i was holding it down for the Hoff team in single speed class at my first XC race in a decade - 2 laps on the 10+ mile course of punchy uphills and grinding false flats mixed with flowing downhills. about 8 or 9 of us showed up in the SS category.
pro/expert men fired off first, about 4 mins ahead, then they turned us loose with the sport men and pro/expert women. it was a large field of 30 or so that was quickly strung out with the rolling uphill start. i hammered down out of the gates, partly because i was forced to due to the lack of shifting and partly because i didn't want to repeat the 'passing party' that kenny had to put up with at harbison last week. 2 minutes in found almost the whole SS class up front setting pace and sort of breaking away.
long story sorta-short - one SS'er checked out. i mean checked the fuck out. i chased and chased but never saw him again. i found myself in second with a few SS try to creep on a brotha, and still ahead of the whole sport class and pro/expert womerns - and never looked back. i kept it pinned (read: nose about to bleed, legs on fire, bile mouth, lungs trying to keep up) for an hour:36 and even caught some of the pro/expert class.
second place. i was stoked. but i tried like hell to win it. i don't think the XC scene is my thing though. i'll stick to the enduros; they're way more fun.
and a few photos -
woke up to snow this morning. come on, its may.
view from my warm up in the pine nuts - looking back across the valley to the stormy Sierra. i live in the snowy part. you should visit. we have pretty good riding.
today's forecast - rain? snow? who knows
no race photos as this was a solo mission. just shot warming up on my tiny bike.
hope Cashiers was fun. hate to miss that with the posse. hearts and farts - b