Cathedral pines
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Its a county park so you can ride there day of if you want, I do recall seeing other riders and scouts on the trails some years. However the course will be crowded with racers, folks will be really bunched up at the beginning of the race, after a few hours it should spread out more. Why not contact the Wicked boys and see if you can volunteer on the trails or do whatever is needed day of. I'm sure you'll be able to get onto trails to do a lap or two.
http://www.somethingwickedevents.com/p/contact-us.html
http://www.somethingwickedevents.com/p/contact-us.html
ekuhn
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Just saw this. Sorry. Something Wicked Events.
https://m.facebook.com/groups/somethingwickedevents/?view=group
https://m.facebook.com/groups/somethingwickedevents/?view=group
Results:
http://georesults.racemine.com/Mid-Atlantic-Timing/events/2016/Something-Wicked/results
I did seven laps and was six seconds faster than last year.
http://georesults.racemine.com/Mid-Atlantic-Timing/events/2016/Something-Wicked/results
I did seven laps and was six seconds faster than last year.
1speed
Incredibly profound yet fantastically flawed
This was my 6th (!!!) time doing the Six Hours of Cathedral Pines, every time in the SS Open class. I've had some success at this race int he past - I won my class in '14 and finished 2nd in '13. Last year I had a tougher day with some cramping right from the start but was able to rally for fourth place in a very competitive field (the top ten all did 8 laps last year.) This year's race had a few new wrinkles, the biggest of which was that my friend @joshhan was coming along and lining up for his first race ever. (I don't know too many people who would choose a six hour solo effort on a single speed as their first ever race, but that's what he wanted to do!)
As far as my race was concerned, I had two main concerns. One, I was running a new fork on the Niner this year, which may sound like no big deal, but I am really picky about how my bike feels. I have a bit of an odd setup (super low front end) and I tend to not like anything that changes my preferred ride "feel". My old fork was a pretty simple Manitou Tower with a manual lockout. It sounds a bit primitive for today's forks, but the nice thing about manual lockouts is they tend to actually lock the fork out completely, whereas the remote lockouts really never do. And I hate suspension feedback on climbs. It may actually not make much of a difference, but it feels like it does to me, and that drives me nuts. Knowing how the start at CP is a mad dash up a paved road in the prologue, I was concerned about how my new fork would feel going up the road. I worried about that more than anything for this race -- yup, the first few minutes of a six hour race were more of a concern to me than anything else. As anyone who has done this race knows, the start does matter - getting stuck in the back can really hang you up for a big time loss in the first single track sections. But I was probably really overthinking it anyway. Ultimately, I decided to set my fork pressure for a rider about 50 lbs. heavier than me to minimize the feedback. That seemed to work, but ultimately it was all for nothing as the start really didn't work out as I planned. But more on that in a moment.
The second thing I was concerned about was the weather. Earlier in the week, I saw that it was going to be very warm during the day, but I was worried about how cold it would be for the first lap. I didn't put too much time into this one, though, and made the call on race day to just protect my core for the first lap with a vest and then shed that when I hit my pit for the first time. That actually worked out exactly as I planned and I felt like I nailed the whole "dress for success" thing this year better than I ever have in the past. Feel like I got lucky there since I usually tend to err on the side of being warmer and wear a base layer under my jersey, but that would have killed me this year since it was in the 60's by mid-morning.
So, Friday afternoon, Josh and I arrived at the venue and did a quick lap to introduce him to the course and then checked into our hotel and hit a Tex Mex place for dinner. I had some maintenance to do on the Niner before the race the next morning, so after dinner we went back to our rooms and I did a few last minute adjustments.
Race day morning, we were up and out at the venue by 7:30. We checked in, got set up and rode around bit for a warm-up before the start. At the start, Josh wanted to stay out of the fray and lined up a bit further back. I wanted to be in it from the start, so I took it on myself to draw the line in the dirt this year and lined up right up front. (Last year, there was some shit with people pushing the starting line up and I didn't want to deal with that again, so since we were among the first to get to the start area, I just drew the line and let everyone assume it was official. It worked pretty well.)
