Another week, another race. This time Kirt drove us to Delaware to do Ramsey's Revenge, Me and Dan Larino...not the football player who sold Isotoner gloves. Dan kicked ass, he got 3rd in 40 Elite Class, 40 Elites are not quite as fast as Pro but definitely faster then Cat 1s. Dan can probably get an endorsement deal to sell gloves when he quits cycling.
When you think of Delaware you think of pancake flat trails but there was some rolling elevation mixed in with flat sections, it is literally just across from Granogue, I could see that tower from the cross race in the distance. With 350+ people signed up for the race the place was hopping, it was nice to see all the team tents set up and 5 porta johns, the 5 porta johns really added to the vibe.
A lot of people finish a race and say that is the hardest thing I've ever done, I'm gonna be one of those people and say that this is one of the hardest races I've ever done. Right up there with the Bearscat and Crit races, when I used to be a roadie. So after 80+ mtb races why am I putting this up there as one of the toughest? It was really difficult for me because it was more like a road/cyclocross race, non stop pedalling, straight up power course. A lot of sections where wide open, no tech, nothing too steep(except for one climb at the end) that you had to just drill with constant power. I need more tight technical single track to give my legs a break, there was some sections with rocks but this course favored a cx style racer with endless power, which is the opposite of Bear Creek last week, that course was a mtbers dream.
I did have fun in the rocky section. When I rolled into this on my first lap it was mayhem, riders and bikes all over the place, hecklers, guys offering donuts. When I saw this shit show it really fired me up, there was no defined line and chances are the good line had a guy laying across it with his bike on top of him. The section was not really that difficult but this was a roadie course in Delaware. As I made my way through, a song from my college days popped into my head, one of my buddies was a metal head and played guitar, he would play this on 11 daily, well anyway it kinda summed up how I felt when I came to the shit show... Son a bitch, kiss my ass. Whenever I hear this I think of Ragdoll(college buddy who looked like a ragdoll)
Despite not being a big power guy, I was doing ok sitting in 2nd place as we entered the last lap. I lost the lead near the end of the 1st lap when I pedaled up the steep climb using everything I had and the guy in 2nd, Pat, ran around me and jumped back on his bike. I was so gassed after that climb that I could not catch him. The guy in 3rd, Glenn, was a big power guy, he led us out at the start of the race, it felt like a crit, I was just holding onto his wheel using all I had, with the amount of power he had it would be dangerous to not mark him up. Finally we reached the single track and big power guy was also big brake guy in the twisty tech. After about 5 minutes I made a move around Glenn because I can, Pat followed me. Pat was a local and stayed on my wheel, calling out turns and such up ahead and gave me a compliment for crushing the mayhem section, which made me feel good. This companionship lasted until that last climb, then he got around me.
So the last lap I continue to stay on the gas for fear that Glenn power could catch me on the flat, rolling sections, which there were a lot of. This course has distinct sections that give you as sense of where you are and how much more you have to go. Finally we reach the last steep climb of the race, that indicates to me that I am close to the finish. As I pedal up I feel my quadriceps begin to cramp, first the muscle right above the knee. I jump off the bike and fumble up the hill, losing time and places to the 40+ age group guys I was riding with. I keep looking back for fear that Glenn is going to catch me, thankfully I crest the hill and don't see Glenn behind me. There is a downhill which I spin to try to get my legs back then another short climb before the last downhill to the finish. At the start of the last little climb my quads on the sides of my legs say FU, this really hurt. I jumped off my bike and began to zombie walk up this last climb, it was debilitating, I wanted to move but my legs didn't . Ok, I made it to the top and jumped on my bike for the last downhill to the finish. As I threw my leg over the bike Glenn zipped by me and threw down the hammer...FUCK. From a dead stop I tried to catch him, but on a SS, going downhill with 400 yards to the finish I already knew the outcome when he came around me.
Well at least I got 3rd in Cat 1 SS.