Wow that was a beating. We rode West/East Ridge Fri. Snowboarded Sat and raced Sun. Bad prep for a race me thinks. 
I had three weapons; a 31lb Enduro, a 28lb XC FS bike, and a 24lb rigid.
I chose the "road bike" (actually a rigid Scott Team Racing MTN bike). I just compounded mistakes for this event. We got there fairly late, no time to pre-run or warm up. I just had enough time to quick fuel.
The start was me watching everyone blast away after the first two miles, Joe's words ringing in my head "ease into it man". I had a pace that felt like 80% but that was not to last. My only riding mistake was a loose dirt climb that you had to turn 90 degrees for right after a slight down slope (with a 1 foot high speed bump in the middle). The guy in front stalled it, and I was not in the right gear, so we clipped out and ran up. Never again I told myself.
I faded pretty bad in the 2nd lap, a few from the other classes caught me, then I could not drop into my granny gear. This said to me, it's time to fuel again and soldier on. The middle of lap 2 I choked down some shotblocks, inhaled water and tried to keep momentum. Every climb the, old beat "road bike" surprised me. If I got the shift right I climbed easily, if I didn't I could still muscle it up. I was advised to "draft" by another racer while trying to keep pace on the road, when we got to the dirt climb he got dropped. At the start finish there was another climb, and every time this bike made it with ease. The last time, two guys were headed up the hill at the same speed, I had the momentum and decided to psychologically tweak them. I called out "up the middle" as I passed them between them like they were standing around bird watching.
The third lap I overtook the 19-34 women’s leader who faded a bit. Damn she could pedal, but on any down grade I stomped the pedals, hucked, and backed that rigid into turns, while I heard her faint braking squeal. The reprise of gapping someone on the down slope was short lived as she pedaled her way into sight again. I was her “rabbit” I guess, after the aggressive pass I made she would yoyo to within 100 yards.
The bike was awesome… (middle chainring all the way, 11-26, rigid forks, 2900grm wheelset.) not prepared for a race, but it pwned a few better rigs.
I had three weapons; a 31lb Enduro, a 28lb XC FS bike, and a 24lb rigid.
I chose the "road bike" (actually a rigid Scott Team Racing MTN bike). I just compounded mistakes for this event. We got there fairly late, no time to pre-run or warm up. I just had enough time to quick fuel.
The start was me watching everyone blast away after the first two miles, Joe's words ringing in my head "ease into it man". I had a pace that felt like 80% but that was not to last. My only riding mistake was a loose dirt climb that you had to turn 90 degrees for right after a slight down slope (with a 1 foot high speed bump in the middle). The guy in front stalled it, and I was not in the right gear, so we clipped out and ran up. Never again I told myself.
I faded pretty bad in the 2nd lap, a few from the other classes caught me, then I could not drop into my granny gear. This said to me, it's time to fuel again and soldier on. The middle of lap 2 I choked down some shotblocks, inhaled water and tried to keep momentum. Every climb the, old beat "road bike" surprised me. If I got the shift right I climbed easily, if I didn't I could still muscle it up. I was advised to "draft" by another racer while trying to keep pace on the road, when we got to the dirt climb he got dropped. At the start finish there was another climb, and every time this bike made it with ease. The last time, two guys were headed up the hill at the same speed, I had the momentum and decided to psychologically tweak them. I called out "up the middle" as I passed them between them like they were standing around bird watching.
The third lap I overtook the 19-34 women’s leader who faded a bit. Damn she could pedal, but on any down grade I stomped the pedals, hucked, and backed that rigid into turns, while I heard her faint braking squeal. The reprise of gapping someone on the down slope was short lived as she pedaled her way into sight again. I was her “rabbit” I guess, after the aggressive pass I made she would yoyo to within 100 yards.
The bike was awesome… (middle chainring all the way, 11-26, rigid forks, 2900grm wheelset.) not prepared for a race, but it pwned a few better rigs.
I wanna be that older kid that tackles them into a pile of dog poo and runs away with the football giving them the 
as I dance in the end zone