But off the start, there were two riders from the same team on either side of me and for some reason, both of them headed right into one another as soon as we all jumped. I was pinned between them and lost a few seconds right away. So unlike last year, as I started up the pavement, I was way, way, way behind the leaders, and this may have actually paid off in the long run. I settled in to a hard push but I didn't overcook it since I was caught among a huge cadre of riders and there was really no way to get out of the box I was in. I could see that I was behind at least 75 other riders. I just accepted it and knew that I'd be sitting and waiting at the switchback into the first single track section. It wasn't as bad as I thought, though, and I actually never even had to put a foot down there. I did get hung up on the first climb when a rider in front of me spun out, but again it wasn't too bad. I was able to get moving again pretty quickly and just sealed in to the train of riders. In fact, we were moving okay if not terribly fast for most of the first lap. The only part that was a bit annoying was on the short rolling ups and downs near the former cowbell section, when for some odd reason it seemed a lot of people got hung up and put their feet down, causing a backup of riders. That was odd because there really is nothing there to stop you, so I;m not sure what was going on. Ultimately, in the super flow single track on the back end of the course, I was able to pull a few passes and started to feel a little bit of an opening up. I knew I had some work to do because of my weak start, so I tried to put in a little tempo every chance I got. I popped out of the woods and suffered the "Spooky forest" (which seemed even more twisty than usual this year) and then knew it was time to put in a hard lap for number two.
The second and third laps were actually the most frustrating of the day for me. First, I had a chance to glimpse one other single speeder, but it wasn't in a good way. He was coming out of the flow section with the one screaming downhill as I was just entering it. That meant he had at least a mile and a half advantage on me already, and that would be a crazy tough gap to close on this course. But other than him, I had no idea how many more were ahead of me. I just settled in and tried to keep moving. But that was where it was frustrating. In particular, there was one rider who was causing me a lot of stress. I don't know him, and I know it's just part of racing, but this one guy was really killing me for most of two laps. He was riding a FS geared rig and, to his credit, he was getting in front of me by putting down a hard pace in every single straightaway section. But then he'd proceed to brake check to an almost complete stop every time he'd hit a twisty area. It was so frustrating! I kept telling telling him "Good pace" when he would push it and then I'd offer to lead out in the twisty stuff, but he just ignored me. And he was unpredictable as hell on his line choices, so I really had very little opportunity to pass safely. Now, to be totally honest, it wasn't like we were not moving at all and I wasn't about to trash the guy because he was doing all he could, but I did feel like I was bleeding time every time we hit a section with twists and turns (which is like 80% of the course!) Eventually, we did find ourselves on the back of a group or riders that included Gary Werner, another single speeder. And sure enough, as we hit the twists, we started to fall off again. This time, though, I told this guy that he needed to stay on the rider in front or get out of the way because I was chasing that guy. And what did he do? He hammered through a twisty section and got us back in line. So now I'm thinking, "Why the hell isn't he doing this all the time?" That just pissed me off, and I finally decided it was time to get around him for good. I put in a risky (to myself) pass on the short climb near Shoogs' cowbell area, and took off hard to get away from him. I rode a hard tempo through the rest of ht slap and knew I was done with him for good when I saw him just exiting the woods toward the finish area as I was turning on to the dirt road after the spooky woods section.
So at that point, I had no idea where I was in the field - I had passed Gary, and the guy who was out front (Adin Maynard) was apparently gone for good. I had no idea where he was and thought my only hope of catching him was to just keep riding a tempo that felt slightly uncomfortable (any harder and I would worry that I'd blow up.) I did this through laps 4-6, and finished my sixth lap with a nasty pounding headache for my efforts. Throughout this whole time, I kept wondering if I would see Josh. He had said his hope for the day was to knock out 50 miles, and I knew he'd do that easily. But what I didn't know was when or even if I'd catch him. I finally saw him in the pits after finishing lap 6, and I asked him how it was going. He said he figured he had one more in him and he wanted to take a quick break. I grabbed some vitamin I to help with my headache and headed off after telling him I was amazed at how he was doing in his first race.
Lap 7 turned out to be probably my favorite of the day, and I owe it to a 12 year old kid. The ibuprofen seemed to work pretty well on my head and after gingerly handling the short water bar climb sections, I started to pick up pace and found myself on the back of a train of three other riders. The guy up front was setting the pace, there was a kid in second, a guy I figured was his dad in third and then me, and we were rolling through the twists. I mean no brakes, no slowing, just pure flow. We did this throughout the whole section up to the cowbell area and then the dad fell off a bit, so I jumped around him and got on the kid's wheel. And then the kid decides the guy in front isn't moving fast enough and jumps around him and I follow. And then this 12 year old kid throws the fuck down. I mean, he was flying through the pine sections and I just hung on. At one point, I just asked him how old he was and he said 12 and that he was racing with his brother. I told him that in a few years he was going to be a monster and thanked him for his pace. When we hit the tech descent followed by the short climb back up, I jumped around him and told him to let me lead for a while, but I think he decided it was time to back off a bit so he eased his pace. I don't know who that kid is, but it's pretty cool to see such a young guy just railing it like that. He was fearless and had a ton of skills! It was just pure fun to follow him.
