|The start. If you think you can see me than you are wrong.|
Got to the venue without much time. Snagged a helmet from Tom Morgan (THANKS, and I need to look at getting me one of those Lazer helmets) and my registration info and I set out to get a warm up in. Time was short and I hit a section of singletrack. It passed a road, knowing the start was approaching I took this "short cut" back which wasn't a short cut. When I realized my mistake I thought surly the unplowed bike path would take me back to the start in a great feat of short cuttedness. Well, that was a worse idea as I showed up to the start 5 minutes after everyone started; a first in my 20+ odd years of racing.
|Coming through lap 1, handing out high 5's.|
So I set out to ride hard for 4 hours and see how well I could do; plans unchanged. Only now I would sprint, slow, say "when there is a chance could I pass", ride by, say "Thanks!", repeat. Well, that is unless I get behind Guse:) My BB7 brakes started locking up in the rear (needed lube I guess) at the same time my hose kept pulling out of the lever (hose was getting caught on the stem when turning the bars). A lap in and my right knee was bothering me with pain, not use to the short hard bursts I was putting it through. Eventually after 2 laps the pain was more than I wanted to deal with as Iditarod looms 2 weeks away, DNF.
I was a comedy of errors that day, probably should never had gotten out of bed. On a side note, GREAT RACE. Well done, and plenty of people having issues with the cold like I expected.