Race Report: 2013 Bond Brook Treadfest, Augusta, Maine. By Eric Roy

The Bond Brook Tread Fest is a cross country mountain bike race held for the second year in Augusta, Maine.   The trails at Bond Brook are a blast, and the facility itself is a perfect example of what can happen when a town/city gets works hand in hand with the local outdoor recreation community to develop a coherent trail network on city owned land.  One thing that I really enjoy about this trail system is that the trails can be enjoyed by all ability levels.  Experts can rip through the twisty turns, but the track itself is relatively smooth and not intimidating to a beginner rider.   According to my GPS, the race course loop was about 6.5 miles long and had about 800 feet of climbing per lap… and it’s almost 100% singletrack. 

We had a pretty decent showing of people from the Qualey Granite/Rose Bike Team.   Bill Brown, Craig MacDonald, Corey Adams, and myself raced in the Expert category (3 laps), Corey Oderman, Scott Neal, and Frank Cookson raced Sport (2 laps), and Julie Brown competed in the Novice (1 lap) category. 

  

After a quick pre race meeting, the Expert class lined up and took off.  This year, the race organizers sent us around the parking lot to help spread us out… this was a good thing because we weren’t all over each other once we hit the woods.  By the time I hit the woods, I was somewhere mid pack, pretty much even with Craig, and a fair bit behind Bill (our quickest rider that day), and way behind the race leaders (Tony Giguere and Andrew Freye were flying).   

Eric and Craig

Bill Brown

Corey Adams

Frank Cookson

Julie Brown

After the first climb up “insulator” I was feeling good (not great) but I was hoping that my legs would come to life a little later on like they do sometimes.  I tend to start slow & finish strong anyways… so I wasn't concerned.  A little bit into the first lap, Craig started struggling a bit with cramps (I think), and he fell off the pace.  At the time I thought to myself that this was too bad because he has made some incredible strides in his first year racing bikes, and I really wanted a good result for him. It was also about this time that I caught a glimpse of another white jersey riding right on my tail.  I figured that it was Corey Adams… but it was the other Corey, who was absolutely crushing the Sport class, as evidenced by him picking off guys in the Expert class.  That’s a pretty good indicator that Corey will be racing in a different category next year. 

Corey O. Chasing Paul Denis from Insight MRI

                                                       Corey O. crushed the Sport Class

Corey and I chatted a bit until I insisted that he pass me because it was clear that he could go faster.  I knew that some of the Bikeman guys in the Sport class had raced as Experts earlier in the year, so I was expecting them to be right behind him… but no one came for a long time.  After about 6 minutes, the guy who was in 2^nd place in the sport category caught up to me and as he passed, asked if Corey was liable to blow up… I said… “honestly… I have no idea… the dude just started racing bikes”.   Corey has dropped something like 70 lbs since winter and and has been riding a ton.  Monster.   It was around this time that Craig apparently sorted out whatever issues he was having because had caught me.  This was fine by me, because I could stick to his rear wheel.   I think Craig and I leapfrogged positions a couple of times but ultimately I just couldn’t keep up so I made the decision to let him go and dial it back a bit so I wouldn’t completely blow up nutritionally and literally.  I had to tip my hat to Craig that day… he had the legs… I did not.  

I was having a hard time staying on the trail as it was… and a physiological meltdown would not help things at all.  For me, the finish line could not come fast enough, and I finished in a little under 2.5 hours, behind Craig and Bill from our team.   Also, Corey Odermann was able to hold on to win the overall sport class race, and Julie Brown won her division as well.  Not too bad for what is probably the last race of the year for most of us.  Stay posted for a year end recap at some point soon

Overall:

Bond Brook is an awesome venue, and the Treadfest is a great event.  Huge props to Chris Riley and his crew, as well as the City of Augusta. 

I witnessed the coolest thing I'd seen in a race that day.  Dave Richard (one of the Central Maine Cycling Club Racers) did the race side by side with his young daughters, at their pace.  I hope everyone cheered for them and offered support when they hopped off the trail and graciously allowed the more competitive people to pass them.  

                                                       Two of the Richards looking strong! 

                                       The Richard Family Finishing Together!  Freaking Awesome!

Local Races are awesome.  If we do not support them… they will not exist anymore… though this one has caught fire

Everyone should be asking Corey O. to do a writeup for this event.  The guy has dropped a ton of weight and become an animal in one season.  Anyone who doesn't think they can get fit and fast needs to look to him for inspiration.

