dawn till dusk till doom

we got there friday night and it was raining, it had been raining for a while, and it was going to be raining for a while. my camper shell leaked and got most of my stuff real wet, and i was sleeping in there, so i was also damp come morning.

i put back a bunch of beers to help me sleep, it only sort of worked.

morning took a long time to come, then it came, and it was dark and cold and rainy.
the race started as purported at 7:14am, sunrise, dawn.

the pineapple has never done an actual, sanctioned mountain bike event before, and bets had been place about my results. when would linden (a co-worker, friend, and mountain bike pro) lap me, how many times, and if i actually beat her (not really possible) it was said that andy (coworker, friend, and said mountain bike pro’s boyfriend) had to eat his shirt. i was really looking towards the possibility of andy eating his shirt. but deep down linden is fitter, better, pro. i had no chance.

the race started cold and wet and continued that way, i wore out my front brake pads on the first lap, due to wet sand and poor planning. it was a day that only a real moron, or someone who had paid 75 dollars to race would be out riding. and dammit i had paid and dammit i wanted my money’s worth. after lap 1 i went right out for lap 2, after lap 2 i was feeling ok, after lap three i was in a deep dark place. my forth lap i rebounded and the partially flooded course had become more flooded and sloppy, creek crossings are a rarity for the arizona mountain biker, and in that lap i think there were 6 active creek crossings, the water was cold and obviously wet. when the forth lap finished i was still 20 minutes or so from the cut-off and had time for a fifth.

at this point i was out of dry shorts, my positive mental attitude was failing, and figured i had gotten my moneys worth. i bagged it, put on dry clothes, and started putting beers back.

results: linden (ended up 2nd in women’s solo single speed) lapped me on my forth lap, and in the end beat me by two full laps. andy did not have to eat his shirt. the high note, however, i clawed my way into a top ten spot (7th). the men’s solo single speed category never saw me coming, and my mantra proved true; slow and steady finishes somewhere towards the middle.

the weather was awful and in the days following my hips hurt.

was it worth it? maybe.

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About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

7 thoughts on “dawn till dusk till doom

  1. the only mountain bike race i have ever done where they re-routed the course around a rocky section to make it “more safe”
    it was a sad day from mounatin biking and i was embarassed to be a part of it
    fuck those suburban, uptight white, roadie kit wearing fucks…
    but it was still fun as hell to ride in the rain and i got pleasantly drunk while on course
    win some, ya loose some

  2. Ok peeps, I did Sea Otter waaaaaaaaaaay fucking back in the
    day.. sheep on the course,, not for playing with.. hehe but it
    was like when the Sea Otter was just starting.. REAL XC racing
    hike in bike sections.. hella hard.. Ned/Tinker/Tomac days..

    Now its just all glam..
    Joe

  3. We still love ya babe.

    Even if you can’t deliver pics of people eating shirts, Google Image Search will suffice. :)

  4. …i’m just glad he said shirts, not, well, you know what i mean after the other day…

    …sheesh, just sayin’…