1 week without a keyboard has left me without putting anything down here.
Last weekend was the Raccoon Rally. Brody and I rolled up to his camp to sleep for the weekend. It is in the forest. WE SAW A BEAR. True story. Then another bear. Then a coyote. Then a bald eagle. Seriously. Then we thought we were men in the woods and we shot the AK-47, but could only shoot it 5 times each because it hurt our shoulders so much. Not men.
Cioccio (my teammate) won the road race on Saturday. That was awesome.
I was sprinting against another dude for 5th and a truck somehow got in the way. I asked what he wanted to do (with like 500 meters to go)... I said "want to split the money or sprint?" and he said "whatever." So we soft pedaled in. When they paid out, he wasnt there, so I took it upon myself to take my half of the money. HA!
Sunday was a mountain bike race. I wish I had a powermeterthinger on my mountain bike, because I try much harder or something on it. Like I try harder on climbs because they are longer, and nobody can really counter attack you, or if they do the race isnt really over. Or something. Anyway, I got outsprinted in a mountain bike race. How is this even possible? I had a huge gap after the last climb,and the dude came back on the last downhill. He was nice and good, but I should really have been able to hold it, I had like a minute on him.
I dedicate my 2nd place to the dude who 5 minutes before the race started told me that I should switch tires because I had the wrong ones on. He was super sure of himself and super cocky. If you ever read this, I want you to know that the winner also had the same tires. Brett said that he passed you as the sports overtook you. You had a 10,000 dollar mountain bike, but apparently the right tires. Maybe you should worry about you instead of me?
And I have dug deep to find some awesome photos of me being outsprinted over the years:
First up: This was this weekend. Downhill sprint against a good bike racer. I tried hard, but just couldnt win. I should have ridden in solo, but I rode my brakes down the last descent like I was on ice.
Second: This was Turkey Hill this year. I made it into "the move" and was in a break for like 40 miles with 4 other dudes. I figured "sweet 5th or 4th will rule.. I can outsprint Brian cause I did that earlier this year." Wrong. 7 guys bridge up and I get 12th out of 13. (look close to the right of the winner for my orange shoes) Brian got 2nd.
This is an old one, and I dug it out to complete getting outsprinted in all facets of bicycle racing. BCA cyclocross in Hagarstown MD. I was riding super well and beat a few really fast dudes. I am blocked by Steve Gordons super serious victory salute, but I am there. doh.