*** All Photos are from Bond Brook Tread Fest FB page.

Race Report: Highland Mountain Enduro. By Josh Lawrence

Enduro racing is scary.  Not Halloween scary, not zombies with bloody parts scary, but rip-roaring downhill scary. The Highland Mountain enduro, part of the Triple Crown series, was the final leg of the series and couldn't have been at a better time. The enduro format involved four different downhill runs, called specials, with three untimed hill climbs to tie them all together. The folks at Highland picked a great mix of terrain ranging from sketchy, newly cut single track 2 established flowy down hills 2 flow we trail riding. It really combined all the different elements that make up a good enduro and demand a rider to possess hey wide range of skills and strengths.

It has been a good year for me, riding wise, and I really wanted to finish off the season with one more race.  I had a great time at the Carrabassett Backcountry Cycle Challenge, and had a ball with my kids up at the Nordic Trail Festival in Presque Isle, and this would be the 3rd race event for the season. I thought it would be a nice addition since the other two races involved more endurance and XC riding.

Justin Qualey, accomplished downhill and enduro rider, and I headed down to Highland late Friday morning to check out the course and register.  We arrived early afternoon and after a bit of a wait getting the paperwork completed, we were ready to go.  The race promoters had taped off all of the specials to everyone but foot traffic, so we decided to get out and walk the course. The weather in the past few weeks has been fantastic and the course was dry in all but a few places.  We worked our way up the 4th special, which looked no less intimidating on foot than it did on the bike.  We were almost over run by a few riders that had taken it upon themselves to follow their own rules about preriding the course and snuck through the barricades despite the posted signs.  

As a side note, it blows my mind that people in an amateur race will deliberately break rules in order to give themselves an edge.  I don't compete much, but I am wicked competitive when I do. I can lay back and ride casually when I'm with friends, but if there is an official race and I'm going to take it on, I don't want to hold back. And when I see people that clearly disregard the rules and standards for a competition, it makes my blood boil. It is like the amateur 40 and 50 year old racers that use EPO or get a prescription from their doctor for testosterone so they can get jacked for races. Seriously? It seems to me the point of rules with in competition is to establish clear standards for everyone. If you don't like the rules, don't participate. This isn't some issue like civil disobedience for a greater cause; it is just amateur competition for recreation purposes.  Alright, enough soap boxing...

If you like riding down hills fast, and you like to play and jump around on your bike, I can think of no better place to go then Highland. It is truly a park and the range of runs and terrain is wide open. There are fast flow e-courses with big berms to flow through, pump tracks and huge table tops, freeride drops and gaps, and even a couple of kickers that launch riders skyward before allowing them to land in an inflated crash pad that must be 40 feet by 30 feet wide. They even have a place for little kids to practice going over pumps and dropping off small risers. I felt like I was at one big amusement park for mountain bikers.

We set up our tent in the parking lot, along with about 20 other campers and enjoyed a calm evening under a full moon that was to become partially eclipsed around midnight. Wispy clouds, semi-transparent, skated across the sky and highlighted the rainbow Corona moon had cast. We hung out for a while in one of the fields near the base of the mountain and listened to the blaring Iron Maiden and other metal music coming from the indoor bike center. If the mountain wasn't enough, there is an entire park built inside a soft shell barn where riders can practice aerials & freestyle. After around 11 p.m. The noise settled and we drifted off to sleep.

After a fine breakfast at Pauli’s, a downtown eatery in Tilton, we headed back to the park and prepared. The organizers were a bit slow to get things started in the morning, and the registration and assignment of ankle sensors took a whole lot longer than anyone expected. We ended up riding up to one of the specials in order to get one run in before registering, waited in line for about 45 minutes and then headed up the chairlift to ride a couple more. Since Justin is so fast I figured I would lay back a bit and take it at my pace, and it was probably a good idea since I felt like I was gonna bail a number of times even at my relative snail’s pace compared to him. We checked in each time at the bottom of the hill and the actual race got started a bit later than expected, with a few hiccups along the way,due to timing issues and communication with the riders. However people maintained a positive attitude and the actual racing went off without a hitch. Justin started before me since he is in the 30 to 39 age bracket, and so I took another run to work on the flow, of which I was clearly lacking. Perhaps the best thing to say at this point is that I was keenly aware of my limitations and realized that I would do best if I just stayed relaxed.

For those of you who haven't used them, timing chips are pretty cool. Each person starts separately at thirty second increments. There is a countdown and then the rider begins, but the timing only starts after the rider passes over a wire buried in the ground a few feet after the start. The ankle sensors mark the time the rider passes over the wire at the beginning and end of each special, so that the data is electronically transmitted to the timing house at the base of the mountain.

