The 2012 Kit

The 2012 Kit

Monday, January 10, 2011

Santa Barbara

I got here on precisely the same day I did last year, Jan. 5th. Driving from Tucson until 2AM, Scott and I stayed a night in a Pasadena Holiday Inn Express, and finished the drive the next morning. Before he drove north to Morgan Hill to meet with Specialized to review their 2011 Demo Fleet plans, I gave Scott a tour of Santa Barbara (he'd never been here before). I felt it was my responsibility to show him what he was missing...
Above is a view from Gibraltar, a climb right behind Santa Barbara's coastline. Below, is one of my favorite homes in SB that I was able to find online - oh! and it's for sale. Only $9,300,000.

This French Villa has 4BR and 6 full BA, a 3 car garage on the south corner, a pool, courtyard, etc, etc... It also happens to have an unbelievable view.

Moving on, you might like to see a few bicycling-related things. Please pay a visit to There, you can see me like this:

There are five problems with this photo. Because you are loyal followers, I will hit you with the knowledge. 1) Je m'appelle William Dugan. 2) I am wearing Olaf Kerkhof's Shimano shoes. 3) I am holding a bike that looks like Aldo's. 4) I wasn't supposed to wear a cycling cap, but I wanted my hair out of the photo, so I just...did. 5) It was taken at 37F and I'm shivering uncontrollably.

On the website, you will also find that I am 22 years old. Maybe I shouldn't let it be known, but I'll be 24 in just a few days. 22 was a nice buffer from 25, but I'm creeping up on it slowly. Maybe I should buy a motorcycle soon and rip across America, while I'm still a young, carefree adventurous free spirit. Freebird.

To keep you informed, there is a problem with this blog's Html and I'm not savvy enough to know the solution. Maybe someone could volunteer and I'll grant you access to this beast to help me out.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Previous post has un-editable flaws.

Just be wily and read through them. Enjoy.


Que veut dire speed, en francais? Vitesse.

In english, that way "how do you say speed, in french?"

Well, you'd start with: achocolate lab that will moisten you from head to toe, fold up your rugs with skid-stops and make you just a little nauseous because her mouth stinks of the crayfish she wolfed down at the Beverl
y, MA waterfront earlier that day.

Vitesse is a lot more than that, though. She represents an epoch for Tim and Lyne.


Soon, he'll be heading to Europe with James and Jeremy for some good old European racing - 2 World Cup weekends and finally, the World Championships.

People forget about life at home, and what that ca
n do to lives on the road. We gossip about what people are doing, about their achievements, or what whistled at the bartender at 3AM, or what @Johnswah posted 9hrs ago about Vitesse. Our Johnson - Bessette household mascot is ill with lymphoma, what could be Vitesse's final call. With this news, it brings attention to the cheer that Vitesse has brought to many at races Nationwide. Her insatiable desire to cover you with kisses will be missed, yes! But, she ain't dead! The diagnosis isn't good, but this post is about more than grieving. Remember what Vitesse brought to us all and especially Tim and Lyne.

Remember that our lives are full of complications. The world is not concentric around our own thoughts and actions! The sun does not orbit the earth! We are all individuals caught in, often times, an overbearing cyclone of events that leave us feeling out of control. Yes, this news is tragic and devastating, but let's celebrate the gifts of life, the gifts that Vitesse has given to us. Don't let us get sucked into a depression, but engage in positive mentality that gives us all strength. Let's celebrate that you made it to work today without getting killed. I'm grateful to have overcome so much to be left with the chance to race at an international level this year. Tim is going to World Championships, and he could realistically make the podium! Lyne's all over the map herself!

Getting a flat tire on the way to a job interview is never ideal, but it always seems like it goes that way, doesn't it? Failure happens more than success, but we have goals for a reason. It's important not to forget those even when seemingly in the face of calamity.

Everyone leads his own life and bears his own personal weights. We don't publicize everything in our private lives - please. But, let Vitesse be, once again, a representation, but this time, for what people can achieve with the background drama of their lives that we don't hear about. She will be our consideration, our awe, our understanding and then our wisdom. Celebrate the fruits of your earnings and those of your friends through everything they've faced. Be thankful for the charity of those around you. And thanks to Vitesse for reminding us of these fundamental routes to better helping us understand our lives.

And so we look forward. Good luck in Europe, dudes:

Saturday, January 1, 2011

A Hard Day in the Saddle

And I'm only saying that because my saddle made my fanny hurt like the wooden spoon did years ago (in actuality, I was never spanked).

I have to spit this out quickly so that those who chainsmoke and bite their fingernails until the next post comes out can live until January 2. In all honesty, it was one of the days I'll remember for the rest of my...shall I say...days?

