You know what's pretty awesome? Spending the weekend away with family, visiting, camping, riding and racing, getting home at 5:30 pm on Sunday, taking a quick shower and then going into the office until 11pm. Yeah, fucking awesome. At least the first part...
Wait, I forgot, I don't bitch on this blog. :)
Anywho, this weekend was the Big Ring Rumpus. A true test of one's fitness. With absolutely no singletrack and speeds hovering in the high teens, there is no hiding. If your fitness sucks, you suck. It's not exactly the most fun race out there but with the fitness test and the $2k in prize money (holy crap) available it's a good one to see where you stand.
It was also an opportunity for Marcy to toe the waters again in the novice class. With our start times spread out per land owner's request it meant that we could both race and not freak out about who was watching the spud. Marcy was just a touch nervous (like a hammer touches a nail) for the race but settled in nicely coming into the end of lap one with a small leaders group. Unfortunately, there is a chicane section right before the start/finish line and the women in front of her layed it down and knocked Marcy off her bike and that was enough to form a gap between them and the first two riders.
Just after the mishap, that's public enemy #1 in the
orange and yellow picking her bike up.
exiting the chicanes
Mercifully, in lap three or four, the second group caught us and it was go time. I had finally recovered/warmed up and was ready to rumble. It was a fairly motivated group (with 2 or 3 guys willing to work) so I hoped that we'd be able to gain time on the leaders.
Holy crap, I'm out of time. Part 2 tomorrow.