DH report
We got out there early on Saturday so I could get some practice in before I had to go to work. I recognized most of the sections from previous races, but there were a few new corners. I was trying out my new
lap timer, which was fun. It was interesting to see how a run could feel faster, but not actually
be faster. I spent some time working on the s-turn with the rocks at the entrance (where Sharky was stationed during the race). This didn't end up being time well spent, as I found out Sunday morning. A number of new lines had been cut in that section during practice on Saturday afternoon after I left.
Sunday morning we got out there early again and worked on the "new" section, then went back to the pits to get out of the wind. Fortunately, the wind seemed to die down a little by my race run, and wasn't nearly as strong as it was at the first race of the season. My race run started off well, and I felt pretty good about the first few corners. I felt smoother and had more exit speed than on any of my practice runs. On a long left hander about halfway down, I went a little wide and ended up in the Shimano tape. I think the Shimano tape was pissed at me, possibly for my SRAM derailleur, or because I had replaced my Saint brakes with Formulas just prior to this race. Whatever the reason, the tape angrily wound itself around my ankle and the top of my fork. I tried to stay calm and get untangled quickly, but I could feel my heart racing. A well-meaning spectator was screaming at me "JUST RIP THAT TAPE! GO! GO! GO! COME ON! GO! GO! GO!" Unfortunately, that tape doesn't exactly "rip," it does, however, stretch quite a bit, which wound it tighter around my ankle. I'm struggling with the mess I've made, and expecting the guy starting behind me to come by at any second. It feels like this is taking
forever. I finally got back on my bike and headed for the next corner. My concentration was shot at this point, and I found myself taking the wrong line into the section where Sharky was. I tried to get my breathing under control and at least keep from getting passed. I felt pretty good once I got to the flat section leading up to the road. I pedaled as hard as I could to the lower rock section and made it through fairly cleanly, then put my head down for a sprint down the wall. Everything seemed to be going well until I got hit with the headwind that everyone faced this time around. I kept going slower and slower, my motivation to keep pedaling slowing draining away. Then I got finally got passed by the guy who started behind me (who went on to win our class). Always a nice feeling. His Specialized Stumpjumper, probably about 15-20lbs lighter than my Sunday, looked like a good choice of bikes at that point. I tried to chase him down, but I had nothing left.
It may sound like a drag, but I actually still had a good time. Overall the whole weekend was great. I got to ride a lot and hang out with a bunch of my friends. I enjoy the atmosphere at the races and I really enjoy practicing and racing with the guys in my class like Winston, Doublewide, and Scott. I also enjoy going out there with Carla and watching her improve and conquer her fears.
I've found my attitude has really changed over the course of this season's races. I was extremely disappointed with my performance at the first race, and I let that overshadow all the fun I had up until the moment I looked at the results sheet. By the fifth race, while still a little disappointed, I was able to laugh about my off course excursion and enjoy myself the entire weekend. Don't get me wrong, I'm still serious about doing well. I learn a lot each race, and I have a good idea how I will go about improving my performance next season. Most importantly, I won't let anything get in the way of having fun.