For all of the fans out there, there are not one, but two race reports from this weekend. Early this Sunday morning Nico Toscani and I, Gino Felino, set out for a battle of epic proportions against the marathon field at Rim Wrecker and the driving wet forces of mother nature. We encountered much rain along the drive, but mother nature gave us a brief respite for the start of our race.
I believe they're were a dozen or so competitors in the marathon class today looking to take on the weather and the trail. Nico and I felt quite confident in our wrist-snapping capabilities today, but just to be sure we downed 2 delicious PBRs at the start line while waiting for 11am to roll around. We then found a good receptacle for the waste in the form of Bobby Underpants who was quite mellow today. Perhaps fearful of a wrist-snapping for acting up.
At 11am we were off, heading down the gravel road, water already spraying us in the face, but I was feeling pretty good, with Nico just a little ahead of me. I think we made it a few hundred yards before Marshall Lawson in DRJ disguise had his first mechanical. Unfortunately it was not to be his last today. Nor the last out on the trail today.
The first lap went pretty smooth. Everything was pretty wet, slick and soggy with standing water on numerous parts of the trail though. For the second lap Mother Nature decided to take up a notch and bring back the rain. A good steady, cold rain. Now the trail was turning into a series of flowing streams interspersed with mud bogs getting churned up by tire after tire tearing trough them. Towards the end of that lap I reached Mr Toscani who had been a little ahead of me ever since the start. His brake pads were fried and he was riding brakeless. With nothing I could do I continued on churning through the water and muck.
By the time of my third lap the rain had stopped, but the course was the wettest and boggiest it had been and the going was slow. In the middle of that lap I didn't see another rider and with the beating my hands were taking and trying to hold on with rain soaked gloives I was churning along pretty slow, but I made it to the finish line still feeling pretty strong. There I learned I got second. Yes second. Most everyone else had stopped due to the conditions and broken bikes after 1 or 2 laps. Total number of wrists snapped: 11 (10 competitors, I think, sorry Nico; and mother nature). Nico did end up in what we guess might have been 4th or 5th. We're still awaiting the results.
This is what 2nd place looked like today:
Who knows how to get a jersey back to white?
This race was truly awesome though. I love riding in conditions like this. Unfortunately it's just not possible most of the time without absolutely destroying a trail.
Along the drive to the race and on the way back we encounterd an interesting fellow who goes by the name of Furby. He found us while we were leaving after having another outstanding meal at Dos Primos. We also spotted him earlier at the Tesson Ferry QT.
We'll ignore any parts missing on this vehicle, but how does one get mud stuck right in the middles of ones car? Fortunately this Furby can be a generous fellow and provided us with several beers througout the day to supplement or own PBR. Thanks for that. Also a congrats to Carey Edwards winner of the Marathon class, also on a singlespeed, and Dave Breslin who finally managed to finish 2 laps in a row at Council Bluff for the first time in a while and win the expert race.