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This past weekend I raced Cross Country at the Mt. SAC Fat Tire Classic.
Early Sunday morning we left home headed for the venue with blue skies overhead. The sun was still rising and we could see ominous clouds on the horizon as we drove North.
Allison had mentioned a chance of rain in the forecast, I had opted to keep my tires light with low rolling resistance. This meant a Kenda Karma up front and a Stan's Raven out back. The tires that I felt would be good for a muddy course were on Allison's bike so I didn't have much of an option really.
At the venue it had rained over night and it was alternating between drizzle and light rain as we checked in and started warming up. I rode the first half of the course during warm-up and my tires packed up horribly. It was like riding with the brakes on. I had lots of mud clearance, but the added weight and resistance was severe. Before the race start I found a nice patch of grass and did my best to scrape off the majority of the mud that had accumulated. I also tried my best to stay warmed up which meant that I didn’t get onto the front row of the start. I managed to squirm up to the second row just before GO, I pedaled hard and picked the inside line on the first corner putting myself in the first few people up the first climb. I was first to the bottom of the first descent and second onto the first single track section. My plan to not get caught in a bottle neck worked perfectly! The first lap was going pretty well. Unfortunately entering the tunnel that goes under the road my tires slipped out from underneath me. The combination of slick tires, mud, water, and a painted line on concrete conspired against my desire to remain upright. I was quick to remount but the leader had pulled a gap and continued to do so, he was out of sight by the end of the first lap. The second lap I was feeling the effects of the hard start. My trip up the first climb was not as fast. I sat up and took some Hammer gel before the first single track and noticed that there wasn’t anyone on my wheel. Riding through the single track section I picked up a branch/weed in my drive train. As it wrapped itself around my cassette it started taking out my gears one by one. My chain was soon skipping so badly in every gear that I was forced to stop. It took at least a minute to break and pull out the majority of the weeds and several riders passed me. It is quite heartbreaking to watch a hard earned lead disappear like that. Once remounted I found myself in great company, Steven Smith is a fellow racer one AG up from mine who passed me like I was standing still in every race during the Winter Series races at Fontana, we rode together for the rest of the race. The rest of the second lap was pretty uneventful, the rain had stopped and the course was improving quickly. On the third lap I once again picked up a stick/weed in my rear wheel. This time it lodged itself in between the cassette and the spokes/hub rendering my bike into a fixie! After a quick stop to remedy the situation I remounted and found that I had not lost much time. I powered up the next climb and caught Steven who was also extracting a hitchhiker from his drive train. The rest of the last lap I put my head down and did my best to power through the climbs despite my calves threatening to cramp up. I finished first for my AG and somewhere in the top 10 for Sport racers. I had a great time racing in the rain and mud for the first time, and had a total blast cheering for the beginner racers like Troy. Next race, Fontana XC and DH.
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