Comments on: A Fortune in Tubulars

By: Smithers

Smithers — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 02:42:58 +0000

Because you can still ride a tubular when it’s flat, as long as you don’t have to turn too much. Just ask Abraham Olano about the 1995 Worlds, or just ask me.

And you catch watch Olano riding that flat tub right here. Impressive.

By: JT

JT — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 01:47:54 +0000

I had (for me) a good ride in the RR in making it to the finsih climb with the group but was also suuuuppper tired in that TT too. Then got shelled in the circuit race and don’t think I finished.

And also, like an idiot I’d done the Andy Raymond crit in Connecticut the day before Fitchburg started. And it was my first real p-1-2 stage race… I think that was the last year they had that crit; the Longsjo killed it.

By: Peter

Peter — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 14:50:02 +0000

Hey JT-

Thanks for reading my site…

My memory of all things early 90s has been proven faulty again!

Thanks for the clarifications. I couldn’t confirm any details about stage distances from the 1991 edition, so I was just going by what is currently the norm at Fitchburg. Besides getting a flat that first day, I really only remember being super tired after the road race, taking a nap at the TT venue, and nearly missing my start because I was laid out exhausted in my car. I have vague recollections of the circuit race…only that somebody who seemed to be right in front of me the whole day was complaining each lap about a spectator smoking along the course.

By: JT

JT — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 03:03:42 +0000

Wow, flatting on the Fitchburg RR descent must have been terrifying.

One thing — the RR wasn’t 105 miles that first year, it was “only” about 80 miles, or maybe 85.

The circuit race was drastically shorted too due to running out of time (as the last race of the day). I *think* it was about 40 miles.

By: Danilo Carsonucci

Danilo Carsonucci — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 16:57:51 +0000

I have been waiting for my new Bobkefix. We lived paralel lives in the 80’s. I was dealing with mean socal bike inspectors. The morning of my high school graduation I got taken out of the Balboa Park crit in San Diego by a perpetual tire roller. And if I remember correctly tire roller’s dad punched an official that day, junior racing drama at its finest. Sitting under the LA sun in a graduation gown with no skin was tough. Luckily I had a special herbal remedy to make it through.