I'm having a good season at Buck it seems. Don't know if the competition is getting weaker or I'm getting stronger but I've been able get in the top 15 now three times.
Last week's race was on the tail of a bunch of rain so the course, though tacky, was a bit squirmy in some corners. I got an absolute horse dookie start (again) and probably over half the pack was in front of me into the single track. This served to make me a little angry only further fueled by being stuck behind a bunch of slower riders through that first section. When I hit the paved climb at the top I had enough motivation to put it in the big ring and hammer the whole way up making up at least 10 to 15 spots. The rest of the race I just concentrated on making up time and was closing in on CJ into the last lap. With about 1/3 of a lap to go I caught my front tire in some deep, wet sand in the single track and supermanned with my bike in tow. Right on my head too friggin' pedal still clipped in. I always feel like a disabled turtle with the combo of bike on top, shoe clipped in, riders bearing down. Anyway, when as I got going I realize my seat was at about 45 degrees making for not such a smooth pedal stroke. Too bad though cause the two dudes I passed earlier were now hooked on my wheel. I rode this out for a while till I yank the seat a bit straighter and kept pushing on. Out of my rhythm now these guys were hangin' on and both tried to sprint past just before the last big downhill. I saved it knowing I needed to be first into the last climb. When we hit that climb it was an all out, wheel to wheel sprint all the way in the gate. In fact the score table had to come clarify our numbers. That's a good finish.
The rest of the night I spent picking sand out of my hair...
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