Making the Best of Things

Recently I have been working a lot.  I have been riding as much as I can, and actually felt good coming into my first main event, the Mohican 100.  I was ready, so Ms. Geology and I set out on a sunny Friday for Ohio.  It was a fairly uneventful drive all things considered.  Other than a bit of mid afternoon traffic through Pittsburgh, and the awful interchange where I-70 merges into I-76 (seriously, whose idea was that?) we made it in good time.  The last part of the drive, through the Ohio countryside, was the best.  We got to the venue, checked into out campsite, drove up the mountain almost to the top and set up our campsite.  I went to ride, and was greeted to some pretty sweet singletrack.

Money...

It was this, plus some cool rocky sections, so I was stoked.  I got my bike ready in the dark while Ms. Geology read by what little light was left from the sky.

Didn't feel like making a fire... we were just going to go to bed

Most legit number plates ever. 1/8" thick plastic with a timing chip on the back.  Mid Atlantic Timing, take note.

We were camped right on the course.

The next morning, we were up early for my pre-race breakfast.  I rolled out to the start (about 2 mi away in the center of town) about 45 min before the race just to be sure I wouldn't miss anything.  I imagine that this is how many European races start.  A few hits of the horn of an early 90s Chevy pickup and we were off and running.  It felt like an XC start.  Very much not like the 100 milers I was used to with their controlled neutral roll-outs and all.  I did really enjoy starting in the center of town.  A lot of townsfolk were out watching even through it was 7:00 on a Saturday morning.

Rassin...

Needless to say I didn't get very far.  About 9.5 mi into the race I stood up to power up over a little rise in the singletrack.  Two pedal strokes, a loud crack, and I was going nowhere.  Confused, I looked at my chain.  Not broken.  I stood on the side of the trail for a bit wondering what happened, then I spun my crank.  It spun forwards and backwards.  My race was officially over.  I debated my options.  I could either walk backwards on the course to my campsite, then kill myself to make it to the first aid station by 11:00AM (the cut off).  At this point, it was 9:00AM, which left two hours to walk back 4.5 miles on trail, through traffic.  Not happenning, since it took me 15 min to get back to the last intersection, which was less than a quarter mile away.  I decided to bag it, rolled down a trail, ended up on a road, and scootered myself a mile down the road until I came to a check-in building for the state park camp ground I had popped out in.  Using their phone, I called Ms. Geology and she picked me up and brought me back to race HQ to officially DNF myself.  I'm not bitter at all.  I'm glad it happened in the first 10 mi, instead of at mile 60, or even worse 80 or 90.  Hell, then I would have probably attempted to run the last 10 miles.

We made the best of it though...

Mini Golf across the street.

Hiking and spectating.

It seemed like he was moving a lot faster at the time...  A LOT faster.

We pretty much had a good day hanging out at a bike race, watching the leaders, watching the awards and drinking a few free beers.  Next day we packed up and left after a quick bike ride in the morning into town.  Considering I didn't get to race, it was a pretty good weekend.

I spent the next week in the field for work, and came across this little gem on the Surly Bikes blog.  Pretty funny...

Last week I hitched up my car and struck out on my own for the Lumberjack 100 in northern Michigan.  It's the longest drive I've ever done on my own, and for my health, I decided to break it up into two days.  Leaving after work, I drove until midnight on Thursday, woke up, and was on the road by 7:30 the next morning.  It was a pretty much uneventful drive.

When I reached the race venue, I stepped out of my car and was greated by a swarm of medium sized mosquitos.  Welcome to the North Woods (cue stories from my Grandfather and his brother).  The course was wonderful.  Just miles and miles of flowy, sandy singletrack.

Saturday's race went less well than expected.  I was feeling great, and racing hard for the first 50 miles, then my stomach decided it was quitting time and sent me into a downward spiral of feeling like I was going to throw up and "find the brown speed" at the same time which eventually ended in dehydration and me finishing the race in 10:45 instead of the eight-something I was planning on.

No pictures because I didn't have any cameras and I was racing.  And a special thanks goes out to the guys at Twenty20 Cycles who fixed my broken bike up from Mohican just in time for me to leave for Lumberjack.  Also to Ergon for making everything but my hands hurt during races.

I'm gonna chill for a while now, then hit up the Fair Hill 50, Iron Mountain 100k, and the Wilderness 101.  Since I can't really do anything towards an overall in the NUE series, I'm going to refocus on cross and just do a bunch of mountain bike races I enjoy for the rest of the year.  Who knows, maybe I'll be more successful that way...