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Discussion in 'Sports' started by Zodiac, Jul 10, 2006.
...at least they're supporting the industry.
Congrats to 2whl-hoop and Ridge.
Way to go.
As I passed the aid station and entered the loop, I could feel the toll of the cumulative miles wearing me down. My body and mind were not as sharp or responsive as they were just a few hours prior. Suddenly, small errors would lead to over corrections and I’d take a spill in the mud or graze a tree just a little close for comfort. The final loop of rooty single track finally signaled that I needed to back off pushing my current pace. I could sense myself spiraling down to an inevitable meeting with an immovable object that would have no mercy on my transgression. This would mean abandoning my goal of 10 hours but I felt it necessary to avert any prideful attempts at grandeur and settle for simply finishing the course in one piece. Mother nature had plotted against us from the very first moment and I wasn’t about to challenge her any further…
Exiting the single track and outer loop gave me a veiled sense of relief as I could finally sense that I was on the return leg. At every aid station I would see riders sitting along the sidelines or loading up in vans as they had reached their breaking point. It was so tempting to simply stop pedaling… roll to a stop and dismount. Hang the bike on the rack and bask in the warmth of a dry van with heat and other like-minded souls weary from the day’s onslaught. No… I cannot bring myself to stop spinning. My legs ache, my back screams in revolt and my mind roils with every turn of the cranks. The hill seems to go on forever as I pedal squares at every turn. I stand to relieve my backside, then sit to ease my thighs and calves. Nothing is comfortable, nothing is enough to mitigate the ache that permeates every fiber… every muscle and tendon. Every rider I encounter shows the same grimace of determination and sheer mind-over-body willpower that can be called on in a time like this.
The hill finally eases off to a flat-ish road and we are immediately directed left into an overgrown, grassy and muddy descent into the bowels of a muddy hell. The path we are laid upon does not appear to have been traveled by anything for some time. It is not worn, has no evidence of use and simply degrades into a mixed slop that any pig would see as a veritable mecca of mud. It has the consistency of peanut butter and every revolution of the tire packs it thicker and heavier on the bike. Every component in the drive train is crushing and grinding through the muck. At the bottom of every hill lies a swamp of mud that grips the front tire like Velcro and attempts to wrench the bars from my hands. It is draining what energy I have left to maintain control and direction of the bike while slipping and spinning the rear tire through the mire. Habitual body English from years of riding motorcycles is keeping me upright in the bogs and low spots. Finally, I crest a hill and splash through a river that rises to the hubs. The mud almost rinses clean but the damage has been done and my legs are groaning worse than ever.
Fuck. After watching that, I can't BS myself any longer. I need to buy a helmet.
go ridge go !
Really appreciating the race report.
Got the mtb out for 20 mi today... Man am i outta shape on the mtb......LOL
The new ones are very light and very vented. Unlike what I started riding with in the late 80s.
I've been riding with a helmet on so long, it feels weird to not wear one.
Oh, and no matter what your Mom sez, your head is NOT as hard as a rock. I've got the scars to prove it.
I bought a cheapie when I started road riding, but it sucked so bad to wear, I tossed it on day one. I've got all the excuses down, don't ride in traffic, don't ride real fast(I did hit 40 on a downhill last week, first time for that! ), never ride dusk till dawn, etc. But, that might just not be enough some day.
Worst part is, I've been making a mental list of things I need for a year now. New shoes would be nice, but new cleats are really needed. I could use a new pair of riding shorts or bibs since the damned dog chewed up a pair last fall. Hell, who knows what else I'll find I need when I get to the store.
Get a good lid. Safety is one thing, but quality helmets are so much easier to ride in.
I forget mine is even there when I ride.
Did you get banned?
Racing is the only way to determine the winner of a race though, and that's what racing is all about.
What ya got?
Well, I had a Giro Aeon, but someone decided that they needed it worse than me one day. I was running after my bike ride, and my bike was locked in the truck, but the helmet was just sitting in the bed and someone plucked it.
I have the Bell Array now. Both helmets were stupid light, and very comfortable.
I have a Specialized Max helmet I got a few years ago, XXL... fits me WAY better than most any other moderate priced helmets. In motorcycles, I wear an Arai Signet in XL, thats the long oval shape, as my crown is quite large front to rear.
I have a Crud Products Fast Fender on my MTB. It does look a little "wannabe DHer", but works like a freakin' charm! Another guy I ride with has one too, and he says it works better than the downtube mounted kind.
As far as helmets are concerned, I have a Louise Garneau that I bought on close out from Huck N' Roll (before they were bought out). I think I paid 20 dollars or so for a helmet that retailed for 75! Anyway, it is much better than anything I could have picked up from Walmart or Academy. I would have bought from the LBS, but they had nothing of this quality discounted so much.
This particular helmet is not available any longer, but I can certainly see the appeal of a nicer helmet. Basically, it is the same argument as with motorcycle helmets. They will all pretty much help protect your head, but it is the comfort and the little things that set apart the better brands.
Ridge, again great job! Both on the ride, and ride report.
Nice. I like their package deal on the 29er page.
Thanks, will finish it up today.