Waterville Valley:
Despite being far away, rumor has it that WV was very fun. I wasn't there, but Mike Wissell, Ryan Brazell, and Harrison Seiler all participated. Mike rolled a tubular, died, and came back to life, and managed to fight back to 4th place. CX newcomers Ryan and Harrison both had respectable finishes; 12th and 6th respectively.
12 Hours of Bradbury Mountain
Newly minted Cat 1 racer Lori Kohls finished her MTB season with a victory in the Open Women's Solo 12 hour category. Totally badass. She completed 9 laps over 11:22:12, setting a 1:15 pace per lap.
Sucker Brook Cross
I really enjoy racing at noon. It gives me so much time to prepare. The only downside is that it gives me too much time to prepare.
Dave Stallings, Bethany, and I endured the 1-hour trip together. As we arrived, Erik Petterssen and Ryan were packing up to go home. Erik got 13th at his first ever cross race, and pretty much the first ride on his new bike. Ryan placed midpack, at 38th. Fellow teammate Nick Maggiore was one of his "victims." Apparently, Nick went to elementary school at the host location, where he was told to never return. So much for that. Harrison placed 27th, and joined our merry gang as we warmed up a bit for the 3 race.
We didn't get to warm-up on the course, which was a bit of a drag, but fortunately it was exactly the same as last year. I managed to get a good starting position near the front.
The start was a bit of a fiasco. A start whistle blew before the course tape had been lifted from the start area. Everyone stopped a bit confused. The race ended up starting where everyone stood. Unfortunately, I now stood two rows back. Oh well.
I fought my way back to the front, though I burned a lot of matches to get there. At one point I was 2nd, trying to gain ground on Cory Lowe. I kept losing ground in the sand pit (like, totally sucking in the sand put), and ended up gaining and losing positions that way for a while.
With two laps to go, I was lagging a bit behind, and Colin Reuter issued some heckling, to the effect of, "What kind of mountain bike racer are you, not totally winning? Want a danish?" At the mention of danish, I took a turn with a bit too much gusto and laid the bike down. My left brake hood was all turned around, I bashed it back into place a bit, and soldiered on.
I felt much slower that last lap, and was a bit worried since my front brake didn't seem to be working. I later found out that it actually had been working the entire time, as my brake lever had shifted down and pulled on the cable. Yeah, a little bit of resistance training doesn't hurt, but that was absurd.
I finished off in 9th place, which was a very satisfying result considering my mishaps.
Not content with the damage I had already inflicted, I took advantage of the $10 second race offer and jumped into the Pro 1/2/3 race. I held on for 40 or so minutes, until my front derailer cable slipped, eliminating my big ring. I figured I'd save my bike any more abuse, and dropped out of the race. I felt good though, and by then had figured out what I was doing wrong in the sand pit.
Someone got a good picture of my butt. Enjoy.