At the end of lap 7, I realized that barring a complete meltdown, I probably had no chance of catching Adin, but I still had no idea if there was anyone else between us, so I wanted to keep the pace up in case I had a chance to run down anyone else. I had no idea where I was in the field, so my main goal became having a PR for eight laps on the day. And with another lap like number 7, I was able to pull it out, ultimately finishing lap 8 with 6:32 on the clock, about 8 minutes faster than I ever had before.
As it turned out, I was right to think I couldn't catch Adin. He never slowed down at all, and in fact probably built his lead throughout the day. I finished in second place so there was no one else between us, but I was almost 20 minutes behind him, so I really never had a shot at catching him. Kudos to him because that was a hell of a ride, and I really don't think I have the ability to match that kind of push at my best. So the podium overall ended up being more spread out than in recent years - I was second and third was behind me by another 16 minutes or so.
All in all, a pretty good day and another confirmation of why I always come back to this race - just a great bunch of folks putting on an event that really feels like we're all one big community. Huge thanks to sWe for putting this on every year!
(Oh - and I almost forgot the best part of the day! Josh had said he was only going to do one more lap after number 5. But when he came out of number six at 5:58, the crowd were all yelling for him to go back out, so he just put his head down and did it! So on his very first race ever, he threw down for seven laps and almost 70 miles! I think that was my favorite moment of the whole day when he told me about that. Just an awesome job!)
As far as my race was concerned, I had two main concerns. One, I was running a new fork on the Niner this year, which may sound like no big deal, but I am really picky about how my bike feels. I have a bit of an odd setup (super low front end) and I tend to not like anything that changes my preferred ride "feel". My old fork was a pretty simple Manitou Tower with a manual lockout. It sounds a bit primitive for today's forks, but the nice thing about manual lockouts is they tend to actually lock the fork out completely, whereas the remote lockouts really never do. And I hate suspension feedback on climbs. It may actually not make much of a difference, but it feels like it does to me, and that drives me nuts. Knowing how the start at CP is a mad dash up a paved road in the prologue, I was concerned about how my new fork would feel going up the road. I worried about that more than anything for this race -- yup, the first few minutes of a six hour race were more of a concern to me than anything else. As anyone who has done this race knows, the start does matter - getting stuck in the back can really hang you up for a big time loss in the first single track sections. But I was probably really overthinking it anyway. Ultimately, I decided to set my fork pressure for a rider about 50 lbs. heavier than me to minimize the feedback. That seemed to work, but ultimately it was all for nothing as the start really didn't work out as I planned. But more on that in a moment.
The second thing I was concerned about was the weather. Earlier in the week, I saw that it was going to be very warm during the day, but I was worried about how cold it would be for the first lap. I didn't put too much time into this one, though, and made the call on race day to just protect my core for the first lap with a vest and then shed that when I hit my pit for the first time. That actually worked out exactly as I planned and I felt like I nailed the whole "dress for success" thing this year better than I ever have in the past. Feel like I got lucky there since I usually tend to err on the side of being warmer and wear a base layer under my jersey, but that would have killed me this year since it was in the 60's by mid-morning.
So, Friday afternoon, Josh and I arrived at the venue and did a quick lap to introduce him to the course and then checked into our hotel and hit a Tex Mex place for dinner. I had some maintenance to do on the Niner before the race the next morning, so after dinner we went back to our rooms and I did a few last minute adjustments.
Race day morning, we were up and out at the venue by 7:30. We checked in, got set up and rode around bit for a warm-up before the start. At the start, Josh wanted to stay out of the fray and lined up a bit further back. I wanted to be in it from the start, so I took it on myself to draw the line in the dirt this year and lined up right up front. (Last year, there was some shit with people pushing the starting line up and I didn't want to deal with that again, so since we were among the first to get to the start area, I just drew the line and let everyone assume it was official. It worked pretty well.)
