The Weekend started with work on Saturday. If you have watched any news or live in the Midwest you know there was been massive flooding. I am a garbage man so my day consisted of lifting wet rolls of carpet into a garbage truck. Then the rest of the day and into the night my wife and I were going to a friends wedding. So needless to say Sunday morning when Brent showed up at 7am I had slept for 6 hours and felt like my legs were going to fall off.
We loaded up the truck stopped at Mc Donald's and hit the highway for the hour drive to the ride. The coffee helped wake me up but the legs were a different story. We got to the race I got ready as fast as I could knowing I needed to get a good warmup in to wake the legs. My plan was the usual I have for this type of race go hard at the horn try to stay with the lead group as long as possible then kick back and find a group to pace the rest of the race with.
The horn sounded and we were off. I was fourth out of the gate and stayed up there for awhile. As we got about 12 miles in I was in the middle of the lead group and started to see people were starting to get a little out of control so I sat up and dropped back. Then at the next corner there was a crash in the part of the pack I was in. Feeling lucky I rode up to make sure everyone was ok and pedaled on to hook up with a group from half acre beer until the first check point. Once there, I filled a bottle, grabbed a cookie and hit the road solo. I continued this way until the last 10 miles when I was getting the feeling like I wanted to chop my legs off. At that time I looked back and the half acre guys were there the bring it in as a group. I was thankful to see them. It went form 11 mph solo to 20 working as a great team. We stayed together to the end picking of a couple solo riders on the way in.
So after a late night and sore legs at the start I ended up having a great ride. There were a couple of guys that were riding that I wanted to come in ahead of. This wasn't a race but when you get 100 plus guys together it ends up that way. I did finish ahead of Rob Neff which I have never been able to do on a mountain bike and was my motivation for the ride.
After the race they had pulled pork sandwiches and home brewed beer. The guys at IVCA ran a great ride and had great beer and food. Thanks for all the hard work.

