UTRider convinced me to join him and Kris at the inaugural Full Throttle midweek race last night. It was an easy decision to skip DMV, as my road bike is at Racer’s being checked for a cause of the speed wobble problem. Good thing I skipped DMV, too, as a couple guys got tangled on the last lap and suffered badly.
At DMV, Steve managed to get 2nd place, behind Chad from Bicycle Center. Sam avoided the carnage for a 3rd place finish in his first attempt on that course. Trying to hang with those guys provides good motivation to train hard and eat right.
As for my race, I figured since it was mostly singletrack that it was important to go out fast and get the hole shot. I did and managed to hold the lead for about half of the first lap. I kept it in the big ring too long, burned up my legs and got passed about halfway up the climb. I never saw the guy again until I crossed the finish line.
The descent was challenging but fun. I saw Bob as I came around one corner. He claimed he was “just resting” but the scrapes and bumps obvious after the race suggested otherwise.
On lap two, I continued to suffer from my overly aggressive start—and from Monday for that matter—and got passed by two more racers. I never lost sight of them but never had the legs to catch back on and had to settle for fourth.
Afterwards, UTRider asked me whether I prefer racing on the road or the MTB. It’s hard to say. On the mountain bike, the guy who pushes the hardest wins. On the road bike, the guy who pushes the least during the race and has the freshest legs at the end usually wins. I guess when the hard effort is rewarded, I prefer the MTB. But last night, I really wanted someplace to hide.