There was a 1 mile roll out before we dropped right in to the single track. The leader had a nice pace going, one I could easily hang with. A mile or so in, the rider in front of me was getting dropped. He let me and my friend Joe pass, and from there we formed a group of 5 and left the rest of the riders behind rather quickly. Riders 1 and 2 were local and they knew the course and the single track. Rider 3 was a fast rider that I have raced with before and know from the Naples Velo road rides. I was 4th and Joe was 5th. Poor Joe had to follow my sketchy lines through the single track. I actually heard him go down behind me at one point. I thought for sure I had accidentally brake checked him but it turned out to not be my fault, phew. I slowed down to see if he was OK, then yelled at him to hurry up and get up! We had a pain train to catch! The five of us worked great together. I did give the boys a little crap when they happily let me pull for a while on a two track.
Somehow the perfect mountain bike race never stays perfect, does it?? In the second set of single track I crashed. Nothing crazy, but Honey Bee was making a weird noise after that. It took me a while to figure out what was going on. I looked down and saw the skewer on my front wheel was coming out! Ugh, crap, $*%! I had forgotten to tighten it down after transporting my bike inside my car with the front tire off. Stupid E, stupid stupid stupid. I had to completely stop and get it all fixed up. Major bummer, now I have no one to draft off and no one to follow through unfamiliar single track. Shortly after this the trail signs point to a river....like IN the river. It took me a minute to realize we had to cross the river. Not enjoyable with a 40 degree temp.
At this point the race is about halfway. So much for my "easy pace" with a group. However, even with my stop I was still in 5th place. No one had caught up. I'm thinking in my head that I'm really going to have to drop the hammer to catch 4 fast guys working together while I blow myself up in the wind by myself. I did drop the hammer but it was funny because the ground was so uneven and bumpy...11 miles an hour was balls out. This part of the race was a two track along power lines. It was painfully boring and just mile after mile of grinding along by myself. I got excited multiple times because I would see people but it turned out they were racers doing the 20 mile race. I asked a few of them if they had seen "four fast guys". They said "yes, but they were long gone." I tried to not get defeated but I was pretty tired at this point. Just as was starting to feel completely blown up my friend Kris came FLYING up behind me. "Hop on Erica"...and I did. I think he must have drank jet fuel or something. He was flying! Amazingly enough we caught Joe (he unfortunately had a tire that kept going flat, boo) But then we caught and passed "Rider 2" he had fallen off the two lead guys. I lost Kris, he didn't share any of his jet fuel, and I just couldn't hang after my solo grind. I pedaled to near death to make sure I didn't lose my 4th place finish! Photo below of the top 4 finishers.
Joe went through 4 air cartridges to keep his tire inflated and still finished right behind us in 6th
Quiet Waters Jan 29 is up next!
No comments:
Post a Comment