The day of the ride started off with temperatures close to freezing, so the first fifteen or twenty miles were spent alternately commenting on the gorgeous forest scenery and struggling to open packaging for ride snacks with numb fingers. Thankfully, as the sun came up . . .
There are fit dudes and there are California fit dudes. I thought I was a fit dude. I’ve had good winter training. I’m hitting my targets. Then I toed the line at Bonelli Park and found out I was not a California fit dude.
Skip the lines for reg and get all your questions answered ahead of time!
Only finished half the race, was doing okay, ended up going to the hospital.
Fat bikes are in full swing! Each year it seems to be getting bigger. With more options from weekly and monthly group rides to organized race series and pop-up races in peoples backyards. So far the snow has not been a factor in the southern Midwest. but that does not stop the festivities. You don't have a fat bike? Most of the race series provide a rental service you can reserve in advance.
It’s a brave new dawn at the Autobahn, essentially a fancy country club, but instead of golf holes, it has a motor racing track. We have the whole place. To. Our. Selves. And that includes the full length course.
But ho hey, this is being classed as a road race. So we know what that means. Yes, half way around the meandering but fully blocked off course is a little kicker of a hill. A 30 sec leg burner that will leave the rider gasping. The rest of the course is lots of left right lefts along suburban streets giving a breakaway a chance to get out of sight
Crash. The sound of carbon and rider hitting the deck and sliding. Just ahead.
One has overcooked a turn, collected another and two more pile right in. I'm just behind. Brake. Swerve with surprising coolness over to the inside. Dodge the loose bike that slides across the road . . .