Team Time Trial

After my first race of the season, my good friend Aaron asked my if I wanted to do a TTT (team time trial)on the next weekend.  At first, I thought no way, I haven’t been riding my TT bike.  If you’re going to good at time trials, you have to ride that thing.  The next day was a rest/recovery for me.  I decided to take the bike to a local park and just ride a few easy laps to see how the set up felt.  15 miles later, I had convinced myself that a time trial sounded like a good idea.  I figured that I would do the TT unless we found a third person for a TTT.  I signed up for the 40+3 individual TT.  Aaron is 29.speed concept

A couple of days go by and Aaron informs me that we only need two people for a TTT.  I’m in but I already registered.  If you take care of the particulars, I’m in for the TTT.  Aaron got on the internet and team Hugebauer was born.

Friday night comes around and my TTT partner calls me and asks if I have a 10 speed sram red rear derailleur that he can borrow.  No, I said, I have 2.  I started thinking, hey, Justin is racing as well and he goes like 2 hours before me. I should see if he’d want to use my TT bike instead of his road bike.  Even if it didn’t fit 100%, it would still be faster than  a standard road bike.  He came by that night and got it from me.  I’ll see you in the morning; and he was off.

Saturday morning came around and Aaron showed up with his ailing Cannondale Slice.  He gets his bike in the work stand and gets going.  I left him alone to do the repair.  A few minutes later I went out to check on his progress and he was having some trouble with the indexing of the gears.  It’s probably the hanger.  Why don’t you check with my derailleur hanger adjustment tool?  I went back inside to deal with a few emails.  2 minutes later he came into my office with a snapped off derailleur hand in one hand and a frown on his face.  We looked at each other, took and deep breath, and I knew we were going to overcome this set back.  Aaron also brought his Caad 12 with him, as we were going to do some course recon for Sunday’s road race.

Well, I’ve got some clip on aero bars.  Just take the wheels off the TT bike and we’ll be fine.

I can’t, they’re 10 speed hubs and my road bike is 11 speed.

Cyclist problems.

What do you have on your Caad 12?

Ultegra tubeless.

Take my HiFi’s, they’re 50mil deep and I just put new S-Works tire on them.  I rode them yesterday, they’re fast!


It only took a few minutes and we were back in business.  We hit the road feeling good and would be at the race in an hour.  40 minutes later, Justin calls me and informs me that when he went to swap out the training wheel with the race wheel, the rear derailleur and hanger fell of the bike.  Time for another deep breath…


I’m like 20 minutes away, I don’t know what I can do from here.  Try to fix it and if you can’t, I’ll be there soon.  A couple more phone calls and Justin got the bike back together, but missed his start time.  I felt really bad for him.  A lot goes into racing your bicycle.  A bunch of it is the build up in your mind. You spend a lot of time visualizing and thinking about what you’re going to do.  Racing a TT can be pretty mental, your mind can easily wander and it’s important to go in feeling good.

As they say, that’s bike racing

I’ve always hated that saying, but I guess it’s true.  The toothpaste is out of the tube and you just have to move on to the next thing in front of you.  That’s what Aaron and I did.  There were only 3 teams competing in our category.  One team had 5 members and the other had 4.  Out numbered and possibly our gunned.  I wouldn’t have it any other way!  Aaron has a 4.7 watts per kilo and I’m around 4.1 watts per kilo.  Basically that means that he is stronger than me and also weighs about 25-30 pounds less than I do.  Good thing the course is mostly uphill.  Time for another deep breath.

We set out from the town of Lyons and pointed ourselves towards Boulder 12 miles away.  The first 2 miles of the course were slightly downhill with a tailwind.  After that, it started to climb.  The plan was to have Aaron pace me up the hills and I would do my share on the flats, downhills, and put myself in the wind as much as possible.  That dude is super strong and I really had to go deep to stay with him as I’m sure he was holding back for me.  We traded pulls along the way and made it to Boulder in 28:30 or so with an average speed of 25.2 mph.  The few inclines and the constant crosswind made for a very tough race for me.

