1st cross weekend is in the books and I finally have something to write about. Check
Sager's flickr for some cool pics, I got a few weak ones. and may get them up in the coming days.
FRIDAY:
Flew to Seattle after work, the air was crystal clear and with a window seat I had some
amazing views. Arrived 20 minutes Early! Jon and Ali drove up with my bike and picked me up at the airport. I got in a couple hours before them so rather than hang out I went for a hour and half walk dragging my roller bag down the street, I guess if you can't ride, walk.
SATURDAY:
Racing at 8pm can be a little frustrating for someone that is use to filling every minute of the day. After a good nights sleep cuddled up to Ali and some Life cereal I headed out on a little morning ride. About 20 minutes in I straighten a crooked
seatpost and snapped the seat clamp, leave it to mister mm! I made is back but my triceps were killing me from standing up all the way. I tracked down a bike shop in Tacoma and managed to shim the
seatpost with a beer can so I could ride. I finally found a clamp but it took a tour of most of the shops in the greater Tacoma area and nearly another 1.5hrs of riding.
Jon raced at 5pm and we arrived at the course with plenty of time to check out the course. The Masters race was huge and Jon put in a great race dicing for 4
th.
Feldman crushed it. The course was really fast and flat with bumpy grass and a few tight turns. It was dry but word on the street was about 30 min in to the elite race the dew would rise and things would get slick. Like clock work guys started going down and the racing got good. The field was big and Sager and I started in the 50's. I mostly stayed out of trouble and moved up over the next 2 laps into the 3rd chase group with the Danish dude, Rudy bear, Shep, Stevenson, and a couple others. Coming into the last few turns I got tangled with the Dane and missed out on the sprint for 5
th but we caught some of the 2
nd chase and I recovered to take 9
th. Shortly after the finish sprint I vomited off the side of the bike, I guess the full sprint from way to far out had an affect on my gut but I was not going to drop a top 10 in the last 1/2 lap. What a cool race. The crowd was amazing and the
unlighted sections of the course added a whole new element to "riding by feel" that I quite enjoyed. Sager and Ali rode strong but had some bad luck
tangling with other riders and the ground, although I bet if you ask, they had a good time. Ali even had the timers on his side placing him in 13
th, only if he would have known to pick up his race winnings.
Back to the hotel and in bed by 12
SUNDAY:
The fort race is one of my favorites but with my little stubby appendages I don't know why. The 80 meter sand run up is unlike anything in
American cross, in a bad kind of way. Because I am writing to much I will just say this. I felt good when I was on my bike but lost 20 meters every lap to Andy and the Dane in the battle for the last spot on the podium. I had the legs to bring it back until about 3 to go and I froze up on the run up and could not get back. I
TT the last 3 laps for a solid 7
th and felt good about my race. Back to back races with an opportunity in the closing minutes to battle for the podium, that's all you can hope for. The
Cannondale cross bike with Reynolds carbon wheels rips not to mention the new Mona Vie kits!
Ali and I jumped a midnight plane back to the
SLC to find a very cross like cold rain coming down, the season is here. After a few hours sleep I was back at work on Monday morning like nothing ever happened.
Although I had the
opportunity to participate in some great racing, the absolute best part about the weekend was getting to know some new peeps. Ali and Jon were a riot. It's funny how a simple bike racing trip can forge deep friendships, it happens every time and I think that's a big part of why we keep racing. Thanks guys!
