• Bloomer Park, Rochester Hills, MI

  • Racing the Provincial's Crit 2014

  • Forest City Velodrome - London, ON

  • Larkenville Challenge, Buffalo, NY

  • Winning the Sprint at the ForestCity Velodrome

  • Track Nationals 2014: Keirin

  • Track Nationals 2014: Points Race

  • OCUP #1: Feb 2015


Today, I completedly my first official commissaire duty. I worked at the finish line for the Tour of Bronte which is a local citizen's race that runs through Bronte Provincial Park. It features closed roads with 50% road/50% gravel to simulate the Paris/Roubais style race.

As a racer, one never really appreciates the importants of race numbers. Today, I saw the other side of the equation. The race numbers are the only thing that identifies you, the rider, to the race officials and they are used much more than track when you cross the finish line. The race numbers are used in the following manner:

Sooner or later, ride and racing bikes, you are going to crash. In fact, on the first day of the "Learn to Race" course run by the Midweek Cycling Club, it was one of the first things mention to all riders: You will crash. Get over it.

This past Saturday, I was session leader at the Forest City Velodrome's Recreational Ride. Running 8:30AM-Noon, riders from all over come to ride the track and to get experience on the track. For some reason, on this day, albeit sunny outside, there were a record 34 riders present riding the track. There were six cars in the driveway when I rolled up at 8:20AM. Last week there were none. At the rec ride, there was a good mix of experienced and new riders (you can see where this is going). While crashes happen far less frequently (almost never) on the track compared to on the road, they do occational happen. I was taken out by a new rider who, one his way down the track (the track is self-cleaning), slammed into my back wheel, ripping the tire off, and causing me to land on the concrete. While the bike took most of the damage (new tubular tire required), my bib shorts were tore slightly and I have a small patch of road rash on my hip. Nothing serious, but without some attention, this small gash can be a royal pain in my side (pun intended).


Wed. Feb 13, 2013 was a day I had planned to head to the track for the usual track workout. However, someone in the world had completely other ideas. It is a day I will not forget.

Around noon that day, I jumped in the car to run some errands. I had noticed some twinge in my right thigh. The only think I had been doing in the morning is working at my computer. It is what I do for a living. I spent a hour driving around and getting and out of the car. It was getting progressively harder to do so as the pain in my leg was getting more intense. By the time I got home about a hour later, I had problems walking up the stairs. I started to recall what it was like back when I broke my leg in 2009 and had to learn to walk again. At this point, the pain was intense enough I was starting to question going to the track, so I phoned up the doctor for an appointment thinking I would get something that afternoon. A half an hour later, I gave up on that idea (of going to the track). If you have every had a cramp in your leg, think of what it would feel like if the cramp never went away. That is the pain I felt. So, I dragged myself into the car and drove myself to the hospital. I grabbed my crutches that I saved from 2009 incident thinking I might need them. I was concerned that a screw holding the plate in my leg came out and was causing the pain. I was not looking forward to that conclusion because that would mean emergency surgury to have the plate removed, and spending this summer learning to walk again.



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