(Photo Credit Matt Morrisson)
Sunday was beautiful. It hasn’t rained in a few days - so where did all that damn mud come from?
Byron and I made it out to race the single-speed category and proved quite definitively that we are road racers (and not so hot in the slop). No barriers on this course, but plenty of obstacles. A 400m mud slog was the toughest test in the course keeping lap times quite slow. A race that is typically 45 minutes took 60.
We had a great time out there - lots of folks yelling for us and heckling with love. Not sure exactly where I ended up in the field, but after having to run the mud bog three times I doubt it very good.
Byron on his fancy Redline single speed.
My road position == bad back pain by lap 4.
Oh - and did I mention the mud? This is Byron’s Redline after it had been cleaned up some. My bike was more brown then blue by the end.
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I use various techniques to movitave myself during a race—like: “I’ll catch you skinny dude on the descent.”— and while on the single speed, it was “you with the gears!” As in, “yeah, yeah, you got gears, g’head and go by me already.”