Upon arrival of my bike at the hotel I took it to the room they had arranged for bike storage, assembled my trusty Walker and then took it out for a quick jaunt around the streets of the Avenue du President Kennedy, which is where my hotel, the Delta Montreal, was located (a good section of town, I thought, and but a few blocks away from some very good restaurants, a few mediocre ones and a bit further away one that I found to be excellent) and one that had only one item on their menu, a 5 course meal, and another by the name of L’Autre Version , which I had a 9 course meal at that I found to be amazingly appetizing, but I will discuss this at some other time.
The first race was a Time Trial at Parc Jean-Drapeau, an F1 circuit a few miles from the restaurant L’Autre Version. I woke at 5:30 AM to catch the bus from my hotel to the race course. I was joined by 6 or 7 other athletes whom all loaded their bikes onto a separate bus that would transport the bikes to the racecourse. In total I believe there were about 40 other cyclist whom attended.
The temperature had dropped the night before and we were sitting at a negative 1 degree Celsius, about 30 degrees Fahrenheit, with the windchill factor dropping it to a negative 6 to 7 Celsius, which is about 20 degrees Fahrenheit… with snow falling on occasion. The temperature differential between south Florida and Montreal, Canada had messed with my bike’s settings and I had to ride over to a bike shop a few miles from the hotel to have them fine-tune my shift levers and disc brakes. Special thanks to ABC Cycles & Sports, 5586, Av Du Parc, Montréal, QC H2V 4H1, for helping me apply those last-minute fixes. During my ride home from the bike shop a light snow was falling to the streets with a slight westerly wind blowing… it may surprise some that this snow is not a common south Florida occurance and took me a bit aback. I arrived back at the hotel with 30 minutes to spare before the bus departed to the race course.
The first race was the Time Trail, in French contre la montre, meaning Against the Watch. As the count-down buzzer went from 5 to 0 I breathed in slowly to clear my mind; tick, 5 seconds, breath in, tick, 4 seconds, tick, breathe out, 3 seconds, tick, 2 seconds, tick, breathe in, 1 second, tick, breath out and go go go! And off I went, spun my crank and…. ca-thunk. My chain had fallen off my gear. I Hopped off my bike to throw my chain back on to my large ring, fumbled in my long-finger gloves for a moment and after a bit removed them and began to work with my bare hands.
Approximately 2 minutes later everything checked out, I hopped back on and began my race to catch the individual whom began 1 minute behind me. The 4.4 km course, which I was to perform 4 laps of, began with a 100 foot, about, straight shot which turned into a slow 90 degree hairpin turn followed by another long straight away. The straight away was followed by a quick chicane followed by another straight away that led into a sweeping 110 degree left turn that went slightly uphill for a few hundred meters. The whole time I made sure to stay in my big ring while keeping my cadence above 90 to 100 rpm so that I could minimize the chance of dropping my chain again.
After the slight uphill climb a quick downward chicane was followed by another sweeping left hand turn, another quick chicane followed by a straight shot to the start/finish line.
With one lap complete and the individual whom began 1 minute after me not yet in my sights I doubled my efforts to catch him. The hairpin and the long straight followed and I caught sight of his bike and with re-doubled efforts I was able to catch him after another 3/4th of the course behind us. I continued my chase and passed 2 hand-cyclists that had begun a few minutes beforeme but the end result of my delay in starting still placed me in 5th…






