A New Season, A New or Improved Bicycle Fit!

 

 

 

 

 


Spring is upon us, and as the days get longer and everyone is increasing their mileage, it is important to reevaluate your fit. Comfort, performance, efficiency, and power - a proper fit on your bike will improve your ride whether you are an elite cyclist or out for a casual Sunday ride. Studio Velo offers a unique approach to fitting; we are one of a few places in the country using the Guru DFU in conjunction with the ReTül fit system to get the most objective fit available.

“We put the body first,” says fit master Colin, “we optimize the bike for you instead of conforming you to your bike.” If you are interested in buying a new bike getting fit on the DFU will establish the ideal dimensions without the limitations of an existing frame.  Getting fit on the DFU also makes it incredibly easy to try different handlebars and saddles. 

 We utilize the ReTül fit capture system designed specifically for collecting the most accurate and realistic data for achieving optimal muscle recruitment and preventing injury. Through the spin scan analysis we can measure your efficiency of stroke and improve your power.

 Last week André Carriao, Brazilian Pro rider for Simple Green, was fitted on the DFU, "Now the results will be different." He posted to Studio Velo. As a pro rider he had experienced many fitting processes and found his session with Colin to be incomparable. 

 

 The heart of the Studio Velo is the fit shop because we pride ourselves, not only building incredible custom bikes, but also in creating the best possible ride for each individual. Contact Colin at Studio Velo if you have any questions:

colin@studiovelocycling.com or p: (415) 407 8960.

 

Newmeyer's Ti Factory Lightweight Built for Speed!


 

"It's like riding a museum piece," said Thomas Newmeyer, of his new Independent Fabrication Ti Factory Lightweight. "It's absolutely amazing - I keep it in our front hall." He laughs.  

 

 The Studio Velo Team custom built this bike for Thomas Newmeyer, one of our Master Team riders. It is a top of the line race performance cycle with state of the art technology.

                     

Newmeyer's Ti Factory Lightweight is built up with Shimano Di2 electronic shifting and Mavic Cosmic Carbone SLR for ultimate acceleration and snap. This bike is a race machine! Signature of Independent Fabrication work it is finished to look as fast as it rides.

                   

 

  Studio Velo and Newmeyer are stoked about this ride, sleek, fast, and high performance down to the smallest details!  

 

 

What is the KarbonEye?

Rudy Project’s KarbonEye transcends sunglasses. These unparalleled technical optics are engineered to fit a competitive cyclists lifestyle with ultimate clarity, versatility and durable build.

 

Rudy Project KarbonEye Cycling Glasses The KarbonEye comes in three models: clear, rose and green featuring the ImpactX Photochromic Lense. Photochromic lenses adapt to changes in the lighting environment to enhance contrast and depth perception. The lens lightens and darkens in accordance to light intensity. You never have to take them off your face, even in the most variable conditions.

  “The ImpactX lenses are virtually indestructible,” says Ritchie, “you can bend, sit, even step on them.” Rudy backs up this claim with an awesome lens replacement guarantee that cannot be beat anywhere else in the industry.

 The KarbonEye is incredibly light, 1.23 ounces, and comfortable. The frameless design was engineered for maximum peripheral vision and a panoramic field of view, all in a full coverage style lens.

Check out founder, Scott Penzarella’s blog about his choice of the KarbonEye for the Leadville 100 race. Its takes an incredible optic to function for under nine hours of mtb racing.

 We have all three of the KarbonEye in stock now! Come by the store to check out the latest and greatest from Rudy Project.

 

“You can’t goat me to pull through”

It's been over a year since I raced the Boulder/Mead Roubaix in Colorado and I am once again planning on heading back. As many of you know, we have moved blogs so it thought I would repost this blog for you to enjoy. Wish me luck!

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Nearly 2.5 hours into one of the hardest races of my cycling ‘career’, having nearly avoided the second most frightening crash I have ever witnessed, and doing more work in a pace line and solo than the last 2 years of riding combined, my last-ditched effort to win the Boulder/Mead Roubaix race came with a guy stuck to my wheel 5 kilometers from the finish….


Many of you have undoubtedly been watching the Spring Classics over the past few weeks. The races have been nothing but exciting to the very end. Inspired by these races, I decided to visit some friends in Colorado and race the infamous Boulder Roubaix.  This year, the race organizers moved the venue from Boulder to Mead, CO, a small farm town northeast of Boulder in the rolling hills of the Colorado Plains.

The conditions for this race were perfect for a Roubaix-style race, if not extremely challenging. A stiff, 20+ mile/hour wind out of the west and a course with nearly 34% dirt roads over the length of 58 miles and about a 1400’ per lap for 3 laps.  Our particular group was big, nearly 100 riders from two categories, open and masters. The start was fairly mellow with a stiff headwind for 2-3 kilometers before turning north where teamwork truly came into play. The echelons were setting up nicely but I quickly found myself in the gutter trying ever so hard to stay in contact with the obvious lead group of riders. As we turned again, the headwind hit us straight on and I found plenty of cover and decided to move to the front as a few teams looked to make a move on the next turn.  As we headed east, however, the entire peloton began to swarm me with a strong wind at our backs.  I know well enough to not let this happen as it puts me in a dangerous position for the next big turn. This time, however, it saved my bike and perhaps my collarbone.


