Before NorCal bites big into Napa’s Cherry Pie in a few weeks … there’s a little freeway exit of a road race down south on Interstate 5 … right where the agro-fields get big-business’er, and the aquafunnel dribbles a parallel commute, man-madenly eternal.
The Patterson Pass Road Race starts in the parking lot of a Denny’s or Holiday Inn, or something else as inspiring. Liebold usually has a tent, or two set up around some early morning sprinklers as we all huddle around smudged reg sheets and chicken wing over limited safety pins available. Mists often hang around the town at that time of morning … like a stopped up toilet.
The Patterson race neutrals out of a stripmall and, after crossing the interstate, opens into a bucolickly rolling canyon that narrows and scrambles its way up to a final hill crossing that we 180 at, just past the summit.
It’s an epic little course, to be honest. There’s room for tactics and bluffing, climbing legs and horsepower descents, sprints, TT’s, and field swarms … all packed into under 50 miles of racing.
Patterson is where I saw Larsen and Fuentes scratch each other’s eyes out. It’s where I saw Jesse Moore dance on his pedals before he went Giant with strawberries. It’s where I saw the spin and poise of a true climber as Lucas Euser [LINK]scruff-of-the-neck’d his truculent teammate Tolleson up that two mile ascent.
I think it’s ok to hate someone as young and beautiful as Lucas. I can’t even begin to imagine how much diesel that guy is going to have this year …
It’s where legs have been broken and names have been suggested.
Patterson … check it out.
Powered by Facebook Comments