But off the start, there were two riders from the same team on either side of me and for some reason, both of them headed right into one another as soon as we all jumped. I was pinned between them and lost a few seconds right away. So unlike last year, as I started up the pavement, I was way, way, way behind the leaders, and this may have actually paid off in the long run. I settled in to a hard push but I didn't overcook it since I was caught among a huge cadre of riders and there was really no way to get out of the box I was in. I could see that I was behind at least 75 other riders. I just accepted it and knew that I'd be sitting and waiting at the switchback into the first single track section. It wasn't as bad as I thought, though, and I actually never even had to put a foot down there. I did get hung up on the first climb when a rider in front of me spun out, but again it wasn't too bad. I was able to get moving again pretty quickly and just sealed in to the train of riders. In fact, we were moving okay if not terribly fast for most of the first lap. The only part that was a bit annoying was on the short rolling ups and downs near the former cowbell section, when for some odd reason it seemed a lot of people got hung up and put their feet down, causing a backup of riders. That was odd because there really is nothing there to stop you, so I;m not sure what was going on. Ultimately, in the super flow single track on the back end of the course, I was able to pull a few passes and started to feel a little bit of an opening up. I knew I had some work to do because of my weak start, so I tried to put in a little tempo every chance I got. I popped out of the woods and suffered the "Spooky forest" (which seemed even more twisty than usual this year) and then knew it was time to put in a hard lap for number two.
The second and third laps were actually the most frustrating of the day for me. First, I had a chance to glimpse one other single speeder, but it wasn't in a good way. He was coming out of the flow section with the one screaming downhill as I was just entering it. That meant he had at least a mile and a half advantage on me already, and that would be a crazy tough gap to close on this course. But other than him, I had no idea how many more were ahead of me. I just settled in and tried to keep moving. But that was where it was frustrating. In particular, there was one rider who was causing me a lot of stress. I don't know him, and I know it's just part of racing, but this one guy was really killing me for most of two laps. He was riding a FS geared rig and, to his credit, he was getting in front of me by putting down a hard pace in every single straightaway section. But then he'd proceed to brake check to an almost complete stop every time he'd hit a twisty area. It was so frustrating! I kept telling telling him "Good pace" when he would push it and then I'd offer to lead out in the twisty stuff, but he just ignored me. And he was unpredictable as hell on his line choices, so I really had very little opportunity to pass safely. Now, to be totally honest, it wasn't like we were not moving at all and I wasn't about to trash the guy because he was doing all he could, but I did feel like I was bleeding time every time we hit a section with twists and turns (which is like 80% of the course!) Eventually, we did find ourselves on the back of a group or riders that included Gary Werner, another single speeder. And sure enough, as we hit the twists, we started to fall off again. This time, though, I told this guy that he needed to stay on the rider in front or get out of the way because I was chasing that guy. And what did he do? He hammered through a twisty section and got us back in line. So now I'm thinking, "Why the hell isn't he doing this all the time?" That just pissed me off, and I finally decided it was time to get around him for good. I put in a risky (to myself) pass on the short climb near Shoogs' cowbell area, and took off hard to get away from him. I rode a hard tempo through the rest of ht slap and knew I was done with him for good when I saw him just exiting the woods toward the finish area as I was turning on to the dirt road after the spooky woods section.
So at that point, I had no idea where I was in the field - I had passed Gary, and the guy who was out front (Adin Maynard) was apparently gone for good. I had no idea where he was and thought my only hope of catching him was to just keep riding a tempo that felt slightly uncomfortable (any harder and I would worry that I'd blow up.) I did this through laps 4-6, and finished my sixth lap with a nasty pounding headache for my efforts. Throughout this whole time, I kept wondering if I would see Josh. He had said his hope for the day was to knock out 50 miles, and I knew he'd do that easily. But what I didn't know was when or even if I'd catch him. I finally saw him in the pits after finishing lap 6, and I asked him how it was going. He said he figured he had one more in him and he wanted to take a quick break. I grabbed some vitamin I to help with my headache and headed off after telling him I was amazed at how he was doing in his first race.
Lap 7 turned out to be probably my favorite of the day, and I owe it to a 12 year old kid. The ibuprofen seemed to work pretty well on my head and after gingerly handling the short water bar climb sections, I started to pick up pace and found myself on the back of a train of three other riders. The guy up front was setting the pace, there was a kid in second, a guy I figured was his dad in third and then me, and we were rolling through the twists. I mean no brakes, no slowing, just pure flow. We did this throughout the whole section up to the cowbell area and then the dad fell off a bit, so I jumped around him and got on the kid's wheel. And then the kid decides the guy in front isn't moving fast enough and jumps around him and I follow. And then this 12 year old kid throws the fuck down. I mean, he was flying through the pine sections and I just hung on. At one point, I just asked him how old he was and he said 12 and that he was racing with his brother. I told him that in a few years he was going to be a monster and thanked him for his pace. When we hit the tech descent followed by the short climb back up, I jumped around him and told him to let me lead for a while, but I think he decided it was time to back off a bit so he eased his pace. I don't know who that kid is, but it's pretty cool to see such a young guy just railing it like that. He was fearless and had a ton of skills! It was just pure fun to follow him.
