Sí, ayer fue ganar el número cuatro.
Ok, I'll stop before I make anybody break out a Spanish to English translater.
Today was the Guy's Classic XC race over in Neshaminy, a course I've come to know very well over the past few weeks. Being my teams race we've spent a lot of our free time getting the trails ready and trying to work in a pre ride here and there.
The start of the course was a 700-800 meter big chainring hammerfest thru some sportsfields before we entered the singletrack where spots to pass were few and far between. Knowing this I jokily asked Nate (one of my main competitors) "how fast you think this starts gonna be?" His return: "as fast as we make it." Not really the answer I was hoping for, but we were off.
Nate and I sprinted thru the field shoulder to shoulder but I got lucky and entered the singletrack in the lead with Nate on my rear. We kept a fast pace for 4-5 minutes when I hear him say "we can just set a nice tempo, nobodies going to pass us in this." The next thing I relize is that Nate is no longer behind me (I fought out later he torn a hole in his sidewall and had to walk out.)
The next hour seamed to just go by in a blur, it was a little strange I found myself riding alone a lot. The plan was simple, keep a quick tempo and ride clean (lots of log overs and other places/things to do something stupid on that would put you out of the race.)
Things again worked in my favor and I stayed out for the win......
In all a pretty good day, with Wifey pulling in a silver in her race.
Now we just need to heal up a couple of things and get everything in order to head down to the Cranky Monkey this weekend.