Once the racing actually began, it went pretty quickly. We finished each special and proceeded to make our way back up to the next special. I was surprised to see the number of riders pushing their bikes back up the hills, perhaps to save energy, rather than peddling. I guess this is where all of the miles of commuting have paid off, since it didn't seem to be much of a chore riding back up and in fact, was probably helpful to keep my legs warm. The first special was about two and a half miles long and consisted of flowy park riding followed by trail riding on a course that had been cut a couple weeks beforehand. It was pretty fast throughout and not nearly as technical as later events, but also really demanding insofar as my legs were not ready for the length of high intensity output. I was definitely feeling it about halfway through the ride and wished that I had more time to warm up beforehand. It seems that my legs have gotten less adaptive to intense effort as I've gotten older, & I need to be really warmed up before I can put out a lot of intensity for a while. The second special was fast and flowy as well, with a couple of quick punchy climbs to mix it up, and was perhaps my best stage. It's a good thing, because the third special was definitely the most sketchy and scary. It started with a steep descent over a granite minefield followed by a newly cut course down loamy, rocky rooty terrain. I came screeching through the first section with my stomach in my throat, and worked my way into the fresh cut. I bobbled a number of times, and after rounding over one corner came into a steep drop that was covered in moss the day before, but now revealed exposed cubes of granite and large cedar roots. I reacted by grabbing both handfulls off brake and shot sideways off the hill, came off my bike and tried to pull the bike down back over me to get back on the course. Fortunately the bike was intact and so was I, and I continued along trying to balance the need for speed with need for self-preservation. I made it to the finish, headed back up the hill, and passed about 20 riders who were huffing and puffing while pushing their bikes up the slope. This was good, because when I got to stage four my legs were ready to go and I only had to wait about 2 minutes before pushing off. This special was challenging as well, and very technical and fast, but it was an established trail and as a result there were a couple of options for lines. I felt like I was moving quickly and flowing over it the best I could, especially since I have been riding and xc bike rather than majority of people around me who are on trail or all-mountain bikes. It became evident that 100 millimeters of travel and xc geometry are just not the right fit for this sort of racing. After one last dab rounding the final corner, I dropped down the chute to the finish and it was done. The timing van was nearby and I checked in to see my status, and soon learned that I was in second place for my age division. Holy crap.

Justin and I had planned on getting a few more rides in after the competition was over, so I dropped off my ankle sensor and headed back to the car in order to meet up with him.

Enduro racing might also be Halloween scary or zombie with bloody part scary. Justin was moving towards me from the car, right arm in splints and right leg covered in blood with gauze wrapped around it. It seems Justin was trying to make up time on the third special, and where I was grabbing brakes he was putting on the gas, and at that speed one error can be catastrophic. Fortunately, he was still walking and no head injury, although he's in the market for a new helmet if anyone has any good deals. We checked in with folks at the event to make sure we were all done and headed home, with a brief stop in Concord to visit the local hospital and tour the emergency room and x-ray department.

All said and told, I ended up in third place for my 40 to 49 age category.  Justin is on the mend and I hope anyone reading this well send out healing vibes his way.  Good thing he is tougher than all hell.

I like the way Eric Roy introduced the positives and negatives for each event that he has documented, and am going to copy that format.

So, the positives:

Highland Park is absolutely amazing. Great riding if you like going fast.

Enduro racing is a great vibe and gives people a chance to socialize in between specials,

which is really fun in comparison to the relentless exertion within endurance racing.  

Enduro racing requires people to apply a number of disparate skill sets, and doesn't favor someone who is purely well conditioned.  I like the demand for versatility.

Negatives:

The organizers can work on the registration and logistics related to getting racers up the mountain to begin. I'm sure they will.

If I'm going to continue this, I'm going to be looking into a different bike that can handle the descents well.  An all mountain bike would kill it here. Hmmm... Maybe this is a positive?

Race Report: Cyclocross at Quarry Road, Waterville, ME. By Eric Roy

This year was the inaugural cyclocross race at Quarry Road Recreational Center in Waterville, Maine, put on by Embrocation Cycling.  Because I actually own a cyclocross bike (It’s my road bike/skinny tire trail bike)… it would have been bad bike juju if I didn’t enter a cyclocross race that took place in my back yard.  Local races are fantastic… you wake up at a reasonable hour, race, and you’re home before dinner… no hotels, camping,  packing food, or tightening up during a long drive home.  This is what it must be like to race bikes when you live in southern New England. 

