So yeah, the race.
I thought I was gunning for what I thought would be my first sub-nine hour time (even with the addition of more miles). I'm stupid. I didn't realize I had already done it twice.
So I didn't break nine hours this go around. What did I do?
I brought my own plate.
I hung out with friends.
The Silly Cap Club
The race really is just an excuse to get together with good people and celebrate the ending of the "season." It will be the thing I miss the most come next Labor Day. I would just go up and volunteer, but I'm allergic to doing nice things for others. Regardless, I still hold the SM100 as the standard that all hundies can only hope to live up to. It's just that good, but I'm just that lé tired.
I rode rigid.
I did one flabongo for the sake of tradition, or at least in the name of trying to sustain a very young tradition.
I came home with a most excellent prize for my 9th place. I was all ready to walk away from the schwag, not wanting to grab another trinket that will collect dust in my bike room or need given away, not needing a tire hot patched with anything other than Maxxis... but then I grabbed a small disheveled box that had been overlooked by countless others. What I got is freaking sweet, and it's all mine. Enough said, so I don't hurt someone's feelers for not being more observant.
In the interest of making next year more differenter than years before, I will be dropping SM100, as well as ORAMM... who knows what else. I may end up doing two other Chris Scott events though, the Dragon's Tale (37 miles) and the Iron Mountain 100k. Too long have I booked my "season" well in advance, forgetting all about these races just a few hours from my house. No more.
All 2013 images in this post are from the folks, all right, Thom at Dirt Wire TV. Check it out. Plenty of interviews with the really fast people as well as chuts like Watts.
I seem to remember monster trucking up that climb that he says I "rabbit walked." On the other hand, I didn't realize he finished before dark. Good for him.