Stage Three: Galbraith Enduro ~ 29.5 miles, 4,377 feet of climbing... not including an all new neutral approach from... I think somewhere near Cleveland, Ohio
Then I find out that Montalbano has a full suspension single speed in his back pocket. Dan has been killing the Enduro™ sections, only being bested by Matt Green most of the time.
Axel out-endurbled me the previous day. Spohn put a suspension fork on his Surly... could be interesting.
The plan? All I can say is that my mortality will never be forgotten. I will take zero risks. Many a sammich shall be consumed at the aid stations.
Wildcat. Enduro Four. Super gnar chunk and ends with a bang in a chunder tunnel. I will always remember the rock chute that I rode for the first time back at SSWC '05. I was rigid and 26" then, so no matter how horrible it looks, I remind myself that it will never be that bad again.
At the bottom, safe and sound. Aaron, Dr Jones, and I make our VERY LONG way back to the car... and food and beer.
Feeling slightly victorious (I not ded), I drink a couple beers and finish Aaron's "leftover" beer at Home D Pizza. Back at camp, victory celebrations continue into the evening, despite my non-podium placing.
DirtWireTV interview, but truly I only had myself to blame for not making something happen. Mike says he doesn't really drink beer, and I don't know where to find the two Matts. I pack some festive lubrications into a sack and seek out Dan and Doug in their hobo camp. We regale in out mid-pack glory with a few other camper folks.
Evening wheelie contest, skids, bunny hop competition, bike derby... somehow I end up with the megaphone.
Whoever put the megaphone in my hand should be arrested... or praised depending on how you look at it. I would say I was sorry, but...
when there are mashed potatoes, someone has to stick a dick in them.