This was a race of 1sts. 1st time starting on a road behind a motorbike. 1st time doing a course with over a mile and a quarter of road per lap (~6 miles total). 1st time being put into the woods by fellow racers (twice). 1st time being thoroughly cussed out during a race. 1st time finishing an mtb race in a 4 man sprint.
Got a crappy start. 8th into the woods. Thought I was 5th but it turns out 3 dudes quickly got 20 seconds off the front. I worked up into 4th. Getting by the Alex Bikes guys was nice and friendly, they were all gentlemen. Got to the road section and buried it but I don’t think I made up any time on the 3 big guys working together.
2nd lap is a repeat. I would get pretty close by the end of the trail then they would pull it out on the road.
I was starting to worry about cooking myself on the road cause I was putting in big efforts to minimize the gap. The 3rd lap I decided I would stop chasing so hard on the road and save it for a big push in the singletrack on the last lap. I really didn’t think I had any chance of catching the three. I was frustrated. The thought that kept passing through my head was, “that ship has sailed”.
4th lap I start digging deep on the trail and suddenly about half way through the lap I am on their wheel. The lead rider is going slooooooooow. I’m wondering why the other two aren’t going around him. I sit and sit and sit. Then figure all three must be cooked. When we get to the double wide sandy little hill that has become a hike-a-bike they all go single file up the left side and I start running up the right side. Out of nowhere the third rider pushes his bike over into me and almost pushes me off the side of the hill. Then he cusses me out for trying to pass. I mean it was the most hostility I’ve ever felt in a race. I’m remain chill and am trying to calm him down cause honestly he’s a lot bigger than me and he was really going off. In a nutshell he tells me there’s no passing on the trail.
That guy crashes and I move into 3rd. “I’m glad I got by that guy… whew”. So we come to a little up with an inside and outside line. We’re still going slow as molasses so I go for a pass on the outside line. Oops… got put into the woods again. He says I can’t pass there either.
I can’t understand why these three aren’t racing each other. Why are they letting this guy go so slow. They’re letting him dictate the race. He obviously wants it to come down to the road.
So we come out on the road. At this point the race is a joke to me. I roll up and say, “so here we are. guess I’ll lead it out”. Cause “fk it” is what I’m thinking and I have no patience for this cat-and-mouse-look-at-each-other bullsh#$t. This is a mtb race for chissakes. These big roadies are gonna take me behind the wood shed on this road sprint. I’m gonna get a bad case of the red ass getting spanked all the way down that road. Anyway, I go for a dig around a corner just to see if any of their legs don’t have the spunk. They all do. They attack. I jump on last wheel. We come around the corner and OH SNAP a beginner class is coming around the corner behind the motorbike and we’re in full on sprint mode. Cars line the road. There is nowhere to go. Dude in front of me locks up the rear wheel and somehow saves it. Right then I think, this s#$t is not worth it. Roll in 4th.
My passes were clean. Plenty of room. Mr Pace even has video of the same dudes going two wide up the very same sandy hike-a-bike that they told me wasn’t ok to pass. I don’t mind legitimately being beaten to the corner going for a pass but getting put in the woods is a little much. We all have our limits though. I thought Bob was joking on the start line talking about “watch out for these guys” pointing to half the guys in my class. Then one of them said, “You should be racing with them”. I laughed because I thought it was just friendly poking but I guess this bike racing is serious business…. to some people.
Dang, now I know how Andy Johnston feels…. except he’s faster than me. He’d probably get shanked if he raced in Florida.
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