12 Hours of Mesa Verde 
Thursday, May 7, 2015, 05:03 PM - Weekend Fun
On Weds, the ARMC crew got to work with the BCFD/BCSO Rotary Team to figure out how to package for hoist operations. We also checked out the chopper.




Thursday, Folks got together for a chill south foothills MTB ride and pizza dinner at Bonnie's.




Friday, we drove up to Cortez and camped out. The weather was cold and wet. In the morning it was 35 degrees and snowing lightly. I was on the starting line scraping mud out of my bike cleats minutes before the starting blast went off. It was an honor to be the lead-off rider for Josiah and my duo team, VaJayJoe. The start of the race involved a sprint to our bikes, so I did my best to get to the front of the group before clicking in; I did fairly well and was in the top 50 people or so of ~400 teams leaving the staging area. I hit the gas to hit the trails in good position but entered the singletrack breathing hard. At mile 5 the fat snow started dumping hard, but the course was tons of fun - great flowy singletrack with small rocky obstacles and some spots of exposure. By mile 8, the race was spacing out and I was riding at a normal pace and my sunglasses were fogged up so I put them in the collar of my shirt. Not much longer I caught my backpack on a low tree branch, ripping my mesh pocket with my garage clicker (stupid) and flinging my glasses somewhere. I was in tight trees with people behind me, so I just kept riding. The mud was really getting insane by mile 10 and I could barely ride large sections without fishtailing everywhere. Some people were taking the decents really slow--which was driving me crazy--but ultimately kept me on the trail, which is probably a good thing. In the rib cage I was stranded behind someone riding the brakes but for the last 5 miles I was mostly clear and just struggling to keep the bike moving in the right direction. A one point, I couldn't make a climb and as soon as I put my foot down it slid in the mud and I fell on my bike. The final drop back to the starting line went well and I was happy to be turning to torch over to my teammate, but when I got there they said there was a 2 hour delay. I got in at 1:40ish and in those conditions, I thought that was a solid effort. I hosed my bike off for a long while and went to warm back up in the tent while the other two teams came in.






At noon, they cancelled the race. We had spaghetti and beer, and most racers headed home. We decided to camp another night, so we could ride the course in the morning. The storm broke and we had slow races (trackstand practice), an RV party with Mike and Tammy, and a great camp fire. In the morning everyone went out for a ride, but my bike was in no shape to make another full lap with chain rust and dirt so I bailed after 6 miles.





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