At the end of lap 7, I realized that barring a complete meltdown, I probably had no chance of catching Adin, but I still had no idea if there was anyone else between us, so I wanted to keep the pace up in case I had a chance to run down anyone else. I had no idea where I was in the field, so my main goal became having a PR for eight laps on the day. And with another lap like number 7, I was able to pull it out, ultimately finishing lap 8 with 6:32 on the clock, about 8 minutes faster than I ever had before.
As it turned out, I was right to think I couldn't catch Adin. He never slowed down at all, and in fact probably built his lead throughout the day. I finished in second place so there was no one else between us, but I was almost 20 minutes behind him, so I really never had a shot at catching him. Kudos to him because that was a hell of a ride, and I really don't think I have the ability to match that kind of push at my best. So the podium overall ended up being more spread out than in recent years - I was second and third was behind me by another 16 minutes or so.
All in all, a pretty good day and another confirmation of why I always come back to this race - just a great bunch of folks putting on an event that really feels like we're all one big community. Huge thanks to sWe for putting this on every year!
(Oh - and I almost forgot the best part of the day! Josh had said he was only going to do one more lap after number 5. But when he came out of number six at 5:58, the crowd were all yelling for him to go back out, so he just put his head down and did it! So on his very first race ever, he threw down for seven laps and almost 70 miles! I think that was my favorite moment of the whole day when he told me about that. Just an awesome job!)
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Juggernaut
Master of the Metaphor
I'm assuming that was Josh I saw with the long hair in a "1Speed" kit... that caused me to do a double take as he passed me. He looked like he was having fun. 🙂. Nice job out there!
qclabrat
Well-Known Member
Sevenz
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The kid shredding was either Austin or Carson Beard...Great Kids...Met them at Nationals a few years back...My son is 9 and he looks up to both....They are out of VT and I believe it was their Mom who took 3rd in Woman Pro/Open...
http://dirtwire.tv/2015/07/gnar-wea...austin-and-carson-beard-unphased-by-the-gnar/
http://dirtwire.tv/2015/07/gnar-wea...austin-and-carson-beard-unphased-by-the-gnar/
ekuhn
Well-Known Member
This was my second year - last year was a team event with @jnos and this year I was solo. Totally different game obviously. My goal was 4 laps - one more than last year and now there was no gap between the laps. I cramped up on laps 3/4 but I pushed through. 4 laps in 4:33.
Road with @JimN for a while - with the loudest rear hub ever. Thanks to @Mitch for cheering everyone on. Special thanks to @BiknBen for the support.
Next year the goal is the whole 6hrs.
How those pros bang out 9 laps at 45min each is beyond me.
Road with @JimN for a while - with the loudest rear hub ever. Thanks to @Mitch for cheering everyone on. Special thanks to @BiknBen for the support.
Next year the goal is the whole 6hrs.
How those pros bang out 9 laps at 45min each is beyond me.
Always a good time and always happy to see others gaving fun. nice work!
1speed
Incredibly profound yet fantastically flawed
Yeah, that's him (not sure which one I rode with, but it doesn't sound from the interview like it would matter.) It's really, really cool to see kids that strong at such a young age.
Juggernaut
Master of the Metaphor
First off, a big thank you to the Cadre crew for another great event. This was my second year in attendance and both times the weather gods smiled down on us. 🙂
The alarm goes off at 4:30am and the ritual second guessing begins in earnest. Seriously, how friggen hard is it to choose what to wear for a day on the bike? It's not like I'm trying to split the atom here.... Whatever.😳
I've got the supplies and bike stuffed into the Civic (I miss my F150 🙁 ) and hit the road at 5:30 on the dot.
