The group was: Todd (the godfather), Peaches, Once a week Paul, Green Niner John, Michigan Matt, Best in Show (Matt), Leo (dozfuckinguys), Nick K, dude in the foreground I don't know, and myself. (hope I didn't miss anyone).
Through the judge, Todd cut up the trail with surgical precision. In my head I was saying to myself, "no brakes, no brakes..." I rarely ride the judge anymore, too much foot traffic, but tonight it appeared that with a early thunderstorm passing through the walkers were staying home, and Todd and company could fly through the twisty and undulating single track with a devil may care abandon.
We crossed into the middle run and white clay sections. As I stayed mentally focused on not wasting energy, and riding smart, I was telling myself, "I trust my no tread, fast rolling tires, I trust these fast rolling no treat tires..." A couple of two wheel drifts were enough to dissuade me from pushing the edge any more than needed.
when chasing these guys:
with these guys on your ass, I'll admit I was questioning my tire selection.
in the end I'm guessing it worked out.In this video you can see Michigan Matt giving the V all she can handle. If you listen carefully you can hear his Stan's blowing it's load.
About 2 hours into the ride, we crossed the three bridges we recently dedicated to Andrew. Todd, Peaches and I began to talk about Drew a bit. Peaches didn't know Andrew as Todd and I did. We talked about our memories of that time. After a few minutes of this, I asked if we could go back to the conversation of who the biggest asshole on the ride was. The boys happily obliged
On the way out of the park and up the church drive climb, I thought it would be a good idea to try and escape and climb away from Green Niner John. He was on his single speed. I could see in the shadows he was closing in on me, I'd look into the shadow, shift into a harder gear, pull away a bit, I'd look at the shadow again, he'd be gaining again, I'd shift into yet another harder gear hoping to escape. No such luck. At the top of the hill I barely held him off, maxing out for the night. Green Niner John looked at me, and with no distress, asked , "so you racing fairhill?" As I threw up in my mouth a little, and barely held off full cardiac arrest, I just smiled back at him, unable to respond.
He followed up, "when's the first cross race?" I blurted out all I could, "90 days, I obviously have a lot of work to do..."
All in all a great ride. It was really fun, and I was stoked, I appreciate the boys letting me hang out tonight.Great new race this weekend here. You should go. what else are you going to do? watch porn on a borrowed lap top?
that's just lame.
In my last post I referenced Amy trying to crush herself early in the first lap of the race. Here are some sweet shots of where she tried to impale herself.
and the blair witch version.
if that's how my 9 hour race started, I'd been drinking 45 minutes in. just sayin'
respect.
fatmarc
"just as he's about ready to cut it up she said, wait a minute honey, I'm gonna add it up..."
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Thanks for the props Marc. Some poor Masters rider was part of the cause of my little spill, he was afraid of the tiny rock drop off near the road... stopping very quickly, and me right behind him going around the sharp right-hand turn, lost balance and fell to the right onto the broken up log sitting there... I just tried to forget about it and kept riding.
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