The Annual SF Bay Area night race was upon us. It is high school football all over again…although I can’t say I ever even played high school football. I played soccer instead…and being from Marin, mountain biking. My mom thought these sports were much safer. I tell you what…no sport is safe when you are kid. Everything is 100 mph with no safety nets. We didn’t even have helmets back then…What!??? Absurd! Another absurd fact….I don’t have any pictures for this blog posting. Seems there weren’t many photogs there for this race or I just can’t find them on the web. What gives?
Well, I did find a couple….here is Men’s Elite winner Scotty Chapin. He just crushed the competition from the start….and on a single speed.
The Mustache Rides Again!
Not to be outdone by testosterone – Ellen Sherill with the win for the ladies and Rock Lobster
My day started about 8 hours earlier when I was the first person to arrive in the team tent area. I knew this was going to be a long day. It is fun though to hang out and see all the characters (my cross breathern). I usually sell some swag and eat some good bbq as people tend to make this a party. Well, more of a party than a usual race. Lucky for me too that I looked at the schedule. The Master’s A race usually started at 7pm, right before the Elites. This year they bumped it to 5pm…right at dusk. The sun just set over the hills so we didn’t have really bad lighting.
I got a second row start which was good considering I had all those mechanicals last race. I had a great start and was sitting pretty good after 1/2 lap. Then, I got Brock Dickie’s seat caught in my saddle when he tried to ride the one-stair run up and failed. At that point the big three were off (Robinson, Swanson and Coates). The follow group was up to 5 or 6 riders. Slowly they started to fade like the setting sun. Mayne missed his call up then had a mechanical right in front of me so I had to chase the gap down. Then, I let someone I didn’t know pass me in a tight turn. Cost me my race later in the lap because he crashed (full spread of body and bike) in front of me. I had nowhere to go, but over his rear wheel. That gapped me off the chase group and I was alone the rest of the race. Worst part…Dickie had a mechanical and then there were three guys for 4th and 5th. It could have been me and my first podium ever in the BASP. Instead I settled for 7th…again. Not sure how many times I have been in 7th, but at least 7 times in the past 3 years. Someday…..
I drowned my sorrow’s in one of Tim’s famous bleu chees stuffed burgers and the world was right again. More pictures next time I promise….