If anyone here works for the NY Dot, close your ears for a moment..... WTF?!?!?! Lower level of the Verrazano, closed! Traffic leading to the bridge... standstill. 30 min to do the 3 miles to the bridge and another 10 to get across. I'm one of those, "if you're not there 15 min early you're late" kind of people, so you know I'm dying. Now the GPS says I'll arrive at 8am, ok, it'll be ok. Two fender benders and some level of construction on every singe causeway...now gps says 8:15 ETA, and I just got to the southern state!!!! what-dafaq?!?!? 😡
I pulled in at 8:18, parked, picked up my number and out of necessity "set up shop" during the racer meeting.
I turned on the Garmin as I hear the riders being sent down to the starting line. Starting HR is 122?... oh boy, in my current condition, I really need to learn that whole "inner peace" thing.
We get the countdown and we're off! Well, sort of.... entanglement snafu at the pointy end lead to humerus exchanges in caboose-vile. 😀
Knowing full well that unless you're at the front of the race, you're just gonna queue up at the entrance to the single track, so I just mosey up the road and around the parade lap area I run into @JimN. Great job out there Jim, but dat da noisiest bb I've ever heard. 🙄
Anywhoooo, the course is great but devious. They kick you in the nutz in the beginning of the lap but the end the lap so fun fast and flowy that you forget all about how much you hate the first part... maybe it's just me.🙂
I roll up on on a small group and start BS'n that's the real charm of this thing, it attracts a great mix of folks. Stories were told. Laughs were shared and chops were busted. Tension....Gone.
Finished the lap and into the "Spooky Forest" no log over this year 🙁 but somehow they made it even twisty-er? This thing must drive "Type-A" racers nutz. Me? I like the forest. The out-n-back across the grass I could do w/out... that thing zaps the life right out of my legs...every time.😵
It was during the pit row parade lap that a friendly exchange with the man himself lead to a cylinder of magic elixir being produced.
Thanks!
The remainder of the day was filled with riding, laughing, exchanging one liners with the volunteers from CLIMB (thx BTW) and a mid-lap libation when the posse rolled thru. You guys rock!
Till next year.....
The alarm goes off at 4:30am and the ritual second guessing begins in earnest. Seriously, how friggen hard is it to choose what to wear for a day on the bike? It's not like I'm trying to split the atom here.... Whatever.😳
I've got the supplies and bike stuffed into the Civic (I miss my F150 🙁 ) and hit the road at 5:30 on the dot.
If anyone here works for the NY Dot, close your ears for a moment..... WTF?!?!?! Lower level of the Verrazano, closed! Traffic leading to the bridge... standstill. 30 min to do the 3 miles to the bridge and another 10 to get across. I'm one of those, "if you're not there 15 min early you're late" kind of people, so you know I'm dying. Now the GPS says I'll arrive at 8am, ok, it'll be ok. Two fender benders and some level of construction on every singe causeway...now gps says 8:15 ETA, and I just got to the southern state!!!! what-dafaq?!?!? 😡
I pulled in at 8:18, parked, picked up my number and out of necessity "set up shop" during the racer meeting.
I turned on the Garmin as I hear the riders being sent down to the starting line. Starting HR is 122?... oh boy, in my current condition, I really need to learn that whole "inner peace" thing.
We get the countdown and we're off! Well, sort of.... entanglement snafu at the pointy end lead to humerus exchanges in caboose-vile. 😀
Knowing full well that unless you're at the front of the race, you're just gonna queue up at the entrance to the single track, so I just mosey up the road and around the parade lap area I run into @JimN. Great job out there Jim, but dat da noisiest bb I've ever heard. 🙄
Anywhoooo, the course is great but devious. They kick you in the nutz in the beginning of the lap but the end the lap so fun fast and flowy that you forget all about how much you hate the first part... maybe it's just me.🙂
I roll up on on a small group and start BS'n that's the real charm of this thing, it attracts a great mix of folks. Stories were told. Laughs were shared and chops were busted. Tension....Gone.
Finished the lap and into the "Spooky Forest" no log over this year 🙁 but somehow they made it even twisty-er? This thing must drive "Type-A" racers nutz. Me? I like the forest. The out-n-back across the grass I could do w/out... that thing zaps the life right out of my legs...every time.😵
It was during the pit row parade lap that a friendly exchange with the man himself lead to a cylinder of magic elixir being produced.
Thanks!
The remainder of the day was filled with riding, laughing, exchanging one liners with the volunteers from CLIMB (thx BTW) and a mid-lap libation when the posse rolled thru. You guys rock!
Till next year.....
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What?
What?
Nice job out there guys! On the last lap I was just grinding it out with this dude (Joe?), and he kept trying to talk to me, so I'd have to pedal even though I wanted to just coast.