by steve on Tue Oct 23, 2007 5:22 pm
It was a few years ago, in mid to late spring. The reminants of the recently dissolved Folsom Peloton had gathered under a new banner: Cycle Folsom. There were maybe eight riders back then, all committed, and all consisstent. We were in pretty good shape for being that early in the year.
A new kid was showing up to join us on the Folsom Lake Loop; and what sight he was: long white tube socks, gym shorts, and a button down long sleeve dress shirt all sitting cockeyed atop a hand-me-down womens road bike donated to him by his aunt.
He struggled to hand on to the back of hte group that day, never really staying with the leaders, but never really getting dropped either. He sorta floated around just near the back of the group. Everyone was commenting on how much potential he had; it was universally accepted that if he chose to work at it, Derek could make his way to the front of our peloton in a couple of years.
Well, we were wrong about Derek, it only took him the balance of that first year to ride right though the group and assume the title of the best climber. I was among the first to go down in a head-to-head battle on the climb up Mosquito Rd from the single lane suspension bridge. I put the hammer down on the immediate 20% grade and gave it the gas, but Derek was ready put three bike lengths on me getting to the flat spot as you make the hairpin turn. After that I was able to keep up with him until the road tilted up sharply again, at which time he completely "horizoned" me. He was, in fact, resting with his heart rate already recovered when I finally appeared at the crest of the climb.
Derek has continued to accel and improve, his 4:11 assualt on Beatty is "other-worldly". A few of us are talking about pitching in and getting that manchild a power meter so we can find out what his real potential is against elite riders.
Perhaps one day, just a few years down the road, we'll be out at the Tour of California watching Derek mix it up with the big boys. We'll be tell stories to other cycling enthusiats about how we knew Derek when his choice for nutrtion on the road was a sandwich baggy filled with Frosted Flakes and he used to accuse us of "Eating rocks for breakfast". Too bad we don't have any pictures of the tube socks, gym shorts and button down dress shirt to send into Velo News when "D" hits the big time.
Hey Derek, great job - you are the King of the Mountain!