I went out today in search of a loop around Mt. Lemmon. Oh, I found it alright. The online map told me there might not be a water/food stop for 45 miles - okay, I can deal with that. I rode the first 45 minutes and filled up at a Circle K gas station in preparation for this potential 2.5hr drought depending on the climbing. And speaking of climbing, I should've made sure to check the elevation profile of this ride because there were about 3,000ft to cover up, then down and then some more before this next stop. Did I mention the riding surface? I was just on the phone with Joe. You know Joe. He's Joe. My words went something like this (earmuffs for the younglings), "Dude, it was so fucking epic. I was basically Mtn biking for 50 miles. I couldn't understand how it kept going...I started up the paved road and passed Phil Zajicek and his wife and coach or something and they looked at me all weird for some reason. 'Happy New Year,' I huffed, and went on... I found out what the heck that look was for! I was riding faster than the pickups and SUV's (some were towing ATV's and had lots of guns in them) up this rutty, washed out rocky climb. I went over ice and snow and mud and everything you can imagine. And I was using my brand new Colnago M10 that the team has just given me. I christened it, you could say. I got it nice and dirty and had a great day of training on it. But I stopped at the 9th mile marker and asked some folks with a timid looking dog how much further the road was dirt. Pause. "It goes on forever." "Oh, I continued, maybe 10 miles or so?" "Probably, maybe more. It's pretty nasty up that way." PSH! What do people know!? NOTHING! MUAHHAHAHAHA. I pressed on and saw a hunter with a healthy looking compound bow at mile 14. "Hey man..." I asked the same question. "It's been years since I went that way around the Mtn, but I'd say you might be about half way. I'm not sure, though." Ok, well 15 more miles, I guess I could handle that. No. It was closer to 35 more miles. I climbed and descended and went slower down than up because of ice and all sorts of insanity and bumps and berms and such and at MILE 52 - NO JOKE - 52!!! I hit a paved road. My ass, excuse me. But, my ASS was so sore and brutalized from the washboards for the 15 flat miles I had been riding (gosh I was hoping the flats would be my saving grace, here, but God isn't so forgiving), that I was practically praying for the end. I hadn't seen anyone for miles at this point. I couldn't understand where everyone was, and why there was a road that led me to hell in Arizona - isn't that supposed to be in Texas, somewhere? I finally found a bike parked on the side of the road and a small Mexican doing gosh knows what off the shoulder next to a cactus. Hi Amigo, he said. He wasn't Mexican. "Hi, do you know where San Manuel is (the town that was supposed to be 4 miles earlier)?" "Just keep going another 3 miles." I rode 5 miles and hit my gas station. Salt 'N Peppa!!! Wahoo. I was so freaking psyched that I let my penny-pinching self grab a tall boy of Coca Cola and 2 candy bars (Snickers and Payday). Finally, I got a second flat (oh yes, I flatted earlier, of course) at the top of another lengthy climb at mile 75 according to my map. 7,000ft of total elevation gain in 75 mi wasn't bad. I hitchiked.

I did! Yes, it was going to be dark in 1.5 hrs so I just had to. I had nothing else. F it. A small family in a small Honda SUV stopped and helped me look for a bike shop on their smartphones (oh yeah, I'm going to get one of those someday, I promise). We called and none of the numbers worked for some transcending reason. Well, they wanted to drive me to my house. A husband, wife and Kiri, the little sleepy one in the back. So I guess I let them. They wouldn't have it any other way - save their souls - no gas money or anything. They were triathletes and wanted to get into the Karma of the whole ordeal, which I decided not to quibble about. We exchanged stories and experiences. I got home, and they continued to Phoenix. They will look for me on this thing. Thank you so much for the ride. Tomorrow's another day!

Good Morning 2011

I haven't yet spoken today. I haven't had to. My buttermilk pancakes, bacon, fruit and nuts were all words enough this morning.

It's 29F in Tucson, AZ and these are the final days of my preseason operation, part 1. My final preparation for this fine 2011 cyclocosm will be in familiar Santa Barbara territory; a climatic paradise I discovered 1 year and 3 days ago with the help of close friends Tim and Lyne as well as teammates Ken Hanson and Shawn Milne. You might say: Santa Barbara is one of the most expensive locations you could choose. Why? As I mentioned, it's beautiful here, but my theory is to use last year's preseason location to mature as a rider by training by comparison in a healthy atmosphere and on familiar roads.

My off season was a refreshing experience. For many, I disappeared for over a month. I was enjoying a period of relaxation from the bike that I have never really had. Cyclocross has always had a place on each of my race calendars, but as 2011 beckoned a larger volume and focused mindset, I had to make efforts to be properly prepared.

I was stationed in Burlington and finished working part time in UVM's Psychology Department as a Lab Technician, available to help graduate students that were working under one of my former Professors. On October 12th, I broke my right arm. I was in a car that crashed into another car. I was in the death seat and broadsided in the middle of a left-hander. The car spun almost 360 degrees until it halted. Awaiting a second hit by any of the other cars in the intersection, I braced myself: it never came. Crawling out the driver's side door. I held my right arm close, just a little shocked. Some ulnar nerve damage and a distal radius fracture. Really, it wasn't so bad considering what could have happened. The only gripe I had was with the Doctors who swore nothing was wrong until 2 weeks after the accident! Then I fit comfortably into a cast, then splint, etc... I'm now almost fully recovered and well into my 2011 season's training plan.

Those updates should bring you right here to my studio cottage in Tucson. I got here on Dec. 1, went to training camp from Dec. 15-22 and met my awesomely international teammates (Anglophones are outnumbered by those fluent in Italian by a large number, so Rosetta Stone, take my money), and will be departing the area for California on the 4th of January. I do hope that the weather shapes up for my arrival. As I understand it, it's been a little rough on that coastline.

Please follow me through the season. I'm preparing for my first race in South Africa from February 19-26. The photo above is of our new, handsome kits this season (I hope you feel the same way). To a successful and safe season had by all!

Also, Happy Birthday, Dad.