Secret Squirrel
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2018 7:36 pm
Secret Squirrel
First, thanks for all the “support”. We had enough MRC or friends of MRC on the course that it felt like I was getting advice/constructive criticism on every turn. That definitely makes it a lot more fun.
First race was the 40+. Pare was laughing at me in the grid because there was NOBODY behind me. I followed Ed Parsons into the heckle bowl, only to have him bobble the hill, no idea why I didn’t choose a different line. I beat him on the remount but wasn’t able to shake him for a couple laps. I kept thinking, common, Ed, quit already! I still have two races to go. Trying to hold Ed off, got me close to Matt Hersey, but I just couldn’t close the gap. After 3 laps I was pretty gassed and looked over at the lap card to see if it said 2 or 1 to go. BUT NO, it said FOUR!!! Oh boy.
Somewhere in the next lap I really figured out the corners. I was running Vittoria Wet 40mm, which are essentially like mini-MTB tires and they were hooking up great. Matt was costing into the switchbacks but I was sprinting, then slamming the brakes and sprinting out, gaining 10 feet or so per turn until I was on his wheel at the end of the lap. He was killing me on the run ups though, since my enthusiasm for running hadn’t yet recovered from Suffern. I waited for the heckle bowl, and drilled it to get ahead, then kept going hard until he finally cracked.
The remaining laps I tried to catch up to an out of shape looking Mark McCormak, but every time I got close he’d drill it again to maintain the gap. I thought of asking him to ease up long enough for Katie to get a picture of us side-by-side, but…
Single Speed.
The fist challenge was dealing with all the chatter from Cactus who’d lined up in the grid behind me. Then we started and I was thinking things are nice and settled in until we hit the first run up and Cactus blew by me on the right. Oh Crap, Cactus can run? This could be a problem.
I passed him back on the straight away by the pit, but again he ran by me on the run up. Ugh. I sat on his wheel figuring I’d let him go for a while and wait for him to blow up. Then on the little up/down area he washed out the front a little while setting up for the last up. Ha, ha, he nearly lost it there. I think this is the corner where Briana took out Chandler. Then BAM, I was on the ground after washing out at the same spot. The WTB riddlers on the SSCX were not hooking up nearly as well as the Vittoria Wets. A couple riders got by me and now Cactus had a gap.
Next lap at the same turn one of the Nect guys washed out at the same place, taking me out. Before I could get going again I got run over by Nate and the rest of the Fat Bike podium. Somehow they released my boa strap and my left shoe was nearly off. Now cactus was out of sight with about 6 guys between us. One of whom was Lucas “None Shall Pass” Provost. How was I going to explain this to Pare?
Third lap I got ahead of the Nect guy before the washout turn, but was stuck behind Lucas and watched everyone else ride away. Finally on the straight by the Start/Finish I sprinted around Lucas and kept going. I caught up to Tate Kukubo and sat on his wheel for a while. We picked off a few guys since we were pretty recovered from being stuck behind Lucas. Then a couple turns ahead I saw Cactus!! How did that happen? By the start/finish Tate was almost on Cactus’s wheel. “I just need to beat that next guy or I’ll never live it down” I yelled to Tate. “Oh, inter-MRC rivalry?” he replied. I went around him and was right on Cactus’s heels going up the big run up. “Click” Katie snapped the shot of us at the top. “Well, that just made Cactus’s day” I thought to myself.
I got around Cactus shortly afterwards and slowly opened a gap. With 2 laps to go I looked back before the first log and saw the gap looked reasonably safe, esp since Lucas had passed Cactus, making an excellent barrier. Since I had time, I grabbed a beer from the woman in the purple coat, downed it and tossed the cup, maybe a little too casually because now I was nearly on top of the second log, which I totally screwed up, getting the front tire over, but slamming it with the belt-ring and rear wheel, tossing me over the bars to slam into the ground chest first. I grabbed the bike and pulled it out of the way for Tate who said “I did that too last lap” as he went by.
The finish was uneventful, Cactus never came back. I went to the pit to grab my Crux for the Donut Madison.
Donut Madison
Brian started for team “Bronuts”. At the start you have to eat a donut, then go. The siren sounded and Wissel took off in like 1 second, I don’t know what he did to that donut, but it was a LONG time before the next racer choked down enough donut to take off. Brian finished his lap with us in 9th place, I grabbed the RFID from him and went to get my donut. Katie pointed out a chocolate glazed, which was about 3 times the size of your normal Dunkin’s donut. It took me forever to choke it down, then I took off. My legs said NO, and I had doubts if they would work well enough to get up the fist run up. At least nobody passed me, and I picked off Wissel’s teammate and a couple more, gave the RFID back to Brian and waited. Brian choked down his next donut and did his lap.
This next time I picked out my own donut, grabbing a creme filled, which I was able to jam into my mouth in two bites. I wonder if this is what Wissel used at the start? I took off, with my mouth stuffed and nearly choked on the run up. I wasn’t until the sand pit before the finish that I managed to choke down the last of it.
I tagged up and Brian had to eat one more donut before crossing the finish line. No idea how we did, but we didn’t podium, and we didn’t puke, so I’ll take it.
