Brad Huff Cycling

Hey Chad….ya I meant to do that!
There is this so-called sprinter club that Chad Hartley and I started going for over the past year, it is called the 1500 club. Now I know that this is not an amazing wattage for a so-called sprinter to put out, but more of an achievable wattage for guys like Chad and myself. 1500 club karate chop to the next he-ya! There have been occasions when one might step out of the 1500 club and sneak into the 1600 club or shoot maybe even the 1700 club…then you are a god among the club members for a day…or until the ride is over.
disclaimer: Silver Back Karl Menzies is not allowed in the club! Why you might ask? Well it is like this, HE EATS 53×11 chain rings for breakfast then craps out more watts than the whole peloton can even think about producing. Pretty simple, he is not human…but he sure is cute!

hope all of you have noticed how well my teammates performed over the past weekends Belgium insane racing. on cyclingnews it is posted as Driedaagse van West-Vlaanderen, Bel (2.1), well you should go there and check it out. 2 top 10 overall finishes is HUGE! Congrats goes to them and the rest of the team for making it possible…seeing on how I did not do really see much of there performance as I was dropped pretty hard 2 of the 3 days.
Oh ya, the Kemmelberg was pretty insane just so you know. But don’t attempt to summit it from dead last in the group and expect to make the group. Not the easiest way to do it. My teammate KiKi Patour would have made the group, but he went down the back side of the Kemmelberg so slow that he lost contact. While I performed some sweet American Crit moves to barely regain contact, but then shortly there after get blown out the back.

Thought not. Well I did and everyone of my teammates also. I don’t think that I have any more tread left on my rear tire because I looked it up about 20 times, overlapped wheels probably 5 times, nearly pissed myself twice, Will F. watched on guy actually fall into the canal (the guy came back to the group with moss all over him), I watched one guy launch from the mud gutter-sideways-back onto the road then back into the gutter, I nearly tagged some top tube high plastic road markers, pulled about 15 hot routes, rode about 1inch from the mud gutter too many times to remember, dodged about 30 cars, and some how stayed upright. Ian MacGregor was our only rider to overlap his wheel one too many times and ended up on his right butt check. Near the end it got even more stupid and I remember Robbie Mcewn yelling out of few cuss words at the near crashes that happened in front of him. I think we all lost about 3.1 years of our life today due to stress.

Hilton Clarke keeps on one upping me. Today in the first stage of 3 daagse van West-Vlaanderen (3 days of West Flanderen) I was dropped like a rock between 55 and 66 km in to the race, rode by myself for nearly the rest of the race, well actually I had speed bottles and motor pacing from our team mechanic Kevin to finish inside the time limit. BUT Hilton Clarke had to finish just one place ahead of me, even though I was nearly the last rider out on the course. How does he keep on doing this, man that guy is good! I just suck I guess? There I said Butthead, are you happy, you cracked me, I SUCK!
Congrats Hilton Clarke for another well timed one up on me!

out on the Coffee shop ride to keep our legs working in between race, when I go off a curb and pop, one of my rear spokes break. The only thing is we are riding race wheels, because we did not bring any training wheels. So Deep Dish Dura-Ace Wheel built up on a PowerTap hub that is now non-rideable. It is not everyday that you see some guy pulling some improv wheel truing on a Carbon wheel? Ya it was not pretty lets just say. Needless to say nothing helped to improve the wheels trueness, so I had to wait for 2hr at some coffee shop in Belgium. Luckily I spoke Flemish! Well luckily the girl behind the counter spoke English, so I was able to get my coffee fix much easier. At one point I thought people were going to start dropping coins in my helmet as I sat on the side walk in front of the shop. Oh it was sweet, let me tell you.

Shock to the system for sure. Horrible position most of the day, just couldn’t get out of my own way for most of the day. We had just over 180 riders in the race today and I pretty much looked at the back side of all of them today. When the peloton is stretched out in a single file it takes a while to do anything but pray that somebody calls piss’e. That never happen, so I just did my best to hold on. I did pull some sweet hot routes today, except for that one that lead me in to a puddle that nearly swallowed me.
My teammates are riding like Rock starts, Will Frischkorn, Ian MacGregor, Craig Lewis were some what human while still ripping legs off, but Huub Duyn, Benny Johnson, and Steven Cozza were riding out of there skin. Benny Johnson actually asked for 60 psi in his tires today, so that he could make it fair for everyone else. Benny is going to pull of the big one soon!
Oh that was a shock to the system
oh there was also 3 USA National Crit Champions in the race. can you name the 3?

Mike Friedman has chosen to take the safety approach do riding, because if he gets hit it could be the last ride for the meatball. He has been kicking it with the ever popular red flag, which I also rode with during my early MTB years. Oh ya long live the red flag, I think we should all have them, the Red Flag Club unit.


Even Superman has to look both ways before he crosses the road!

just enjoying my Jamon Serrano con Manchego Queso Sandwich/Boccadia on this new descent that leads to the coast, when I hear the sound of air leaving my tire, then as fast as I heard the sound my tire goes from 110psi to 0, I give out a scream that only Butthead could do more femininely, BAMM down, in the middle of a switch back. Creed stated that he heard me yell, turned around and only saw bread crumbs flying everywhere. Pretty funny site, except for the fact that I really wanted to eat that lovely sandwich. For a moment I thought about putting it back together, then just threw it in the ditch. Luckily I was not hurt, but it sure did piss me off that I lost my sandwich
To boot, I think that I lost one of my favorite silver bracelets in the fiasco.
Oh and CREED was the only true friend that turned around and came to make sure I was ok, while ALL the others just keep on going to the bottom of the hill, then were pissed that they had to ride back up the hill to figure out what was taking so long. I LOVE YOU CREED. You are quite the catch!!!