August 8, 2010
East Hartland, CT
Team: Justin Lindine, Steve Weller, Alister Ratcliff, Jerome Townsend, Josh Dillon
Result: Justin Lindine, 2nd
http://www.bikereg.com/Results/2010/08/08-Tokeneke-Classic-Road-Race-New-England-Regional-Road-Race-Championships.asp
The team went into Tokeneke with a plan that covered all of the usual scenarios: Early break, followed by hard racing that results in a smaller late race break of the contenders, breaks merge and the gloves really come off. To this end, we designated Steve, Josh and Jerome to cover the early moves, while Alister and myself would race conservatively for the first half in preparation for racing for the win later on. However, sometimes the best laid plans go awry. The first few miles saw the race fall into the predictable pattern of attack and cover with our guys at the front making sure that any move with even the slightest chance of going off the front had us well represented. Around the nine mile mark though, things suddenly got serious. The hills on the backside of the 22 mile course kicked in that the attacks from the serious race contenders started to splinter the field. I saw Alister quickly move to the front to cover a surging Jeremy Powers (Jelly Belly) and Emerson Oronte (IF P/B ORA) and figured I had better move up into the top ten of the race. Sure enough, a second surge from Emerson snapped a group free off the front consisting of myself, Powers, Sean Smith (Champion Systems Racing), and Emerson. Surely the winning move wouldn't be from ten miles in to this sixty-six mile race? Well, sometimes that's how it plays out; As we drove the pace in the break gradually extending our lead to a maximum of 2:30 it quickly became apparent the Emerson was the man to beat, as his surges on the climbs shot out Powers and then Smith as the end of the race drew near. When it was down to just the two of us and the final miles of the course I put in a dig on the final descent and opened up a small gap. Unfortunately he caught me on the initial slopes of the two mile finishing climb and was then content to sit on my wheel as I led up the climb. Reluctant to dawdle too much for fear of getting caught by the field (the gap was now 1:30) I put in several surges as we neared the 2K to go point to no avail. As we ticked off the meters my mind was racked with how to win the race. 400 to go, 300, at 200 I opened up the sprint on the right side of the road as hard as I could spinning out the gear and sitting down to shift before sprinting again. In the last 50 meters I almost thought I had it until I saw in my peripheral the creeping of his green form. I threw the bike for the line but knew that it was lost by half a wheel....just a few meters later and the jump might have worked. There's always next time.....