We were basically telling stories around a virtual e-campfire.
So, yeah. That whole thing is pretty much dead. So is talking about how dead it is. That's how dead it is.
On the topic of tooting my own horn. I've considered whether or not to write this post, but either for a lack of something else to blerhg about or just giving myself a moment of reflection... why not?
This weekend marks the tenth anniversary of the 2006 24 Hour Solo World Championships. Now, I won't normally be the first to bring it up in a conversation, but if you ask, yeth, I won the Single Speed class.
I could write quite the lengthy post about this, but since every sentence I add will just sound like one more note played on my tootin' horn, I'll wrap it up as quickly as I can.
I'm stoked that I got to enjoy the experience of sharing the course with the likes of Craig Gordon, Chris Eatough, Brandon Draugelis, Mark Hendershot, Ernesto Marenchin, Kelly Magelky, Yuri Hauswald, Sue Haywood, Rebecca Rusch, Louise "La Ruta Lou" Kobin, Monique "Pua" Sawicki and all around good guys Greg Martin, Jake Kirkpatrick, and Nicholas "Nick the Stick" Kindt.* It was also great going up against two competitors I totally respected in the 24 hour single speed world, Sean Sulllivan and Cameron Chambers. 2006 was truly zenith year for 24 Hour Solo racing, and being a part of that event was incredible.
I mean, they made a movie (essentially) about the race, so...
BTW: This is me following the camera man that's chasing Eatough and Gordon.
One more thing and that's it. I used to kinda mock the title I earned, referring to it as "world" champion. I guess I don't feel that way anymore. Chris Eatough has said that Conyers was the hardest course he has raced 24 hours on, but I'm sure that Gordon's riding so hard to beat him that Gordon ended up in the hospital also had something to do with increasing that difficulty.
So mebbe I can allow myself to take just a little bit of pride in what I did over those 24 hours, and...
photo cred: Charles MyrickWaiting for the magic hour when we could officially cross the line, Sean Sullivan (IF jersey) and I hung out and shared a beer. You can't tell from this picture, but it was a happy occasion.
Not the same topic, but something close... the idea of racing a mountain bike in circles for 24 hours sounds just as impossibly stupid to me now as it did back in '99 before I'd ever done one myself.
photo cred: Eric Wever? Bill Fehr?My first 24 hour race... on a team, oblivious to the concept of 24 hour solo and the woman flashing her breast parts in my direction.
It's sad that it's fallen outta fashion, but then again... Dual Slalom, Super D, NORBA Nationals... you name it. All almost or completely gone. Things change. I'm fine with that, although there is this slight part of me that thinks mebbe I should do another 24 hour race when I turn fifty (which is soon enough), but I plan on having that slight part of me surgically removed before then.
* There were others out there, and nothing against the age-groupers, but aside from the super young (U23) and super old (50+... yeah, almost as old as I am now, so I can call it "super old"), age grouping watered down the event in the name of making more money/boosting attendance ala USAC National events. The World Championships would have better bettered served with the addition of a duo category... mebbe four person teams.
But it was all the beginning of the end, so whatever now, I guess.
At least WEMBO sifted through the ashes of what 24 Hours of Adrenalin left behind and is trying to make something out of it that makes sense (the race doesn't stay in N America with a token, last minute jaunt to Australia). Huzzah and all that, even thought they're still doing the elites AND age groups... which still bothers me, but whatever.