Without warning, we made a hard right turn south and quickly left the pavement for the softest dirt section of the race.  The front row of riders and a few in between fell like soldiers shot down by the opposing troops.  The field blew up. Bikes and riders were in the air. As more riders panicked, more riders hit the deck. It was carnage. I luckily was far enough back that I stayed clear of the crash but at a major price.

The lead group of open racers drilled it.  I knew this was the race unfolding.  I picked my way through the fallen riders and tried desperately to bridge up to about 20 – 25 riders who were on the gas. As we turned east again onto the pavement, it was game over. The tail wind and an unforgiving bunch of riders created an uncrossable gap for me.  I looked around and decided to wait for a few riders to work together. About 4, then quickly, 6 of us began the chase. As we hit the steep section about 6 kms or so from the start/finish, I realized my group was not strong enough on the dirt climb to help me bridge the gap so I put my head down and (perhaps foolishly) tried to go it alone, hoping the lead group would ease up as they came through the neutral feed zone.  I turned the hard right to the start/finish, picked up a solo rider from my category who must have been dropped on the climb with the lead group and began a good two-man train. I honestly, if not mistakenly, believe we could bridge up to the leading group. 
We made it about 3/4 the way around the 2nd lap when a group of 4 joined us from behind. We clearly made a mistake trying to do it ourselves. In this newly formed chase group was a 200lb Aussie with big legs and an even bigger heart.  I knew he wanted to make it back to the lead group and had the legs to do it. He and I began to share pulls, getting a few more guys to do some of the work along the way. Little by little, we noticed riders from the lead group falling off. They were getting dropped.  By the time we reach the start/finish again, we were down to 4 guys. By this time, it became apparent Scott (the Aussie rider) and I were going to do all the work. I asked the other guys to pull through, but no one was willing to come around.  Every few minutes or so, I would sit up, just like you see on TV, throw up a hand, and ask the guys to do their part.  There was one guy in particular who had not pulled through the entire lap, sitting sheepishly on the back.   I knew he was positioning himself for a big attack closer to the finish. I decided to ask Scott if he was willing to attack the group before we towed the other guys to the finish line, but he declined. I knew well enough how this might end.


As we approached the final, most difficult climb --the one I had to run up on lap 2 due to the softness of the dirt and the fatigue in my legs-- I knew my best shot at a podium finish was at that moment. (I actually did not know if a podium spot was even viable, as I couldn’t tell how many guys from the lead group were still in front of us.) I hit the two small hills before the dirt with all I had in the tank. I reluctantly dropped by ‘friend’ Scott along with the other 3 riders, but as I crested the top the dirt hill, I hit a soft spot and once again came off my bike.  I hit the dirt running like a  cycle cross race, but in road shoes it was ugly.  As I remounted my bike, one of the four riders, the guy who surfed off the back the entire third lap, reach my rear wheel.  I was totally bummed. I knew my chances of winning the sprint were good, as that is probably my biggest strength in bike races, but I needed to get him off my tail.


We hit the 5km to-go marker and I waved the guy to come around to share the work to the finish.  He boldly said no.  I slowed down, looked over my shoulder to assess the proximity of the riders coming over hill, and I began to panic.  I knew there was no time for cat and mouse as they were coming quickly so  I decided to attack.  I put a huge effort into dropped this guy.  I put a good gap on him, but I knew with 2kms to go I probably could not hold him off and then win the sprint.  I decided to ease off the gas yet again.  I waived him to come around again and he cowardly said “you can’t goat me to pull through… not going to happen”  I was pissed. I knew he was going to attack me in the final meters but outside of brake checking him I had no option but to continue on.
My only hope was the hard, right hand turn to the finish line. It was an odd and frankly unsafe finish but one that might favor me.  The turn before the finish line was an abrupt right and the distance to the line was barely 50 meters.  It was clear whoever rounded the corner first was the winner.

As I peered nervously over my right shoulder awaiting his move, I began to think whether I should have attacked him again earlier.  I was second quessing myself.  For the first time ever in a road race, I knew one false move, one hesitation, and I’d lose the race. Granted, I didn’t know if I was racing for 1st or 10th, but in my mind, the race for victory was right in front of me (actually, he was still behind me). With 150 meters to go, he predictably attacked.  I had done one thing right, however. I knew the ‘yellow line’ rules were in effect so I positioned myself just left of center of the road. When he attacked, he’d have to go on my right.  If his attack was not strong enough or too late in the final meters, I would have one more chance to come around him wide in the final turn before the finish, taking the wider line versus the shorter inside line. Normally the inside line is the best, but because the right-hand turn was sharp and the road narrow, I knew I could get more momentum in the outside line and possibly get him in the turn and at the finish.
Well I did get around him and while it was not for 1st,  it was indeed for 2nd place.  Evidently, one rider who was in the lead group stayed away.  I honestly don’t know how he did it by himself, but nonetheless he did.  There was some talk around the podium that he must have worked with riders from another category before our start group which was illegal, but I really didn’t care. I rode the best race of my life and I was proud to be second.

