, and villages.  This is the Dominican I love.  It’s out there away from it all with incredible beauty and simplicity.  Shacks with multi-million dollar views elsewhere in the world.

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Shacks with multi-million dollar views elsewhere in the world.  Driving back to Santiago from toward Constanza.

This is the stage that would pretty much decide the GC and with too many skinny climbers from South American countries that are probably about as clean as the gutter on the side of the road here, (More on that later.  The crap you see… can’t say that someone who’s dirty is the smartest guy in the room.) I decided to get in the breakaway before the climb hit since I knew I’d probably get dropped in about the first five minutes of the climb given my current fitness or lack thereof.  It was super windy and it was going to be a challenge to get a decent gap on the field but the three of us managed to build our gap to over three minutes.  We dropped the Movistar Equidorian guy in our break making for just myself and an IRT rider (new American Conti Team).  It was pretty sweet being at the front of the race on a big mountain day as fans and the media were all about you.  We eventually got caught by the leaders and I was able to stay with them for a little bit but they were flying.  While I was still first on the road I could hear the chaos behind.  There were the race vehicles but then there was a herd of 20 or 30 motorcycles all wanting a close up view of the action.  When I finally got dropped I thought I was going to get run over.  It was steep and I was a bit spent so wasn’t going very fast.  By the time the main group caught me there were only like 10 guys left.  I was with them for a bit and got dropped again and found my way in a small group a bit off the back of them.  It was much more relaxed being away from all the craziness ahead.

That craziness eventually caused the UCI Officials to stop the race because there was dangerous traffic coming down the mountain along with the herd of motorcycles causing mass chaos.  Apparently the guy in the lead was hanging on to a motorcycle since the commissarie couldn’t get through the moto’s to officiate.  On top of that, apparently a rider got hit by one of the spectators trailing the leaders.  They stopped the race half-way up the climb where we sat for probably 20 minutes waiting to see what was going to happen.  At first we thought we were done and that we’d just ride back down the climb to busses to go back to the hotel but then it was decided that we would ride easy (except it isn’t easy riding a steep climb in 90 degree heat, I was a bit cracked) to the top of the climb where we would start again with our time gaps.  Apparently before we got to the top the police were trying to stop traffic and ended up shooting two people who wouldn’t stop.  I guess it was wrapped up before we got there but just part of the craziness here in the Dominican. MtnsFrom a cow pasture above the little town we stopped in to change and catch the buses back to the hotel. As always the photo doesn’t do it justice.  The view was incredible here.  How about a loo with a view?  Check.

It would have been crazy to start the race at the top of the climb as it was a crazy twisty fast descent and fortunately the first riders to the top kept going down the other side whether they were told or not.  I stopped at the top since right behind was all the regular traffic that included a lot of trucks that the officials didn’t stop.  I wasn’t about to go down this descent with the road filled with trucks and other crazy vehicles.  It proved good as when I found a gap in traffic I started down but quickly came to stopped traffic where I’m not sure what happened but some cars were parked sideways in the road with a bunch of drivers and truck drivers out almost dueling it out.  It was good though because the stopped traffic gave me the whole road.

We ended up going down part of the descent and the race commisair and team cars had stopped and were discussing what they were going to do.  They wanted to start the stage there but they didn’t stop the first riders so they kept descending down and some ended up riding all the way to the finish since no one told them to stop.  They ended up cancelling the stage but we had to ride another 10 or 20k down to a small town where there was a road back to our hotel.  We finally got our team cars and were able to change and get some food and water but had to wait probably an hour for the busses to show up to take us back.

ChaosA bit of the craziness in the tiny town we stopped in after riding down from the mountain to catch the buses back to the hotel after they cancelled the stage halfway up the penultimate climb.

The whole thing was beyond ridiculous but it was in a really cool place so I didn’t care.  I got to take in the sights.  The mountains were super steep and endless.  They were covered in tropical green jungle along with farms interspersed in the valleys and on the steep hillsides.  There were also a number of greenhouse type contraptions which were probably more to keep the mid-day sun from over scorching the produce.  The houses we past were definitely small run down shacks but the people around them were always out doing something or conversing with each other and really excited to see you go by.  I really wish this race had more than just the one stage up there.  Maybe someday I’ll get to go and just ride and explore.  It would probably be perfect for a mountain bike as there looked to be tons of small farm type paths going up the mountain sides.    At least in other places I’ve found the people that live in these areas to be really interesting and different from the people you meet down in the bigger cities.  They live simple lives and know nothing else and they are seemingly happy doing it.  We should learn a little bit from them.

