While Greg & I had a break in Wodonga, on our way to race the Otway-300 in Victoria, we managed to chase down Adam Hunter and Belgium rider, Kim Raeymaekers, in Kiewa.
Unbeknowns to us that at that time the tragic Monaro highway accident had already happened.
This years Kowalski was initially rained out and postponed, luckily as the new date ended up with perfect HERO-Dirt.
3FIDI had some results, and 3 representatives… James Hall, Ray Marcello and Bleeksie.
Due to the postponement the numbers had dropped to about 900, still pretty good competition in all the categories.
In the 50km, James managed 1st on his single speed, even after he dropped his chain about 26 “thousand” times.
Bleeksie managed to sneak on the 100km podium for 3rd in the 50+, and still a respectable 15th overall.
Ray enjoyed his roll around Sparrow.
A few of us, James & Stacie and family, Harri & Libby, Sue & Denys and myself (Bleeksie) went to compete in the re-scheduled Tathra Enduro on the weekend of the 28th August, which also happened to be Stacie’s 40th (uhum) birthday…. WOOHOO, party!
The weather was super kind to us with temperatures of 6 to 20 degrees… awesome.
Stacie rode her first ever MTB race on the Saturday, 20 km (respect!), having a little off by clipping a tree (looser!) when James & family diverted her concentration with some hackling from the side-lines.
Also Kids races galore with lots of future athletes and the longer distance events on the Sunday.
James & I rode part of the course early Saturday morning and were amazed at how well the coastal tracks had held up to the preceding weeks of rain, couldn’t find more than 2 puddles but could find plenty of scary narrow tree pass-throughs.. YIKES!
Later that morning the sleepy-heads did their recon ride, quite casual for all of us with the hardest thing being to avoid a sunburn and that extra glass of wine on Saturday evening… huh, what race tomorrow??
There was plenty of shuffling of race distance entries and by the end of Saturday it appeared all shuffles were downgrades and I was the only one of the house left riding the full 75km event!
Don’t they realise that in the 75km you can relax a little, it just means longer in the saddle… or was it!?
The 75km start time meant I was the first of the household to roll out, nice of others to wake and send me off with the other 75km’ers. It felt fairly good for the first 2km sticking with the lead 9 riders, then when they actually started racing the speed went up and I though…ouch, still 73km to go let’s slow it down a little. Many riders passing me the next 5 km then settling into a steady rhythm and no more being passed.
After the pass through the HQ around 45km mark, I still felt good and put a little more pressure on the pedals, this saw me collect and pass riders every few km.
I did meet plenty of those narrow tree pass-through again, clipping 4 of them with a little YELP! and a PHEW! each time.
Not realising I passed the leader in my category at around 4km to go, I just kept riding my own pace, just keeping the cramps at bay… maybe 1 large water bottle and 3 gels isn’t quite enough for 75km! Anyway, every was going well until I met the last narrow tree pass-through just in front of a log roll-over… Clipped the tree, front wheel stopped by the log, meanwhile my body goes up into the air and, as I was still hanging on to the bars, I summersaulted hitting the ground with head, hip, knee twist….. SHIT, what just happened? Where am I? What are those bike tools, phone, gel wrappers doing on the track?
Another rider came up to me making sure I was ok, I told him I would be fine and to go and that I was just going to rest for a bit then continue. Gathering my personal belongings and stuffing them back into my jersey pockets, grab my bike and OOOPS! Something wrong with the front wheel, looks like it hit the log sideways and potato chipped it, blowing the tyre off in the process and cracking the carbon rim…. damn, un-rideable. I look on my Garmin and it says 69km, F#$K! that’s another 6 kms to go.
I rack my bike on the shoulder and start running, ouch, everything is sore, I hobble, pause, walk, shuffle my way to the finish, many of the riders I passed passing me again, plus a few extras. Ah well, just want to finish. Luckily the Garmin had missed a few KMs due to the tight single-tracks and the finish was at 71km… phew, made it!
Not only made it, but still hung onto 2nd in category.
Libby and James also managed 2nd in their categories, and Sue managed a 1st.
Harri a respectable 5th and Denys … what can I say, well done for coming along! 🙂
Now we were ready to PARTY! Bring on the celebratory champagne and awesome food and all important cake.
If you have a cross bike, by the time next season’s cross series start, then you should have a go at looping around a small area (ca. 2.7 – 3km per loop) as it’s hard but lots of fun afterwards when the pain subsides 🙂
Amazing how many more cross bikes there were even compared to the start of the season.
It all begins very relaxed (while waiting for the start whistle) then it’s max heart rate until you finish….. now. tell me that is not a good feeling.
Thanks to VixenPR for photos