Upon arrival to Quarry Road Recreational Center (fantastic facility), I checked in quickly and got ready to ride the course.   I ended up hooking up with with Christian from Pat’s Bike Shop in Brewer, who is a really strong rider but had never raced cross, so the preride was a bit like the blind (him) leading the blind (me)... but a good time nonetheless.   The course was a good mix of hard gravel, soft sand, and grass.  It also had a TON of very tight turns and a few of those silly barriers where you have to dismount/remount ( 2 of the barriers were knee height, and one was basically a short set of steps made out of railroad ties.)  Different than what I’m used to, but the course was a blast to ride and was manageable overall.  This put my mind at ease a little bit.

Before long, the announcement came out that called the Cat 4/5 racers to the starting area.  Not really knowing what to expect in a cross race, I slotted myself in the very back of the pack so I wouldn’t block out someone who deserved to be in contention.  The common advice that I got from seasoned cyclocross racers was basically to start fast, go  “all out”, and it’ll only hurt for 40 minutes.  Piece of cake.

Ready… go

I went “all out” for a minute or two … then there was a split in the course about 100 yards in where it was not clear which way to go.  Apparently a section of marking tape had fallen or something… so we were called back for a restart.  Not a big deal at all.  I actually kind of liked it because I got another crack at starting position.   (At the point where the race was halted, I had moved up to near the front of the field… so I didn’t slot myself as far back for the restart) 

Ready … go (again).

I went  “all out” (again),  and was sitting in the lead pack off the start line.  Apparently there are different levels of “all out.”   I was going “all out” at a pace that was sustainable for about 2 minutes… which is not the same as going “all out” for 40 minutes.   I was quickly dropped from the lead group.  It was also around this time that it occurred to me that I had no idea what I was doing in the way of riding a cyclocross bike…. Both of these things contributed to what may have been the least efficient riding performance of all time.  While we are on the topic of inefficiency… dismounting/remounting during a race is a lot different than the time I practiced it on flat, smooth, hard ground.  I’m pretty sure that each time I remounted my bike after the barriers, I had the grace (and success) of someone trying to climb on top of a floating beach ball.  This race was supposed to be a learning experience, but I didn’t like getting passed because I couldn’t get back on the bike.

As the race went on…  I started to get the hang of cornering, and I was able to carry a bit of “free speed” through the course.   I never got the hang of dismounting/remounting for the barriers, so I continued getting passed regularly and had to fight hard to regain position.  However, I found that the railroad tie steps could were bunnyhoppable (sp?),  and I was able to clear these barriers faster than the people who dismounted… this allowed me to pick off a few riders that had passed me early on in the race.  Because I was too far behind to work my way back into contention, my goal was to finish strong and battle it out with some people who were in my section of the field.  I had a pretty good battle going with a guy (I forgot his name) for almost the entire final lap, but I was able to shake him with about 200 yards left in the final lap.  It was all over very quickly.   Overall, I finished somewhere mid pack, and learned a lot.

Things I learned:

• Ernest Gagnon is an impressive and fantastic human.  I had the honor of racing with him and I got a chance to talk to him after the race.  Google him now.
• Warming up is important.  Lately, most of my events have been long/endurance, so warmup occurred during the race.  This is not the correct strategy for cyclocross.   My body was not “ready to go” until halfway through the race.
• It’d be useful to learn the correct pace for a 40 minute race.
• I need to learn how to handle a cyclocross bike.  Free speed is important in an event where you corner 10 million times.
• Cyclocross is fun

Local races are sweet.  Our team should do a better job supporting them.

Race Report: 12 Hours of Bradbury, Pownal Maine. by Eric Roy

The 12 Hours of Bradbury is an endurance mountain bike race that takes place at Bradbury Mountain State Park in Pownal, Maine.  It's one of the "gem" races in Maine that attracts riders of all levels, as well as a sizable crowd.  Everyone who mountain bikes in Maine should do this race at least once.  Last year, I “raced” Bradbury as part of a two person team, but more of a fun/casual thing to see whether or not I like racing mountain bikes (that’s affirmative).  When planning race calendar for this season, Bradbury was the race that I was going to build up to for my first solo effort… but light peer pressure led me to throw my hat in the ring for Millstone and Great Glen, so my overall goal for the race shifted to being the race that I “put it all together”...  However, with The 12 Hours of Bradbury taking place in Mid September, near the end of my first “real” MTB race season, I learned definitively that cycling fitness can be converted to midsection mass under the correct reaction conditions…   

Overall, the Qualey Granite/Rose Bike Crew was pretty well represented at the event:  Bruce Malmer, Clint Sochulak, and myself all registered as solo riders, Bill and Julie Brown were tackling the event as a 2 person co-ed team, we had a 4 man team comprised of Craig Macdonald, Sean Keough, Scott Neal, and Todd Neal, while Steve Kilburn anchored a STACKED 3 man team.

