“Suffering is a state before our purification and wisdom is healed pain” – I’m hoping I will be in receivership of these for this twofour was all about enduring discomfort.
40+ category 3rd place, 17 laps, 300km, 26,000ft gain, 2 crashes, 1 mechanical, 1 failed light battery.
Big thanks to:Straightline Swiftwick Maxxis Elk Valley Chiro FTM Nutrition Sugoi Crankbrothers Rudy Project Giant Bicycles
for the support, this was a breakthrough race for me accomplishing a couple key things I haven’t been able to do in the past and I`m stoked.
Eating solids from the beginning the staple lap food was 1/4 banana & dumpling and over the course of the race consumed 11 bottles Roctane, 4 bottles SkratchLabs SDM, 4 bags of Chomps, 3 slices pizza, 1 can coke, 1 coffee and a saving grace of 800mg or something of sodium in 1 cup chicken broth and a packet of ichiban noodles over the midnight hours.
The day started as planned with laps in the 1:10:00 range, but by Lap4 the feet were trouble. The week prior I stayed off the bike to rest the feet for they were killing me then and they were killing me now.
Lap5 in 3rd creeping up on #33 in 2nd, I thought to pin it on the down to bridge the gap but went down hard. Mechanical 1 bent shifter / no barrel adjustment, I ride the lap out holding shifter down into gear and El Cabus in the pit did some magic and its resume the chase for 3rd place rolling out a blue collar Lap6.
Lap7 was lights mounting, new Swiftwick twelves and a reset of clothes, the hunger was there and over the next 3 laps got down chickenbroth, noodles, pizza, coke and chips.
Lap 8, 9 still on the hunt for 3rd place guy, first time running the NiteRider750 I found low and medium too dim for the dusty conditions and had to run high beam, burning this in 1 lap I switched to L&M light to have the battery quit 10 minutes into the lap, switched on the backup NR Lumina 350 and had a pretty weirdly handlebar lit darkish lap. With all the regular food consumption in these laps the stomach was slightly upset and calling for Roctane, for this was the only drink that was settling the tummy which was perfect.
Lap 10 we roll into 2nd place, Bartlet (Cafe) is 1hour up the road but Franks (Pedalhead) is close behind, again I try to loosen up on the downhill and go down hard. Coming into pit shaking off crash 2 same right side with a clothes change, some food, its back out with some urgency in my manner cause I can smell the Franks diesel engine.
Lap 11, 12 Bartlet is gone, still holding off the Franks diesel engine, the tummy is growling, the couple crashes are taking their toll and my feet – forget about it !
Lap 13 the Franks diesel cruises by, taking his wheel we enter the pit, this aint road racing folks I attacked through the feed zone to get my food up the road, from there I threw down what I could at 5am in the morning reaching the first downhill stretch, pinning it good hitting the lines floating the roots, I thought for sure I could stay away this lap. Reaching my crux climb that was pushing all my pain buttons, I hear an all familiar hub and turn to see Franks, !@#$ dang, a moment battle two abreast in a single lane, Franks passes and drops me on the climb.
Now the plan for Lap 14-17 its finish strong with 1:30:00 laps to fit within the cutoff and suck up the pain shooting around my body. Bartlet’s pit gave me a coffee, my Wife massaged my feet for circulation and we finished the last 4 laps in the pain cave, with 2 laps in the rain to make things complete.