South of the Mason-Dixon line
the definition of "fast flowing single track" is significantly
different then up North. Down here it means sections of single track mixed with
rock gardens, roots and mud. Never-the-less it was an
opportunity to go out and get in a 4 hour race, have some fun and drink a
few beers. Still feeling the effects of the Cape Epic I rode at a conservative
pace, running most of the race in mid pack. My finishing position looked secure
until a flat less then a half mile from the finish along with a terrible job at
changing the tire let 5 riders get by. The result - a beer immediately upon crossing
the line, 20th out of 35 and 3rd in single speed. Not what I was hoping for but
not a total loss either, at least I brought a suspension fork and made
life a bit more plush!
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