the race was fun and funny as hell.


i was actually riding a borrowed chick's schwinn bike, w/ kickstand, plastic flat pedals, some oompaloompa 8ish# seat (which was the cadillacbombdiggity, btw). wore hiking boots, camo cargo pants, long john t, blue blockers, etc. we climbed for about 6 miles and then had to chug a beer we had to carry to the top - cheaper the better. my nectar du jour was a budweiser 22 ozer (chimay awaited us in the lot). d/h for about 3 miles, climb back up the other side, and then bomb all the way down about 5 miles. the trail was covered at the top in ice and the creek crossings were frigid.


my bike made the duration suffering only two wheels in dire need of truing, but a lot didn't. there were huffys, beach cruisers, 20" kids bikes with ape hangers, etc. time penalties were handed out for any bike modifications noticed. one guy rode out w/ 2 flats and a stoopid-loose headset the last 7ish miles. 3 bikes never made it down during the race (local riders'friends went up the next morning and got them) and one cat passed out on the mtn from being too drunk to continue. it was insane.