seems i wasn't alone in my attempt to ride in a metric century MTB race over the weekend. tip of the hat to ole kenny. i didn't have the esteemed pre-race company of Spanky and KB, Joshica and other supporting cast like our very own Kenneth but i did have some beers in the company of a few newly met characters: Carlos, editor/publisher of the BikeMonkey 'zine and promoter of events, Jason Silverek, local norcal photographer and owner of one of the sweetest SS's ever (a custom Retrotec/SyCip/Soulcraft he was given in thanks for shooting the Top Tube Calendar), and a few other select individuals camping out around Lake Sonoma. also like kenny, i had NO bojangles biscuits for breakfast.
we all knew saturday (race day) was going to be hot. i had no idea that i'd be contemplating at what point the body might combust or my face might melt off. the highs were predicted near 100 degrees and they topped it. at one point on the race course i found myself standing near a cooler with chunks of ice in my hands. just standing there holding ice cubes. but there i go getting ahead of myself . . .
12:45pm — With the return of the first riders which included Barry Wicks, Glenn Fant, Brian Astell, Shane Bresnyan and other fast riders we received word of the quickly aproaching shortage of fluids on the course. In spite of 7 aid stations with gallons upon gallons of water we were running low after just one lap. The high hadn’t been reached yet, and going back out spelled doom for everyone.
"other fast riders." really? wow, somehow i managed to get tangled up not too far off the race leaders in a group of 'fast riders'. not how i'd planned the day but i'll fucking take it!
1:00pm — The race was called. A handful of riders were turned back from station 4 due to the order. Nobody seemed to terribly burnt, unless it was by the sun.