From watching Paris-Roubaix later that evening, it seemed that 2nd wasn’t half bad after all.  As one of our clients said in a congratulatory email, “it must be something about second place today for the hard men.”  I did indeed feel like a hard man on the bike today, for the first time ever.

PS: If you have the stomach for more crash photos, check out some of the shots here

The Studio Velo Race Team's "Debut"

Some of you may remember reading my blog post  “You can’t goat me to pull through" about a year ago.

With less than three weeks from the 2012 Boulder Roubaix, in which I will participate yet again, I can't but reflect back on what was one of my greatest days on a race bike. Unlike this past weekend, where Josh F, Thomas N, Rob B, and I all raced together --AS A TRUE TEAM -- the 30+ 1,2,3 Bariani road race in the central valley of California, my efforts at last year's Boulder Roubaix were the efforts of one man on his bike.  There is something extremely gratifying in racing by yourself. Yet, this past weekend, I got a chance to experience what true teamwork can yield in competition and how in so many ways it is ever more gratifying. 

At only 60 miles, the Bariani road race is similar to the Boulder Roubaix course in Colorado, save the extensive sections of dirt of course. The course is relatively flat, quite windy with a few small hills to keep you on your toes. The California course does share some actual similarities with the one in Colorado, however: the roads are terrible, littered with holes, gravel, large areas of water and at time very narrow. As it turned out, the road conditions, the lack of a open road finish, and some stiff winds in the last few laps, became a big factor on the finishing lap.

Over the course of the race, Josh was the protected rider. He has already proven this season that his sprint is strong and decisive with a 3rd place finish a few weeks back. Rob and Thomas are riding really, really strong and so there position was to chase down breaks, position the SV team toward the front of the race throughout, and most importantly ensure a spring finish. And did they ever. Lap after lap, all three of us worked hard to ensure no team could get riders off the front for too long. I personally had to chase down a potentially winning break with the help of some really strong Marc Pro Strava riders and a few others. The 4th or 5th lap effort was so severe we actually split the field and at that point lost one of our own. 

Once the break was caught, the focus was once again on moving Josh up toward the front of the reduced but still 50+ strong peleton. Remember, the race started with over 90 or so racers; a much too large of a field for a narrow course and a yellow-line maintained race. On the final lap, the named teams were perfectly positioned while Rob and I moved Josh slowly  and painfully towards the front of the group.  On the final climb heading toward the finish, things started to get ugly. Some riders were illegally moving up the outside of the peloton toward the front of the group, while others where simply being pushed across the yellow line as riders bumped shoulders and vied for position. Rob was one of the guy who got a bit caught out on the left side, while I was fighting to move Josh up the right side. Suddenly I can hear the agony of two guys locking there bars, causing one of the two riders to hit the deck. 

While the plan moments before was to create chaos by sending Rob, who is climbing like a billy goat right now, off the front or to the front to elevate the pace in advance of the final turns to the finish, the bee hive caused by so many racers and such a narrow road caused more damage then we new.  As we peaked the top of the small climb heading straight into the wind, things started to open up. Rob and I both began to push it as hard as we could. By the time we reached the final left turn before the finish line, the peloton was truly blowing apart with the top guys in the field seating up a fast finishing sprint.  As I begin to yell Josh, Josh, I feel a small push on my left side. Yes!  He is on my wheel, and I am 3rd wheel from the front rider. Perfect. Now it's time to dig in and push as hard as I can. As I begin my final burst, which honestly was not much at this point, I begin to feel the top guys start winding up their sprint to the finish. I am now gassed. I try to pull off to the right and look up for Josh. At this point, I am so sure he is going to be in the leading position or two to win or podium in our first team race together. 



As I watched each rider go by, I realized Josh is not on my wheel or coming by.  As several riders buzz by, I decide to start sprinting. I honestly didn't know what else to do. And I had nothing left. I tried so hard to jump on a wheel but as you can see in the video, I literally had nothing left.  I was lucky enough to hold onto to 10th place. 

Turns out, the rider who crashed on the final hill/bump coming into the final part of the course, fell into Josh's rear wheel. He managed to push the rear brake caliper into the wheel and effectively 'put on the brakes.' Josh's race was over. Both Rob and I had no idea, but in the end were very pleased Josh was okay and he finished the race unscathed. 

All in all, this first team race for me was a truly rewarding race experience. Unlike the Boulder Roubaix, which for me was and will be yet again a solo effort of man versus man on the road, this past weekend's Bariani race taught me so much more about true bike racing. I am honored and excited to be racing with Rob, Thomas and Josh this season. While we don't have the largest or organized team out there, we do have heart and the legs to race and the passion to win.

Stay tuned for the next race report.