I accomplished the first 3.
If you've never been to Love Valley, NC... It is an experience like no other, especialy if you're not expecting it. The ride was excellent up to the point where shotgun blasts and revving muscle car engines outnumbered cricket chirps... and the town was super fun until... the fisticuffs 25' from the van door at 2:30am.
To quote Sonni D. 'Gotta love the honky-tonk saloon (the Silver Spur) that the post-race meal/awards/warmth took refuge in. You got the sense that, a mere 10hours before, this joint was the weekly go-to for hundreds in a line-dancing, "I'm still-20 & it''s still the 70's", Urban-Cowboy meets Dalla-Buyer-Club kind of way.' Oh yeah. it definitely was....
Then, a few hours later, I helped time the rainiest event since P55'13. BTW, I live for this type of weekend. Thanks for having me, Cam.
Hi! I was wondering who that was that snapped the photo of my gnarly face blood after the race.
ReplyDeleteGlad to have it documented... I guess. Some stitches, fractured nose, fractured hand, but a week later I'm back on the trainer. It'll be a little longer until I can ride gravel again. I ultimately decided it was hypothermia/numb arms and hands that took me down n the last descent. I was still in shock when you took that pic, and definitely had hypothermia bad when the medic guy took over. Still... fun race. Glad I finished. Thanks for your help putting it on!