First, thanks for all the “support”. We had enough MRC or friends of MRC on the course that it felt like I was getting advice/constructive criticism on every turn. That definitely makes it a lot more fun.
First race was the 40+. Pare was laughing at me in the grid because there was NOBODY behind me. I followed Ed Parsons into the heckle bowl, only to have him bobble the hill, no idea why I didn’t choose a different line. I beat him on the remount but wasn’t able to shake him for a couple laps. I kept thinking, common, Ed, quit already! I still have two races to go. Trying to hold Ed off, got me close to Matt Hersey, but I just couldn’t close the gap. After 3 laps I was pretty gassed and looked over at the lap card to see if it said 2 or 1 to go. BUT NO, it said FOUR!!! Oh boy.
Somewhere in the next lap I really figured out the corners. I was running Vittoria Wet 40mm, which are essentially like mini-MTB tires and they were hooking up great. Matt was costing into the switchbacks but I was sprinting, then slamming the brakes and sprinting out, gaining 10 feet or so per turn until I was on his wheel at the end of the lap. He was killing me on the run ups though, since my enthusiasm for running hadn’t yet recovered from Suffern. I waited for the heckle bowl, and drilled it to get ahead, then kept going hard until he finally cracked.
The remaining laps I tried to catch up to an out of shape looking Mark McCormak, but every time I got close he’d drill it again to maintain the gap. I thought of asking him to ease up long enough for Katie to get a picture of us side-by-side, but…
Single Speed.
The fist challenge was dealing with all the chatter from Cactus who’d lined up in the grid behind me. Then we started and I was thinking things are nice and settled in until we hit the first run up and Cactus blew by me on the right. Oh Crap, Cactus can run? This could be a problem.
I passed him back on the straight away by the pit, but again he ran by me on the run up. Ugh. I sat on his wheel figuring I’d let him go for a while and wait for him to blow up. Then on the little up/down area he washed out the front a little while setting up for the last up. Ha, ha, he nearly lost it there. I think this is the corner where Briana took out Chandler. Then BAM, I was on the ground after washing out at the same spot. The WTB riddlers on the SSCX were not hooking up nearly as well as the Vittoria Wets. A couple riders got by me and now Cactus had a gap.
Next lap at the same turn one of the Nect guys washed out at the same place, taking me out. Before I could get going again I got run over by Nate and the rest of the Fat Bike podium. Somehow they released my boa strap and my left shoe was nearly off. Now cactus was out of sight with about 6 guys between us. One of whom was Lucas “None Shall Pass” Provost. How was I going to explain this to Pare?
Third lap I got ahead of the Nect guy before the washout turn, but was stuck behind Lucas and watched everyone else ride away. Finally on the straight by the Start/Finish I sprinted around Lucas and kept going. I caught up to Tate Kukubo and sat on his wheel for a while. We picked off a few guys since we were pretty recovered from being stuck behind Lucas. Then a couple turns ahead I saw Cactus!! How did that happen? By the start/finish Tate was almost on Cactus’s wheel. “I just need to beat that next guy or I’ll never live it down” I yelled to Tate. “Oh, inter-MRC rivalry?” he replied. I went around him and was right on Cactus’s heels going up the big run up. “Click” Katie snapped the shot of us at the top. “Well, that just made Cactus’s day” I thought to myself.
I got around Cactus shortly afterwards and slowly opened a gap. With 2 laps to go I looked back before the first log and saw the gap looked reasonably safe, esp since Lucas had passed Cactus, making an excellent barrier. Since I had time, I grabbed a beer from the woman in the purple coat, downed it and tossed the cup, maybe a little too casually because now I was nearly on top of the second log, which I totally screwed up, getting the front tire over, but slamming it with the belt-ring and rear wheel, tossing me over the bars to slam into the ground chest first. I grabbed the bike and pulled it out of the way for Tate who said “I did that too last lap” as he went by.
The finish was uneventful, Cactus never came back. I went to the pit to grab my Crux for the Donut Madison.
Donut Madison
Brian started for team “Bronuts”. At the start you have to eat a donut, then go. The siren sounded and Wissel took off in like 1 second, I don’t know what he did to that donut, but it was a LONG time before the next racer choked down enough donut to take off. Brian finished his lap with us in 9th place, I grabbed the RFID from him and went to get my donut. Katie pointed out a chocolate glazed, which was about 3 times the size of your normal Dunkin’s donut. It took me forever to choke it down, then I took off. My legs said NO, and I had doubts if they would work well enough to get up the fist run up. At least nobody passed me, and I picked off Wissel’s teammate and a couple more, gave the RFID back to Brian and waited. Brian choked down his next donut and did his lap.
This next time I picked out my own donut, grabbing a creme filled, which I was able to jam into my mouth in two bites. I wonder if this is what Wissel used at the start? I took off, with my mouth stuffed and nearly choked on the run up. I wasn’t until the sand pit before the finish that I managed to choke down the last of it.
I tagged up and Brian had to eat one more donut before crossing the finish line. No idea how we did, but we didn’t podium, and we didn’t puke, so I’ll take it.