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This past week, with thanks to the guys at American Bicycle Group, I was able to test ride the new QR Ilicito, this bike was previewed at Interbike in September and already had received great reviews. When looking up-close at the picture, you will notice the frame has no rear left seat stay. The chain stay has become larger for support while providing great aerodynamics. I also ride a QR CDO1, so I was anxious to see if I could tell any difference. Rode 25 miles on the bike and the ride felt the same as my CD-O1. If anything the rear of the QR-ilicito might be a little stiffer. Kyle Love was with me on the ride and he thought the bike rode great, really smooth. In my opinion the biggest benefit will be in the aerodynamics of the frame now that the stay is missing.
Looking forward to seeing the production model.
Thanks again to Tres Courdin and Brad DeVaney for asking me to perform the test ride.

1 Jacob Falgout 27.00 mph

2 Cole Leblanc 25.22 mph

3 Phil Barnidge 24.35 mph

4 Eryn Schilling 24.32 mph

5 Paul Howard 24.14 mph

6 David Leblanc 24.28 mph

7 Adam Falgout 23.71 mph

8 Martin Boutte 23.68 mph

9 Phillip Breaux 23.07 mph

10 Bo Deal 22.98 mph

11 Michael Kinler 22.57 mph

12 Thomas Stelly 21.62 mph

13 Brent Benoit 21.51 mph

14 Brain Theriot 20.61 mph

15 Amy Leblanc 20.01 mph

16 Ryan O’Brain 19.44 mph

17 Matt Reed 19.38 mph

18 Kevin Payne 18.46 mph

19 Will Craig 17.92 mph

20 Debbie Howard 16.42 mph

Thanks to all participants for taking on the new challenge!

A heartfelt thanks to Jennifer “Zipp” Lastraps, Saul Dupuis and Jesse Melancon for volunteering!!!!


A heartfelt Thank You to those who have gone before us, serving this great country! Also thanks to all whom are currently serving to preserve our freedom.

Chris “Macca” McCormack flew into Lafayette, LA yesterday afternoon.
After having his bike build up by Mark Miller’s Precision Bikes,
just to be ready for a Tuesday training ride, it was party time!
Frank Camalo, known for Italian fashion and classic bikes, showed another side of his:
A fabulous host, chef and entertainer.
Both Frank and Peggy put on a wonderful evening!
The meal served was traditional Italian pasta, with meatballs and sausage.
The sausage was made per recipe that has passed down the Camalo generations and it was delicious. A tremendous pressure has come upon Frank to release this secret recipe….
Once available we’ll post it to this site…
Macca felt right at home and it seems he enjoyed some relaxing time with friends, while in the middle of a very hectic traveling schedule.


Please remember, at 7:00 PM tonight,
you’ll have the chance to hear Chris “Macca” McCormack speak at Red’s.
The event is hosted in Studio A
It is free of charge and you don’t have to be a member of Red’s.

Chris McCormack (born 4 April 1973) is an Australian triathlete, known affectionately to the triathlon community as Macca. McCormack began competing on international-distance courses in 1996, winning both the 1997 Triathlon World Championships and the 1997 ITU World Cup Series; to date, no-one else has won both titles in a single year.

After shifting focus to longer distance racing he displayed exceptional aptitude for the distance winning many races. McCormack won Ironman Australia in 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 and 2006. Twice he has finished the Quelle Challenge Roth, an Iron-Distance triathlon in under 8 hours, a feat only 5 other athletes have completed.

In 2007 he won the Ironman World Championships in Kona Hawaii after 6 attempts at the race coming as close as second, within 2 minutes of the winner, in 2006.


Last year’s planned event, to have Chris “Macca” McCormack speak at Red’s,
had to be canceled due to inclement weather.
Macca was held up in Dallas, TX and ended up flying in late that night.
He still got some swim-bike-run training in, here in Lafayette,
before competing in the first New Orleans Half Ironman.
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Well Macca is coming back to Lafayette!

He will give a talk at
Red Lerille’s Health&Racquet Club
on Tuesday April 13th-2010 at 7:00PM
You don’t have to be a member and there is no charge.
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This event is made possible by:
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And
Smitty “Mongoose” Smith.

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A heartfelt thanks to Red Lerille’s for opening his doors, free of charge, for this event.