Seemingly the race gets more and more chaotic as we go so we’ll see what the last few days bring.

The Dominican-Part II: Broken Chains and the Start of the Ridiculousness

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The ride to the race on the second day through the crazy city streets of Santo Domingo had our group seemingly zig-zagging around trying to find the start.  It’s never good when you come across another group of riders, who left the hotel a bit before us, coming toward you from the opposite direction.  The ride home from the race proved even more interesting as David and I left just after the group of riders who were headed to the hotel by bike.  It was pretty entertaining though because everyone on the side of the road would point the way when we came to an intersection where we didn’t know which direction the group went.

In one of these intersections on narrow one lane roads with tiny poorly built shacks closely lining the streets I went the wrong way and had to turn around back up hill.  As I did I snapped my chain.  Probably the worst place ever to snap a chain as the street was filled with bystanders and we were clearly two stranded foreigners in not a good situation.  Luckily it was only a mile or two from where we left but we had to get back before our team car left otherwise we’d truly be in a bad situation.  It was half uphill and David snapped his derailleur cable 10k into the stage so was still stuck in his 11 so he wasn’t going to be able to push me up the hill.  He somehow got some kid to push me which got me to the next block where I then grabbed the back of a pickup truck.  Then a guy on a motorcycle, maybe police or military or something, gave a hand and let me hold on to the back of his bike to the finish.  We made it but then we had to sit on a cramped bus for probably 45 minutes in traffic back to the hotel.  One of the themes of the trip we’d best learn to enjoy instead of complain about.

After two of probably the most boring stages ever, we finally headed inland across the island which brought climbs along with regular two lane roads through small villages and tropical jungle.  It would be a really good place to just ride and explore.  Maybe with a gun in your back pocket though.  We finished in this small town called Samana which was where we stayed when I was here two years ago.  It’s a neat little town on this big bay that leads out into the ocean.  The town seemed pretty much the same except for this stretch of new houses along the main road close to the water.  They looked like they should have been on Cape Cod.

Samana1View from the hotel in Samana on the North side of the island.  Those colorful looking houses definitely weren’t there two years ago.  Must be trying to make it more of a ocean town destination.  The area was pretty incredible.

Samana2ndDidn’t get a good photo but palm trees along a huge bay that led out to the ocean with pretty cool looking island in the middle. 

Looking back on that day and where we stayed and everything, we had it pretty well.  Two days later found us back in Santiago at this hostel type hotel where there were four beds for ten of us.  The team is from Santiago and the riders are from here but they wanted to stay at the hotel meaning they wanted us two to a bed, and small crappy beds at that.  The race I guess assumed they would go home so didn’t give us enough beds.  Somehow they thought that was alright but if you saw the size of the room and bed you’d be like what the heck, that’d be for one night.  We’re to be here for three.  I found a guy I knew from here that helped us out two years ago and he got it sorted out thankfully.  Not the best setup but it works.  This race will make you feel like you’re a king at every other race you go to.

Hotel roomWay too many people in our room.  This was common the three days we were there.  At first they wanted to put 8 of us riders in there and two staff.  There were four beds.  I got it sorted out…It was cramped as it was.

The Dominican-Part I: Warm Weather. Fast Racing. Why Not?

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Last Monday David Guttenplan asked me what the airport code was for Santo Domingo, Domincan Republic.  The next day I had a flight booked leaving two days later.  Nothing like a real last minute trip especially when you’re in full winter training mode.  With a quick component swap from my ‘cross bike to road bike and a quick pack, I was off.  We found our way onto team “Feberaro de 27th” (the Independence Day of the Dominican Republic) which is a local team from Santiago.  With this team though we had to arrive in Santiago, a two hour drive from Santo Domingo, along with the unbenounced requirement that we get a Dominican license as it’s a local team.  With getting the license and an utterly large amount of disorganization along with an early morning wake up to catch my flight from Oregon, I slept a total of 12 hours in 3 days with only a few short naps.  Not the ideal prep for any race let alone one like this.  Being tired or awake and motivated makes all the difference when you’re in not the most comfortable of situations.

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View from our hotel room in Santiago.  Riding in the rain on crazy city streets with tubulars didn’t sound like a good idea so we rode the trainer.  First time all winter.

BaseballBaseball is big in the Dominican.  One of a few fields full of kids playing at the Olympic facilities.  They had tennis courts, a pool, soccer fields, a velodrome, and a bunch of other cool stuff here.  

