Cascadia
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- Location
- Orem, Utah
I didn't have your back. The only 5 parking spots at the entire place were taken by you and your trailer.
That was quite the experience... I haven't yet determined if I should call it good or bad yet.
I thought I'd share my general report on it.
Going down, I knew I had a sputter in the top end, but couldn't get it figured out.
The flag dropped, and I felt like I took off like a jet. I felt I was very quick off the line, but it was very short lived, as my bike simply couldn't put the power out and to the ground. I ended up towards the back of the pack.
The dust was incredible! I hit 2 or 3 washes because I couldn't see them, but narrowly missed many more. Around the 3 mile mark, I cut around someone on a rocky ledge, and caught my GoPro on a tree and ripped it off. It's now lost forever.
At about 6 miles, I completely lost all the fluid in my rear brake, so it was completely dead. Some where about then I also got a rear flat tire. I have a pretty hard tire carcass, so I continued on.
At about 9 or 10 miles the sandy, rutted whoops finally let up for a minute.
There was rocky steep climb next. It were littered with 20 or so people that were struggling. It was a lot of fun to be able to walk right up it without much trouble.
As we were in the large rocky ups and downs, I became quickly obvious that a front brake only is not a sufficient was to go down hill. I would lean waaaay back and mash on the front brake. Sometimes it would not be enough, and I would just point and hope for the best. Other times it slowed me down, but would then over heat, and lose it ability to stop. Again it became point and hope for the best. About mile 27 ish we started onto soft dirt hill climbs, and hit super soft sand after the gas check at mile 30. My bike was not up for the challenge of the sand because of the sputter. It took all I could give to get up one of them. At the top, I ripped my helmet off because the puke was coming! I sat at the top for about 20 minutes trying to decide wether to puke or pass out. Directly in front of me was an additional hill, and I watch as one ofter another whiped out, wheelied over, or even whisky throttle off the edge. I knew if I went any farther I would end up needing rescue. I didn't have the physical ability to finish. I was done.
I headed back to the nearest road crossing and back to the pits.
I figure even if I had been able to continue, I had at least 2 hours to go. I saw about 20 people still behind me when I turned around, but I was near the back of the pack for sure. To make everything worse, my second camera failed to save the video file when the battery died, so I have no photo or video of any of the race.
I think I claim about 50% of the DNF on my lack of physical ability, and about 50% on bike failure and the energy I spent trying to ride it in its poor state.
Some things I have learned:
-My super awesome suspension that I LOVE for slow rocky, Moab style riding is NOT sufficient for higher speed racing. I was bouncing and bottoming out the entire time.
-being able to pas so many people on the technical challenges shows me that I have the skill to ride, but am seriously lacking in the stamina part (but then again, my wife ha said that for years!)
-I am not good at all in rutted sandy whoops... Which made up a huge portion of the race.
-The way I usually ride involves many many stops. I need to change that so that it will build endurance.
Nice ride. Won't be long before you are consistently in the top 10.Then results came out and I got 3rd over 30 amateur and 19th overall amateur, so I'm happy and I'll be back out there!
Well..For Harrison and I the Rhino Rally is over and in the books. My barely 15 year old beat me. I didn't let him either. He has been getting faster and faster every time we go out and he has gotten really good in the technical stuff. We were both on the second row on the start but got in the middle pretty good. I thought I was ahead of him a little so I wasn't pushing it too hard because I was a little worried that this being his first BIG BIKE race and being 15 for only 2 weeks I was being a little protective. I never saw him until around mile 15 when he was off the side sitting on his bike with his helmet off. I pulled up and before I could say anything he said he crashed hard into the rocks and he hurt his shoulder. His jersey was all ripped up and you could see a crack on his shoulder pad. I asked if he thinks he broke anything and he said no so I told him to put his helmet on and get his ass going unless he needed his mom to kiss him better. He couldn't get his bike started I told him to get off so I could get it going. He was in 3rd or 4th so it wouldn't get turning fast enough. I got it fired and gave it back to him and he took off and I after him. I pretty much stayed with him and then we went through the wash and up the little hill before the first bike black rock hill that was killing a lot of riders. Harrison and I both flew up that one and actually that whole next technical section is where the two of us shine. The ass kicker for me was the last section of big sandy whoops. For some reason the killed me. I was tired though and my forearms were burning pretty good.
So Harrison placed 146th overall, 5th in his 125 novice class and 22nd overall with the novices(106 novices). His time was 2 hrs 50 min 26 seconds
I placed 155th overall, 2nd in my 50 and over novice class and 29th overall with the novices. My time was 2 hrs 54 min and 02 seconds
I'm proud of Harrison's performance. I think with some more time racing he will get to where he will really compete and considering that he just moved up to the big bikes and this is really only his second ever race. He raced Firebird two years ago on his CRF150RB. I think had he gotten back up quickly he could have placed but thats racing for you. He's excited for the next race, me, not so much. This fat boy has to lay off the cake so I can compete more.
I asked if he thinks he broke anything and he said no so I told him to put his helmet on and get his ass going unless he needed his mom to kiss him better. He couldn't get his bike started I told him to get off so I could get it going.