Our efforts were good enough for a second place finishing only 30 seconds behind the winning 5 man team.  We couldn’t have been happier with our result and more importantly we had a ton of fun racing together.

Every season I ride and race my bikes I learn something new.  More than anything, I’ve learned you just have to keep moving forward.  They say you lose more than you win and I’m ok with that.  As long as I do my best and give it everything, I can’t ask more of myself than that.

Down valley

Erik and I had just finished up with a long day in the saddle and were enjoying a cold beer when his phone rang.  “Hey Troy, you’ll never guess who’s sitting across from me right now.” Galen.  Yep we just rode 105 miles.  A ride tomorrow? Sure.

Troy is Troy Reynolds, one of the nicest guys you’ll ever have the pleasure to ride with.  He and his special lady friend, Peg, have a place in Snowmass just up the road from Erik’s.  The three of us raced on a team together a few years back.  Troy and Peg now run that team and his roofing company is the title sponsor.  Super happy for those two.


Erik makes for a great guide.  He gives an excellent description of what we can expect in the few miles and we’re off.  We had just ridden around 25 miles, almost all downhill and now it was time to get in some vert.    The first climb was short and not too steep.  Troy and I rode it together as the rest of the group was just behind.



We regrouped at the top and took a few pictures, and I somehow managed to crack a few jokes.  Hay fields and horses would be our companions for the next few miles and I was definitely not complaining.



Another Froome impression later, and we reached the top of the climb.  These are the hidden gems that you tend not to find on your own.  I consider it a gift when a local rider shows me the goods.  “This dirt road goes all the way to Eagle”, Erik told me.  Sometime I’ll have to check that out, but for now it was time to descend back to the valley floor.

fun begins

After a ripping descent, we all stopped into Basalt bike and ski where we found our friend Iain working hard.  I kind of feel like we just stopped in to rub it in a bit.  As cyclists, we always want to be riding and it stings a bit to see your buds out there having a great day.

Erik was feeling the effects of the ride the day before so we just rode easy.  I was happy to do it too.  Lots of time to take pics and enjoy the new roads that we’re laid out before me.  As we pedaled on, quiet roads were bordered by farms and ranch land.  We all really noticed the temperature as we climbed a dirt road back towards Basalt.  I love the felling of not knowing where I am, just pedal the bike and listen for the next turn.




This is where we split.  The Reynolds Roofing crew headed back for the bike path, but Erik had something up his sleeve for the two of us.  He spoke of a view of Snowmass that few people got to see and I was more than ready to see it!  Perfect tarmac gave way to chip and seal and the chip and seal gave way to some of the most perfect dirt road I have ever pedaled on.  Beautiful ranches and green fields lined either side of the road.  Erik held a steady pace as I jumped on and off the bike snapping pics along the way.


REal Estate

Behind Bars

A few more miles of dirt and the road changed a bit.  Erik warned me the there were a couple of ramps ahead and he wasn’t kidding.

steep dirt copy

Just around the bend from here we hit the top of the climb and it would be just a few short moments before we were back on his deck, enjoying another one of those refreshingly cold brews that we had the day before.  I hung out at Erik’s for about an hour and then went to pick up the rest of the group for lunch. We took the Sprinter van into Aspen and enjoyed a nice late lunch.  I said my good-byes and navigated my way through town to get back on Independence Pass.  Once again, I took my time driving up the pass and took advantage of the opportunity to take photos as I pleased.




As I was driving up, I passed a few cyclists heading out for some late afternoon climbing.  Since I was hanging out anyway, I decided that I snap a shot of them and give some encouragement.


miles to go

I arrived at the summit about 30 minutes before the sun was to set.  You know what’s coming next, sunset pics.  It’s always worth it to watch it to completion.  Sometimes, when you think it’s over, there’s just a bit more to see.

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