Brad Huff Cycling

notice yesterday that my right arm is pretty sore. Well no so much from that….GREEK, but more so from throwing another cyclist around the track.

Bobby Lea and I had made it to the Madison final, only to have a Self Imploding bike destroy our possibilities in the closing laps of the race. Bobby and I had been racing like rock stars for our first ever Madison together. We were actually in 5th place with just 50 laps to go when my bike started to make so horrendous sound, that only became worse with each passing lap. So I fly into the pits, our mechanic and I tighten a few things, send me back out, but now the sound is creak is worse! So head back down to the pits tighten the chain ring bolts, fixed, yes fixed but it totally blew my teammate out the pack because he had to take about 5 or 8 extra laps too long. In the Madison each rider does about 35 seconds worth of near max effort, then he throws partner in and he does the same. If the rider not racing rolls to fast on recovery then he screws his partner, because his partner has to do 45 seconds or even up to 1min worth of effort because his teammate rolled to fast on his recovery. Well when I went down in to the pits…twice…to get my bike fixed, Bobby had to do WAY too many laps without any relief. Ya that totally blew Bobby, then totally blew me too as we both attempted to make up our lost ground. If we had not had our…my mechanical and only stayed in the pack, not even getting another point in the rest of the race, we would have been tied for 5th or 6th. Ya that was a hard one to swallow.
Oh ya, Madison is the hardest set of VO2 intervals one will ever EVER attempt to do in his or her (Kate Compton) life.

Guess so!

Well I suffered like Bill Marshall in a dry county tonight. I was quite worried early in the week when I IT Band exploded, but guess what, with prayer, rest, cleat adjustments, and a healthy dose of the Magic Man Matt the London Chiro I was able to race at nearly 100%!
Creed and I were out on a mission to make the race and that is just what we did.
Creed lapped in a small group, then I lapped in a small group, then we both held on for dear life, then I somehow was able to fight out of the swarm to get 3rd at the line. Although I nearly blew my chances with 4 to go, when I wuss’d out and lost my position.
I can’t believe it actually? What this does do is instill more confidence in things to come for me and my team! Pretty damn cool!

Just arrived in Manchester for the 4th and final Track World Cup. I am quite nervous about the race, 1 because it is our last hope in solidifing a spot for worlds, 2 because my IT band exploded on a training ride before leaving Gerona?
If all things are go then I hope to have a good performance here in the land of Mr. World Record….Chris Boardman that is.

poser! Everyone wishes to replicate the original, but I have been sporting the dukes for years!

As one of the BOOYA-telecom riders notices Creed’s fancy shoes, he asked if he could see them? Creed had stated to me that he noticed a few of the riders talking about his shoes at the start of on of the stages, then they just shrugged their shoulders and turned their heads about the shoes. oh LUST’s by the way.

what came next was not able to be caught via photo, but I can tell you that none of the BOOYA riders smirked about Creed’s shoes again! Look at the anger!

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/13/sports/othersports/13cycle.html?_r=2&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

life on the road enables one to have some great holidays…..alone!

Well after getting pulled out of Tour of Langkawi I quickly realized that there is NO where to ride ones bike unless he or she is in the race. Actually I take that back I saw two groups of idiot riders ridding on the 4 lane highway. So I did not touch my bike that last two days in Malaysia, then traveled 24 hrs to get back in to Gerona Spain. Starting what could be my 4th day of no ride, I am thinking that I should get back on the horse. Well this is actually the first day I CAN get back on the horse.
So the cabbies in Malaysia are horrible…..WARNING this might piss a few readers off for me typing one or two words spoken to us by the Cabbies…….”Taxi, Taxi? You want boom, boom? Taxi, Taxi? Puuuuzzzzziiiiieee!? Sex? Good exercise! (imagen someone imitating a thrusting motion) Good exercise, like this, like this? You want taxi, taxi?” Those were some interesting cabbies.
What was almost better was the two Buddist monks that were pan handling donations from gullible tourist, well they got KiKi, but not me. As I had no money. They would have you read this translated message about how they are attempting to build there temple, how they needed additional help, and then have you write your name down, where you from, the word PEACE (which is a word they used to draw you in….”Peace, Peace, Peace” then they would place this golden card with Mandarin written on it), then have you write how much your were going to donate. Well KiKi pulled out 15 malaysian dollars quickly, but I had no money. SO I thought about it, the monk pushed the little booklet that I was to write my amount on towards me, I stated I had no money, the he pointed to KiKi like….”Hey jerk your friend has cash and he is helping out, so why can’t you?”. Then he got this frustrated/pissed look on his face, so not to leave him with an empty $$$ amount space, I wrote in PRAYER. I shall give you PRAYER. He was not happy, but I thought that it was a nice thing to provide. OK I am not going to pray day and night that the Buddhist monks will scam more people, but just that they might see things a little differently. I really could not believe how pissed he got when I did not provide him with any money….aren’t you supposed to be kind, gentle, and loving???