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To Be Determined Journal

To Be Determined is a journal of cycling, adventure and photography, curated by a NYC-based cycling team known as TBD Racing or Team TBD. From criteriums to cyclocross to product reviews and travel diaries, it is all part of the TBD Journal.

Weekend (Video) Roll

Recapping a busy and at times very wet weekend of racing split evenly between Manhattan (Central Park) and Brooklyn (Prospect Park)

CRCA Club Race Report: a rainy morning and schedule conflicts with both Quabbin (where Scuds scored a top ten in the Elite field) and Philly (where Tim finished fifth) meant a small field for the next leg in the CRCA Club Series in Central Park. 

Bad weather and small fields are typically my favorite style of racing but things took a turn for the sour when I front flatted on the way to the race. No big deal, I wisely brought two spares - with a borrowed pump from the CRCA trailer and quick tire change I lined up alongside Roger, Corey and Daghan for seven laps of racing.

But then, passing through Engineers Gate on the first lap I notice my rear tire is soft - not good. By the time we hit 98th street, less than two miles into the race, it's clearly going flat. Muttering curse words under my breath I pulled over to use my second spare tube. Which is when I realized my CO2 inflater was broken. Swell, a stroll through the park in cycling cleats it is...

Thankfully back at Engineers Gate a marshal had a Co2 inflator that I could borrow, allowing me to cut short my unintended stroll through the park. But for better or worse my day of racing was done either way - less than two miles after it started - so I headed home on the bike... ...only to front flat again and have to walk the final few blocks. 

In conclusion: triple flatting sucks. But I suppose on the bright side I flatted early enough to avoid seven laps through horse shit alley.

Lucarelli and Castaldi Prospect Park Series Report: following Saturday's tire change practice I decided that I couldn't miss Sunday's Prospect Park race. With another painfully early alarm I headed across the Manhattan bridge Sunday morning for what wound up being a pretty straightforward affair: a big break got away midway through and while I was racing solo at that point I didn't want the race to turn into a group ride for the pack so I chased hard.

Things eventually came back together for a field sprint where I was too far back to do anything but roll across the line in 20th - not a great result but at least I didn't triple flat.

On impulse after the race I decided to head across the GWB to grab a bacon, egg and cheese from the Piermont Filling Station. Unfortunately I didn't really do the math on how far Piermont is from Prospect Park and ran out of both food and water on the way. I persevered and after a quick visit to bonktown reached the Filling Station, where I consumed every calorie in sight before heading home - finishing up with 100+ miles of riding before noon.