To top off the lack of sleep, for dinner the one night we were in Santiago I had bread for dinner with protein powder.  Not exactly the ideal form of nutrition in any circumstance.  The following night’s dinner though made up for it as the hotel restaurant had a buffet dinner with pretty good food that included a good selection of deserts that I fully indulged in.  Our next sweets aren’t going to be for a while.  The thing with being here is you don’t know when and what your next meal is going to be so when you have pretty good food, eat up.  (The one morning literally all they had left to eat was white bread with ham and cheese that looked like it had been setting out for two days.  I had oatmeal and protein powder.)

 

Dinner with DavidBest food of the week at the hotel buffet after the team presentation on the first night.  Pretty sweet dinner setting too!

That night was the only night of the fancy food as every meal since then has been pretty much the same.  Always white bread, lots of rice, pasta, lots of not tasty plantains, and chicken depending on the day and is always marginally sketchy.  And if you’re lucky in the morning you get some concoction of eggs.  After one night of that David and I made the genius purchase of Asian pineapple sauce, hot sauce, and bbq sauce to take the meals up three notches.

 

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Standard fair for the week whether it was breakfast or dinner.  Lunch was non-existent.  We bought some pretty clutch condiments to take the blandness up three notches.

?????????????Can’t complain at a hotel like this.  The hotels the rest of the week though were a bit, lets just say not great.

The first two stages were incredibly boring flat and long highway stages that took us almost 200k the first day and about the same the following.  I guess the highways are easy to close and provide the best pavement around but that still wasn’t great.  The pavement itself wasn’t horrible but you’d get these huge nasty potholes that if you weren’t keeping an eye out for would give you a flat for sure and potentially worse.  The worse did happen for a rider from Novo Nordisk/Team Type 1 of which I haven’t heard many of the details but that he was motor pacing back to the field after having stopped for a number two (probably due to bad water/unhygienic eating conditions) and hit a pot hole and is not in good shape to say the least.  Let’s hope he pulls through.

It makes you think what the heck we’re doing down here and if the risks are really worth it.  Yeah it’s fun and an experience to see the World but my biggest thing is not being in control of your own situation.  If you’re base jumping off some massive mountain, you’re pretty much in control of the chute you’re using, how you packed it, your experience level, what weather you jump in.  Whereas if you’re riding down the road there’s almost nothing you can do about the idiot driver who’s not paying attention aside from not riding on that road (why a lot of my rides are on dirt roads where I don’t see anyone for hours).  And during a race there’s nothing you can do about the guy who crashes in front of you or someone who doesn’t point out a car on the side of the road and just ducks around it while you’re stuck in the gutter behind him blind and hopefully can react in time.

It’s been windy pretty much every day along with at least a few nasty sections of road if not more so hopefully everyone keeps there head up and pays attention throughout the rest of the race.  I’m always pretty risk-averse but am definitely more so here.  Lets hope everyone else learns to be as well.

 

 

 

Fresh Beginnings

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One of the things we often take for granted with bike racing is having an end and a beginning to each season. Our seasons sometimes are cut short or extended due to foreseen and unforeseen circumstances, such as the odd opportunity to race in China. No matter how great or poorly the previous season ended, a new year allows you to start fresh with new challenges and goals.

This year I have plenty of new challenges as well as goals that I hopefully can achieve to get to where I want in cycling which also is the contrary to another one of my goals which is to always be perfectly happy in the present moment. In cycling, you often dream about someday doing such and such of a ride or race, racing with Team X, but it sets you up to always be chasing something you don’t currently have and very well may never get. Yes, you do have to dream those big goals and objectives and see yourself in them but you have to do so while being ok in your current situation.

The past year in particular I was dreaming and working so hard for the future that I wanted in the sport but come the end of the season that dream never came to fruit. I wanted to race on a bigger team doing bigger races along with a bit of financial stability. Getting to that was what I wanted so bad and when I didn’t get it, or even a part of it, I was completely set back.

I know I’m getting older and during the early part of the season last year I told myself that if I didn’t get a contract mid-season, or at least be talking with the right people about a contract, I would start pursuing a real job with my college degree. It wasn’t just the fact that I was getting older but also the fact that for the past three-ish seasons I had been pretty much not living anywhere and traveling around racing on a shoestring budget. That’s great for a time but when you see friends and family having the comfort of their own place to live and not be stressed every time you go to the grocery store about the bill; you start to want that bit of stability more and more. I sought out a real job while finishing out the season at the Tour of Alberta and then China unexpectedly. The problem was that I settled down to Bend, Oregon. While not too much of a problem for extracurriculars, the job market, specifically to energy, was not that great and to pick up a descent odd job became an issue as it’s a summer destination and a lot of the jobs related to that dry up in the winter. So I picked up a job at UPS delivering packages. Being Santa Claus is great; for about two seconds, and then it gets old.