            Bruce Malmer  (Photo Credit Michael Moore, Obtained from 12 Hours of Bradbury Website)

I met up with Clint on Friday afternoon for a quick preride before dinner and registration.  It’s worth noting that earlier that week… Clint became the proud father of a baby boy… so … Clint was having a pretty good week.   The course was mostly dry, except for a few sections that had not yet drained from recent rain events.  The crew at Bradbury stepped it up big time and built a few new bridges over some of the muddier spots on the race course.  While the mostly dry conditions made for very good riding, I was hoping that the course would be a mess of slick roots that favor technical bike handling over pedaling fitness… Kind of like riding at home.   Oh well… there’s always next year, right?

After the pre ride, we scooted over to Buck’s Naked BBQ for registration/check-in.  As I have come to expect from events put on by Casco Bay Sports, check-in was seamless, and took all of 25 seconds.   From there, we snatched a couple of stools at the end of the bar and had a textbook pre race dinner of slow cooked meats and beer (I read somewhere that you need carbs the night before a race). 

When I stepped out of the car after a fantastic night’s sleep, the ground was soaked.  Apparently heavy fog rolled through overnight or something, which meant ... WET ROOTS AND SKETCHY CORNERS!!!  My prospects for the race had greatly improved... But first I had to put on some dry socks

After a quick breakfast, I started hauling my cooler, chair, and toolbox to a trailside pit area that was set aside for solo riders.  Naturally, the event had plenty of volunteers who eagerly rushed to help with this.  Just to give you an idea about the passion/loyalty behind this event, the volunteer who actually helped me lug my stuff to the pit area was multiple time elite solo class winner Greg Jancaitis, who said “I figured that I’d come and volunteer for a few hours because I wasn’t racing the event this year.”  Cool guy and a hell of a rider.  After a quick pre race meeting, it was time for the solo expert men and singlespeed racers to line up.   One thing that always catches me a little off guard is that the even the most serious competitors are friendly at mountain bike races.  I guess it makes sense, because we all have a common interest, but the vibe is just so pleasantly different than any of the hyper-competitive stick/ball sports that I grew up with. 

                                 Me at the start (Photo Credit Julie Brown, Obtained from Facebook)

And begin.

The pace off the starting line was fast, and I quickly fell off the back.  I was so far behind the pack after the initial dirt road section that a spectator laughed and sarcastically asked me if I had showed up late for the start.  Ouch.    I did not pass anyone on the first lap that did not break their bike (it surprises me how many people break their bike in the first lap of a race... I wonder why that is), but I definitely got passed by pretty much every fast 2,3,4 man team (which was expected).  The course was significantly greasier than the preride… but was totally manageable and a whole lot of fun.  In just under an hour, the first lap was in the books, and I was sitting comfortably DFL.  I grabbed another premixed bottle at pit area and took off for lap 2. 

       Bill Brown on course   (Photo Credit Michael Moore, Obtained from 12 Hours of Bradbury Website)

Laps 2-6 were an absolute blast.  The course at Bradbury is perfect for an endurance races because there is a ton of somewhat rooty/techy singletrack strung together, but there are some short smooth relief sections to take the pressure off  and eat/drink.    My strategy for the day was to exert most on the singletrack sections, where I felt like I could gain some ground on some of the other solo singlespeed guys... who I knew were much more fit than I was.  Overall, my lap times were better than expected, and despite a few minor crashes… I felt pretty good.  My goal going in to the race was 11 laps, one more than Millstone… and so far… it seemed pretty doable.  

                Steve Kilburn   (Photo Credit Michael Moore, Obtained from 12 Hours of Bradbury Website)

Famous last words.

“So I’m just riding along, on a smooth section of trail” near the beginning of lap #7, I reached down for my bottle… and nothing was there.  A major focus for me in this race was to keep my rest stops as short as possible.  Apparently the most recent one was a bit too short, and I forgot to grab a bottle…  Being inexperienced in endurance races, I had no idea how this would play out, or what I was  supposed to do.  I thought that the best thing to do would be to scale back an already moderate pace in an attempt to minimize damage, and look to see if there were any water bottles on the trail that had rattled loose or if there was a jug stashed at a first aid tent.  No luck.  About 30-40 min in… the puddle water started to look pretty good. 

