Where have you been all my life!? I love this course!!! This is how the affair went down! Left my phat crib at 6am and my girlfriend drove us over to the race in napa 2 and a half hours away while I passed out in the passenger seat.( She's such a trooper) I get to the race course unharmed and groggy eyed, register and get geared up. I have a little more food and change the stem on my brand new Marin CXR. I needed to run a shorter stem than what came on this badass rig. This bike is sexy! I'm talkin carbon sexy! I've had only 3 rides on this thing but I know that now that the stem is changed out we are ready. I fill a water bottle and politely ask Nicole(girl friend) if she would mind filling up the other 3 bottles. Thanks Nic and I'm off to warm up. I ride for about 20 min and head over to the start line where apparently every one but me is. I squeeze my way into the second row just behind Mark Weir. I say a friendly hello to the right and left, THEN out of no where I get stuck with a rider's home made shank, there is so much blood oh my god! Ok, Ok so it wasn't quite that exciting at the start line. I'm checking out everyones rides and it looks like the ride of choice was a light weight full suspension. I'm a little nervous cause I've never seen this course before. We get the run down and the gun goes off. I hop on Marks wheel and we rally up the first climb, he's out of the saddle trying to drop me or at least break my spirits about the pace of this thing. It eases up a bit and then its back on. We get to the down hill and I know this dudes reputation. I hear a psst. sound and think maybe he burped some air from his tire. nope I'm wrong it's the sound of his gravity dropper. I hold on tight. We rip through all kinds of rock sections drops and roots. I'm not running tubless and running way too much air so I don't flat. He is ever so slowly pulling away but the sexy carbon hard tail pushes me and tells me not to give up and says other things like I'll never let you down, ride me like you've never ridden me before. OK! I say. how does this feel! Right about now I'm thinking I'm going to need Van Helsing to catch this mystical beast! We hit some windy slightly smoother trail and I get on the gas for a few seconds. I am able to catch "the" Weir Wolf solo. I sit on Marks wheel and sexy carbon and I make a pact to never let that happen again. Mark and I go through the feed zone and start another lap. The field is no where insight. We start to climb and I take the lead. A gap opens up and its on. I take it a bit easier through the rocky stuff because flatting would bring this race to an end for me, whoops I forgot to bring a spare tube. Look back a few times and see no one and it's through the start finish for another lap and up the climb. I hear someone yell, yeah man you' ve got 10 seconds on him! WTF! Where did he come from!? I look back and Mark Weir is breathing down my neck. I decide to rage up the hill to try and open up another gap so I can hold him off on the down. It works I stomp on the pedals again at the top and look back. I take the down quicker than the second lap preying not to flat. Close to the bottom I wreck. I jump up and run back to my bike, apologize and we're off. Hard hard is the only acceptable pace for this point in the race and it is what brought me and sexy carbon over the line for a win. Now I'm the Northern California State Champion and life hasn't been the same since becoming so. The Paparazzi has been following me every where, every one seems to be calling my name every time I walk down the street and now because of this I've had to start wearing panties for when I get out of the car (I don't want croch shots on the front page of every news paper every where) AND THATS THE TRUTH!
nobody better change my blog (mo) (amon)
Peace everybody!
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