I remember Mountwood being a hot and nauseating heat last year and conditions were looking the same for this season. The trails are fast, flowing and not too technical. Comparable to north or boyce park but with a bit more climbing in my opinion. Since there’s no time like the present, let’s get this race season started!
The expert field pushes off and wouldnt ya know.. I’m the LAST one in the single track. Nothing I havent experienced many, many… many times before. I’m going to roll with the turtle mentality and “plan” to pick off a few hares later in the race. Right. I proceed.. alone.. and focus on finding some rhythm hoping for a solid pace before the sport class starts chasing me down. Before I know it I feel a sharp sting on my lower back and I’m quickly juggling the bike with one hand and in hot pursuit of one son of a beeyatch on or under my jersey! Muthaaa! I’m weaving all over the trail and cant find anything. I do not want to stop to drop back any further or worse give the jerk or its buddies a chance to hit me again. I later found out a few other racers got tagged as well and located a bug bite constellation on my back with five itchy bumps. Meh! Let the race season itchy bumps begin. Dang it! Continue reading