Me on course    (Photo Credit Michael Moore, Obtained from 12 Hours of Bradbury Website)

 I limped into the pit station, a bit bleary eyed and dumb and a lot bit thirsty.  Without going into any detail, I will offer up that it is not good to pound cold fluids in this scenario.  After about 10  minutes , I started to feel better, so I set out for lap 8, in hopes that I was squared away.  Even though the cloudiness in my head had cleared and the headache had subsided a bit…my energy level never really rebounded, and my lap times reflected it.  I had to work much harder to get much slower lap times.  Not great for morale.  In short… lap 9 was pretty unpleasant…  but it occurred to me when I was sitting down after the lap that I felt no better when I was resting… so I’d might as well be pedaling.  Terry (Bruce’s wife & pit crew) also let me know that I had moved my way up to 4^th place, and that the guy currently in 3^rd was only a few minutes ahead of me.  Although I suspected that Terry was lying to me so I’d leave, it provided a bit of motivation and I threw 2 bottles on my bike, grabbed my light, and stashed an unwrapped sandwich in my muddy jersey pocket (mistake) so I wouldn’t need to stop again.  

At this point I had 2 goals:  1)  To finish lap 10 by the 6:59 PM cutoff so I could go out for an 11^th lap and 2)  Try to catch the guy who was sitting in 3^rd place.  If lap 9 was unpleasant… lap 10 was awful.  I still had not caught up on fluid intake from my bottle mishap several hours before… and the lap seemed to take forever.  Furthermore, a thin layer of greasy mud had accumulated on the roots, which made things interesting.   Despite not feeling great, my riding was still sharp… so I didn’t really see any safety issues with continuing.  Finally I rolled through the lap area, a volunteer enthusiastically yelled at that I had made the cutoff to do another lap.  In the moment, I could not decide whether I should be happy or punch her… but I kept the wheels rolling.  Amazingly, somewhere midway through the final lap, I started to feel human again, and the last few miles were surprisingly pleasant.  Before I knew it, I was greeted by cow bells and cheering spectators.   

Done. 

While I was sitting and pounding junk food in my chair, Terry came by and offered her congratulations… for moving into 3^rd place.  I was a bit confused because I did not pass any single speeders on the trail… but apparently I passed him in the transition/pit area before lap 11, and he didn’t go back out.      

 Neato.

Overall, it wasn’t a bad day for the Qualey Granite/Rose Bike Crew.  Steve’s 3 man team won their division.  Bill and Julie blasted out 12 laps to take 2^nd in the 2 person co-ed class, and our 4 man team finished in 5^th place in a stacked division.  Despite a lengthy delay caused by a light malfunction heading into a nighttime lap, Bruce finished 10 minutes off the podium in the Solo Master’s Division. 

                                                      Julie and Bill on the Podium

The big winner for the Qualey Granite Rose Bike Team is Expert Solo Rider Clint Sochulak.  On the Monday of the Race week, his family grew when his wonderful wife Jenn gave birth to their first son.  Congrats Clint!

Positive Aspects of my performance:

• I didn’t blow up trying to keep up at the beginning
• Though I’m pretty sure I died a little bit that day… I met my goal of 11 laps, good enough for 3^rd in solo singlespeed, and was top 30% for all men’s solo riders.

Things that might improve my chances of future success:

• Pre race carb loading is not a sustained 5 week process
• If you’re going to be an idiot and forget fluids… don’t do it in the warmest part of the day

Most memorable quotes from the trail:

1)  Right after I got passed by a really strong female team rider…

Clint (who was right behind me):  “Ha… you just got chicked”

Me:  “So did you”

Clint:  “Shut up”

2)  When  I was skidding through a slick corner on one of the trickier descents…

“I’m glad someone is still having fun!”

-  An unidentified solo rider who was walking through the section

General Thoughts on the Race

• Casco Bay Sports knows how to put on an event.  Great energy, great volunteers, great sponsors.
• Bradbury Mountain Staff take pride in their trail system.  The week before the race, they built bridges over some flooded sections of trails.  Drivetrains all over New England thank you!
• In a race of attrition, sometimes the slowest guy still standing at the end of the race finishes “in the money” 
• The event went to real time timing this year.  This allows people to follow racers via the interweb.  Very nice touch