Fortunately my trip to China with David Guttenplan brought me more than just an incredible trip but a great friend who happens to have his own elite team doing a lot of the big races. He’s been my saving grace giving me incredible opportunities, such as racing in China (and now the Dominican Republic but more on that later), as well as the chance to race on his team, ISA Gennix/SeaSucker/Guttenplan Coaching Domestic Elite Cycling Team (https://www.facebook.com/GuttenplanCoachingCyclingTeam). This new team and season is just the “starting fresh” I needed to get out of my mid-life crisis of what I was actually doing with my life.  I’ll also start a new job here in the coming weeks to give me that bit of financial stability while still being able to do what I love and race my bike.  It’s not a real job with my degree but it will allow me to keep pursuing what I love and want.  Someday I’ll get a job in energy and go back to grad school but not this year.  I’ll continue to travel the world racing my bike and if the opportunity presents itself to race with a bigger team I’ll take it in a heart beat but in the mean time I’m going to enjoy where I’m at at the moment and have as much fun as I can.

Another one of my goals is to write on here more and keep them short and interesting so with that adiós as I fly to the Dominican Republic which I’ll have more on soon. #tofreshstarts

Update to Previous Post

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So since I wrote and posted the last post on the cancelling of CX Nationals, they are delaying Nationals until tomorrow.  Not ideal but still way better than cancelling.  At least spending a bit more money for changed plane tickets, added hotel rooms, etc. they’ll actually get a race out of it and not have it be all for naught.  I’ll definitely be watching tomorrow.

The Cancellation of a National Championship

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Having any race cancelled let alone a National Championship is a hugely detrimental impact on participating athletes let alone lost money to sponsors which will have both a short and long term impact.  Weather is always a factor in any race and safety should be the number one priority in any event.  In Austin though it doesn’t seem that safety is the issue but rather park damage.

As I’m sure many athletes are, I would be extremely enraged regardless of what race I was participating in and if I was vying for the win or just a personal result.  Athletes come from all over the country for one race spending huge amounts of money to potentially have the chance to do well and have their careers changed.  I did a few years ago.  I went into Elite Road Nats with of course the intention of doing well and winning but I wasn’t even a rider to watch.  I won the Elite Criterium National Championship and my trajectory was shaped because of it.  Had that race been cancelled due to weather (it was extremely hot) it would have been a huge missed opportunity.

Another race, that wasn’t a National Championship but was cancelled, was the Chris Thater Memorial (NRC Crit in Binghamton, NY).  A hurricane bringing heavy rained deemed the course unrideable.  Having just returned from Belgium where you race in literally anything, it was hysterical.  That race could have changed my career as I was flying from over three months of racing in Belgium three to four times per week along with the good ability to ride in the rain.

I feel for the athletes that are packing up in Austin right now, particularly the ones who don’t have big teams and sponsors as it’s their own money spent and I can imagine a lot are guys like me just trying to make it.  They work just as hard or harder than the riders with full sponsorship and they have the most to loose.  For a rider such as Jeremy Powers, yeah it stinks but he’s already made his success and will continue his season over in Europe.  For the rest of the vast majority, their season is probably over, even if they do find a replacement for the race because it will be another tall order to swing travelling long distances for a race that may not even happen.

The weather and course conditions always have an impact on the race but when a race is cancelled due to any circumstance, it hurts riders.  And not to mention current and future  sponsorship. Hopefully race promoters learn from this and make sure that regardless of weather and course conditions, they are the ones making the call on whether or not a race will go ahead; not a local municipality who knows a vast amount less about bike racing.

Parting Out My Bike

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Haven’t posted anything in awhile but I am parting out my bike.  Pictures and descriptions are posted here; https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.717482398367178&type=1 if you are interested. Email me at adam@adamfarabaugh.com or facebook message me with any questions or offers.

Lately I’ve seen varying riders asking for money and donations for their racing through online platforms and other fundraisers.  I don’t agree with this so this is my way at making some money.  And I wasn’t given the bike so it’s not like I’m profiting from nothing.

Thanks and Happy New Years!

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