I felt compelled to write this in response to the comment left re: the Lake Fausse Point Social Ride, though it has been on my heart on several prior occasions. No intent to unlock a discussion, though feel free to email me at: precisionbikes@gmail. com


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Also be aware of the option to address the webmaster directly by emailing at precisionbikes@gmail.com
I thank you kindly for keeping this site a friendly, informative and encouraging medium, supporting our shop and our beloved sport.

Regards,

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Smitty Smith: 21 hours
Brad Delcambre: 28:49 hrs
Keith Manuel: 28:49hrs

AMAZING!!!

Congratulations to all, safe travels home! Who Dat???
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Rocky Raccoon 100 Miler; A Race Report by Brad W Delcambre

I’ve never been one for writing up race reports. It’s not that I don’t want to write one, truth is I’m just forgetful and I never get around to it. This is what happened to my Bandera 50K race report. Bandera was no joke. A beautiful course over some of the most blistering terrain you can imagine. If any of you are looking for a challenge I highly recommend this race for splitting your skull open. Unless you have done some traveling to that part of Texas you literally have no clue what you are getting yourself into. Within the first mile I had cursed everyone I could possibly think of and it did absolutely nothing to help the situation. Bandera is a dangerous course if you are not prepared, so if anyone is up for the challenge please do your homework and get wasted. That way when you are passed out you can mentally project what it is like to run over boulders and cacti, as you will get none of that type of training here.

Now, off to the main course, this report is about Rocky Raccoon. It’s hard to summarize such an experience, especially when one is not a literary genius, (That means I don’t right so good.). The journey is not unlike Ironman, and the indestructible feeling of personal accomplishment, gratitude, and happiness last for days once complete.

Prerace: My training consisted of a whole crap load of running and eating an unfathomable amount of unhealthy food all while drinking enough alcohol to kill a small village. I don’t know what it was about this race that got me on this type of training regiment but it worked and I was still able to lose weight in the process. (For legality purposes I do not specifically condone this type of behavior)
My taper sucked, as usual. It’s just never any fun and about a week before the race the nervous system began going into overdrive. I had no idea what to expect, only stories, myths, and fairytales of the elusive 100 that lied before me. I was beyond nervous, and nothing was comforting. I stopped by Smitty’s house a few days before and saw all of his bags properly labeled with everything he was going to need, Mongoose definitely had a game plan. I knew any plan that I had would be null and void the second I started running so I used the play it by ear method. Actually slept pretty good the night before the race, all things considered. Smitty actually told me either I wasn’t nervous race morning or I had one hell of a poker face.

Loop 1: The first loop wasn’t so bad. Legs were a little stiff but I felt good. Keith and I kept a good pace. The only negative I have about the first loop is a wrong turn we took. I was following a group of runners that were in front of me and as it turns out we weren’t supposed to go that way. It added about 15 minutes to our total time. My legs were fresh so I tried not to let it get to me. I felt my nutrition was right and everything seemed to be going ok.

Loop 2: This is the loop where everything started going downhill. I started getting very nauseous and any types of sugary substances were not settling well. This can happen if your heart rate is very high for extended periods of time but I knew my heart rate was low as we were not running very fast. We still managed to stay on a great pace despite the issues.
Loop 3: The nausea had finally felt like it was going away until Mother Nature began calling me into the woods. I had to make 4 trips before my body said there was nothing left. I was eating Pepto-Bismol tablets as if they were candy. I still couldn’t eat much but after 60 miles my stomach finally decided to settle down. This loop also began to teach my body why this distance is so difficult. Around this time your body begins to feel the effects from the constant pounding of the ground. My legs began to ache, not in a muscular sense; it was my knees and feet. We lost some time on this loop and realized it would be a battle for the remaining 40 miles

Loop 4: Running at night in the woods sucks, plain and simple. You are constantly staring at your feet. When I would look up to see the beautiful night sky my equilibrium would get out of wack… so I didn’t do that anymore. My stomach felt great but the pain in my knees and feet started to become unbearable. You can feel it in your bones, every step you take is painful. It didn’t matter whether I was running or walking the pain was the same. At this point Keith and I were about 30 miles from finishing. We knew we could walk the rest of the way and still make the cutoff. I felt I could continue to run at a snail pace but honestly was a little scared. If I kept running I felt like I could seriously injure myself and have to take a few months off to recover. Around that time we saw Smitty who so graciously said “relax and enjoy the race”. I didn’t know how much enjoyment I could get out of the pain I was experiencing, but I did know the enjoyment I would get out of crossing that finish line. Keith and I pretty much agreed to take it in as slow as possible. We were going to buckle whether we came in at 25 or 30 hours.

