I can't begin to share all the goodness that transpired, it has to be experienced to be believed! There are so many good folks involved in our sport, I feel blessed to be part of it.
Friday began with final course prep and setting up the Start/Finish and awards area. Mike C and I were busy hanging banners, organising, and racing to beat the impending scattered thunder showers. We were fortunate that Phil, a mountain bike enthusiast travelling from Durango to New Hampshire had stopped in to ride and voluntarily threw himself into the fray to assist with preparations. Phil was so taken with the Knob and our mission there that he hunkered down and stayed the night, returning to race with us the next day. A great guy that epitomises the folks that me driving forward in this game.
Saturday morning dawned clear and dry, with dust filling the air as I cruised down the Knob drive at 0530 after a final check on preparations. Off to the FD I went as I had to work til noon before heading to the race.
By race time, the sun was in full force and we had a tremendous turnout; from our first kids race of the year to the cross county event, everyone was equipped with a smile and enthusiasm. We had over 25 kids take part in the kids race, with distances varying from a drag race for the little guys to the final third of the xc course for the older kids. Medals, prizes and applause met their efforts.
The cross country race contained 148 racers, from old vets of the course to first timers. The mild winter was evident in the fitness of the riders, as we had blistering fast lap times for the first race of the year, with the fastest being thrown down by Expert Stevie Twining at 30:40 for the near 7 mile course.
Impressive as that was, I was moved more by the first time racers, many of whom were pushing their limits like never before. The desire to excel and push themselves was inspiring, regardless of the final time logged. We had racers from afar join us...Phil from Durango, Mike from Chicago, and pictured below, Andy from To-Le-Do, a little known city from the far north west...
I also want to give a shout out to our many racers who took our call to move up in class to heart, as your willingness to further challenge yourself opened up opportunities for those in the lower classes to taste personal and podium success. You know who you are and I'm proud of ya :)
Following the XC race, we had our annual WooTown Single Speed Challenge; a just for fun race 3 times around the kids course, interspersed with amusing challenges. This year, we had 20 bold participants, from age 8 to 50+...fun knows no age boundaries! Our racers began by forming a circle, taking off their shoes and tossing them into a pile in the middle. They were then spun for 20 seconds with their eyes closed before being released to find their shoes and run to their bikes...
(Steve Twining spinning his son Russel)
(The shoe Dash!)
Once equipped with shoes and wheels, it was a dash around the kids course and through the water hazard, an area where 15 kids armed with squirt guns mercilessly shot our contestants as they rode past. Then it was into the pits for the first challenge...consume 6 Saltine crackers and a spoonful of peanut butter sans drink. Not an easy task, just ask Jarod...
Back on the bikes, the racers completed a second lap, then came into the pits for a Sponsor Challenge, brought to you by Chamois Butter. Each racer was given a small cup full of Chamois Butter and a dash of Japanese hot sauce to liberally apply to their bodies. Where they put it was up to them, but let's just say the crowd was quite vocal, both in encouragement and dismay, by the location chosen by our participants, as evidenced here by Kalten...
Our winner, Zac Carmel, showed the dedication and sacrifice it takes to hold the Bad Ass MOFO trophy for the year, then it was QUICKLY off to the showers...
A stunning bonfire, ripping tunes by DJ K Wally, and socialising with friends made it a perfect ending to the day.
Unfortunately for me, I had to go back to work at the FD at midnight, then stayed for another 36 hours due to manpower shortages, finally arriving home late Monday night. Pretty much wasted yesterday doing some office work and resting up.
Thanks to Greg Breke and All Mountain Imaging for the photos that tell the story.