Day 1 I felt like a garbage truck..... which sucked because PG and AW felt like Lambo's. I somehow managed to gap enough to the world that I followed a Bontrager Revolt and finished one of the crappiest days I have felt on the bike in a long time. (note: My ho hum cold was not so ho hum today). PG managed to pull my arse to the finish line in one piece and in first place.
Day 2 was a flip of day one, I felt good and PG started good, but after a broken chain and a crash that made me clench my cheeks he was a friggin train reck for the rest of the stage. Toss in more mud, swamp and bog's then I think I have ever tackled and you had a damn hard day in the saddle. We lost a handful of minutes to the 3rox duo of DZ and TW today.
Day 3 we knew was going to hurt from the gun so we went right to work and with not much to lose other then to try and pull every trick in the "roadie tactics manual". We were both feeling great and only one hour into the day we managed to flat and bust a carbon derailer. The 3rox boys were still riding strong enough that with two mechanicals in a 2.5hr stage we had little chance to catch them, let alone put the 5 min into them that we needed to, to take the big "W".
It was a blur of a weekend that everyone that pedals a bike farther then to the corner store should give a go. Who know's, it may float your boat, or was it float your bike?
Kidding aside, it was epic! and without the help of all the volunteers and staff from chico racing such a bad ass event wouldn't be possible!
Thanks!
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