Loop 5: We picked up John Fell and my buddy Kristin Wilson at the last aid station on the previous loop. They decided to come meet us with 5 miles left. I had called Kristin and he could hear we were struggling. The Dynamic Duo came to our aid with some moral support and decided to help us walk it in. We walked virtually the entire 5th loop. I wish I could tell you that the pain went away, as you would think from walking, but it didn’t. It was still a struggle, every single step of the way. Mile 92 was Dam Road aid station for the last time. It was at this moment I noticed I was tripping and not in a metaphorical way, I mean literally. My vision was impaired to the point I felt like I had taken a few doses of LSD. Around mile 93 we witnessed a guy stop to smoke a cigarette, still in astonishment on that one. I told Keith that we had started together and we were going to finish together. 28 hours and we walked the line at the same time. I felt the happiness overwhelm me as I practically collapsed to the ground, teary eyed and with buckle in hand.

Wow, what an experience. The pain and suffering endured during a 100 miler is a true testament to one’s character and willpower. I know this type of challenge is not for everyone, but for those who do wish to toe the line, I only ask for you to be true to yourself and your passion in life. You can not be afraid to fail, and you can not allow negative comments from others dictate your course of events. I do this because I welcome the challenge, I want to know my limits, and I want to know I am alive. I welcome the unbearable punishment for that brief moment of elation, knowing I just accomplished something that so many deem impossible.
Many great thanks go out to all who have helped me along my journey, starting out from my very first steps when I decided to start running. The day was May 5, 2005 and I remember it as if it were yesterday. Mark Miller, you are the man. Without your expertise and the inspiration I have received from your many years of Ironman, I would not have continued in the sport. Smitty, what can I say, you are a beast. I will follow in your footsteps no matter the challenge. Any day, anywhere, you name it and you can count on me; you will not tread the path alone. Keith, I am proud to have you as a friend. You have been there with me every step of the way; sharing with me some of my greatest accomplishments in life. Ironman and ultras alike, I would undoubtedly follow you into battle any day. Kristin Wilson, a true friend and pacer. Thank you for being there for me. We’ve been through a lot, but this meant more to me than words can describe. I am glad I got to share that with you. John Fell thanks for being a pacer as well. This guy was full of jokes and songs but after 24 hours of running I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or punch him. All jokes aside, it was very welcomed and appreciated, you helped make the best out of a flight or fight situation. Very special and most important thanks go out to my family. Without their help, support, and eagerness to deal with my insanity none of this would have been possible. I truly love you all.

Sitting on top of the world and waiting to race across the sky,

Brad W. Delcambre

We’re always getting “why”?, as all of you get.
As to why we do an
ironman, triathlon, century, metric100, time-trial, marathon, or some a 5k.
Nonetheless, we all get it.
I’ve been pondering it for some time and my attempt at an answer is found below.

“What is to give light…must endure burning”

I always get the question, either to my face or behind my back, “why would someone want to run that far?” He must be crazy or have issues. While both of those statements are very true, they are not the answer as to why. I’ve thought long and hard on my runs and in my idle time as to “WHY”. Below is a short treatise on what I think is WHY.

Are we a measure of what we are? Or, is our true measure found in what we are not? In truth, wisdom comes when we realize just how much we don’t know and temper ourselves.

Somewhere along the way, we, humans, have forgotten that we are animals. We ignore our limbic systems and primal ways in the name of humanity and what others might think about us. It is not conscience that makes cowards of us all but society and “fitting in”.

As I stated before….God made me for a purpose and when I run…I feel his pleasure (stolen quote). I feel that primal instinct that man felt so long ago as he ran through the woods in search of food, a new home, or a mate. Trail running brings me there and ultra trail running lets me explore my limits – one day – God willing – I will find out my true measure. Funny thing is, I doubt it will be at the finish line of a 100 plus mile run at high altitude, but standing in front of HIM (hopefully at a real high altitude). Nonetheless, I will continue to look for my breaking point and what I am not…in order to find out who I truly am.

