So here's my RR. Started prepping for the DH race on Saturday morning by climbing the San Gabes up to Inspiration Point. ~1800' in the first 2.7 miles alone. I was fine until after we took our break at Inspiration point. I think it was a combination of starting off the ride kind of dehydrated and the biting cold at Inspiration Point. I had to stop several times on the DH sections just to rest and stretch out my quads I was cramping so bad. Got home got all my gear together, prepped my bike for the race, loaded up the car then took a shower and got ready for bed.
Unfortunately, my quads were being very uncooperative. They ached and would not loosen up. I have a sister who's a doctor and provides me with all the good stuff so I had a whole arsenal of drugs to get my muscles to behave. Alas, it was not to be though. Due to my upcoming surgery, I'm not allowed to take any drugs that may complicate the surgery. I wasn't sure what I was or was not allowed to take so I just decided to not take any risks.
Fast forward to Sunday morning. After getting a whole hour of sleep, I get up and my lower back is killing me so I hit the shower again hoping the hot water would help loosen it up. Well, it did help a little bit. I got to Fontana a little later than I had hoped but still made it on the second shuttle truck still trying to put all my gear on. I had packed two pairs of goggles and sunglasses just in case. Left all three in the trunk of my car in my haste to get on the shuttle truck.
First practice run down the course was a disaster. I was sessioning sections at a time, but spent more time lying on the side of the trail then actually riding on it. I was ready to throw in the towel. On one of my many dirt sampling sessions I managed to sprain my right thumb. It was getting more and more difficult to hold my bars as the day progressed so decided to slow my pace down a bit to get a smooth run in and by the third run I was feeling pretty comfortable.
Come race time, my stomach felt like it was filled with millions of angry butterflies. Did I mention that this was my first DH race ever? I have never been to a race either as a spectator nor a racer so I had no idea what to expect. I've never even been to the DH section of Fontana before so yea, I was a little nervous to say the least.
At last it was my time to be famous or infamous. I was hoping for the former, but will have to settle for the latter. I hit first few turns better than I had expected to. With my confidence building I started going even fast and pushing beyond what I was comfortable with. By the time I hit the first loose, rocky section I felt my rear end start to get a little washy. Chalk it up to the speed and unfamiliar territory I was thinking.
With all my new found confidence, I hit the g-out a little more speed than I was able to control. I washed out at the top and slid out on to my side. I picked up my bike an tried to hop on but I wasn't able to clip in to my pedals in time. When I hit the first rock garden at the top I didn't have either of my feet clipped in. They were both just barely perched on my pedals. I thought I was going to slip a pedal and go down hard for sure. Somehow I made it down and could hear Suggie and Dino screaming at me to pedal.
I was having a heck of a time trying to control my rear at this point. It was just all over the place making it hard for me to get my feet clipped in. I finally was able to regain composure and start pedaling, but the bike was just not having any of it. I was fighting the rear end just to try to keep any semblence of a straight line.
Started through the lower rock garden when I heard that dreaded noise. The sound of metal on rock. I was going a little too fast to stop at this point so I rode through the rock garden. Once I cleared the rock garden I tried to pedal it a bit further, but wasn't having much luck so I just got off the bike a ran to the finish line.
Finished 10th out of 10 in the beginner men's 35-42 class or something like that. I'd like to borrow a qoute from one of the members on here. "
DFL > DNF" The funniest part was the guy calling out the numbers at the bottom of the course. He just looked over at me and asked "Are you racing?" as I was running past him with my bike. :lol:
To think that the start of my illustrious racing career was ended prematurely by a bent, rusty, old 3" nail. Oh well, there'll always be next year.
The first picture is of me holding out the nail. Second one is me coming down the upper rock garden. Note that both of my feet are still unclipped at this time. #-o

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Dino,
Thanks for coming out to chear me on and taking the photos. I also want to thank you for al the pre-race advice. Oh and thank you chocobochick for coming out as well.
Pato: Bad luck racer of the day! #-o
First-ever DH race... Half way into his run, a rusted nail found its way into his rear tire. No amount of Stan's could stop the leak. He ran his bike to the finish line!
Too bad, I thought he fast good enough to podium!