Not too often, but often enough, I get to feel the transcendence on a long run. It’s a point where I feel like I am floating or being carried as I run, weightless if you will. It reminds me of a Bible verse and song I sing to myself when I’m in pain, “He will raise you up, as if on eagles wings”. Some have called this the runners “high”, where endorphins, the bodies own painkillers kick in full force. Forget all the science, for me, It’s when I feel HIS pleasure!

I can’t speak for the other idiots that run with me over the terrain and distances that I attempt to traverse, but that in a nutshell that is “WHY” I do what I do. There are other small reasons too, like when I see someone confined to a wheelchair or struggling to walk down the street. I can still run and I’ll be damned if I won’t. I do it because I can. Like Sir Edmund Hillary on Everest when asked why he climbed her, he simply stated, “because she was there”.

So, lace ‘em up, or get on that bike and go find your limits and what you will find is that there are no limits. Only those in your mind. The brain, our central governor, it’s what keeps us from killing ourselves by placing “limits” on us. Fatigue, pain, and reasoning are all part of its’ arsenal. Ignore these, turn off the governor and explore your true self, you will be surprised at what you find on the other side. For years man believed the 4 minute mile impossible, then they broke it, now any miler worth a damn can shatter it. Nothing has changed, except “believing”.

To truly know who you are, you better go find out who you are not. The usefulness of a glass is not in the glass itself, but in the emptiness within. You will never know just how useful until you overflow that glass.

-Zen Mongoose Out!
(Enough writing – I’ve got a trail to go run mate)
-Smitty Smith-

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We are not racing the “Rouge Roubaix”, a now somewhat famous event which takes place every year in March, we are simply riding it. Though like any other Continental or Gentlemen’s ride we are inclined to ride it hard. However, we quickly learn that regardless of our collective inclinations, expectations and proclivities, Rouge Roubaix, the course, the physical route and sum total of its roads, inspires and demands a race. There is something about this course that commands pace. Some intrinsic characteristic that’s appropriate for this region of the South, it isn’t as much seen as felt.

Here, in the West Feliciana Parish of Louisiana, the mood is languid. Things are subdued. Magnolia, Beech, Sweet Gum and Sugar Maple crowd and press for light. Swamp flora hangs, swings and gathers, and when left unchecked, tangles and overgrows giving home to birds, snakes and other creatures unseen. Miles of rusted French-gothic black-iron fence line the more populated country lanes. The humidity, intense and omnipresent, seems to strangle the energy out of the world, inanimate and animate objects alike wait and slow. Yet this passage of dirt and country road somehow bucks the prevailing tenor with a wanting for speed.

Several hours into this 100-mile figure eight through an area of east-central Louisiana locally known as Tunica Hills, Mississippi colored rivulets of sweat flow down our legs. With jerseys splayed and stained with salt and soil, helmets strapped to the bars, droplets of condensation collecting on the inside of our empty water bottles, panting and weary and smiling from ear to grimy ear, we pause for a moment at the Pond Store on the border town of Pond, Mississippi. Another pre-historic southern market rich in antiquities like ancient Coca-Cola machines, regional sweets well past any expiration date, southern curios and oddities. There is a stuffed hind-parts artfully and creepily transformed into the human-like face of a mythical swap animal. It’s becoming more clear why we are racing.

It’s to do with the length and quality of each section of road and the way and manner in which they connect to each other. The way two distinctly different surfaces meet in the apex of corner. The way each climb is short and mean and antagonistic. The way the ride goes from flat and fast and paceline to broken and near impassible dirt devoid of any obvious line or path. How almost every road has been encroached from the sides and above by fertility and zealous nature, is riddled and spotted and occupied with dead snakes, branches and rocks. It’s that Rouge Roubaix is as much a “course” as it is a route. It’s that Rouge Roubaix’s dirt, gravel, chip seal, asphalt, rocks, mud and silt, beg and plead and dare for your best.

All ‘epics’, all favorite or special rides share something basic and intrinsic—a quality related to the route itself. Notable rides have a compelling cadence and sense about them and Rouge Roubaix is be all means a notable ride. From one section to the next Rouge Roubaix slaloms and chicanes through the deep verdant plantation south. Over bridges and rivers and into Solitude, Pinckneyville, Fort Adams, Lessley, Woodville Hollywood and Bains. Through dark woods and ravines, over big hills. Through filth and muck, Rouge Roubaix is a race and the best kind at that. It’s a race simply because here, on this course, it’s fun to ride as fast as you can.

(Note: if you want to race the annual race, find for more information at www.rougeroubaix.com)