Possibility of severe scattered thunderstorms. This was the forecast Wednesday and it did not disappoint. In the afternoon we got dumped on, 2 inches in around an hour at the local trails, almost 5 inches in the same amount of time, 10 miles away in Baltimore City. Needless to say, the local dirt ride was not an option.
By ride time, most things had cleared out and four of us hit the road taking the long hilly way to the bar to catch a little Tour de France action and put away a few pints. Dropping into the park via the road, the river was severely swollen and almost spilling over the asphalt. We wind our way over the hills of the Patapsco valley and continue a steady rhythm on the wet roads. The last stretch of our journey has a road known as 7 hills that puts the hurt on you right away, getting you in the proper mindset to watch the pros suffer in France.
When we were done it was dark, and only one of us was wise enough to bring a light although 3/4's of us at least had blinkies. Off into the darkness, jumping on a dark trolly trail weaving through the pitch black woods it started to rain. When we hit the second trolly trail on our leg home, huge portions had been washed out and rutted, leaving us pinballing in the dark and fighting to keep the skinny tires on course.
The rain continued to pick up, very reminiscent of the stages we were just watching, minus the cobblestones. But it was warm, and riding in the rain isn't so bad then, especially with a few beers in your belly.
Snowshoe: A teammate's perspective //
Thursday - July 8, 2004
Go check out DT's Fat Boy Deluxe Blog for another perspective of team Sweet Cheeks at the 24 Hours of Snowshoe. He's got a big write-up, so dig it.
Snowshoe: the meat //
Wednesday - July 7, 2004
OK, a few more quick words about the 24 hours of Snowshoe, then I'll try to put together a more complete account for the next issue of SSO.
Thick fog greeted us in the morning. By the start time at noon, it started to rain lightly but luckily never got worse. The trails were soaked from the previous nights rain and during the first lap were either full-on water or milkshake consistency. After nearly 200 racers had passed through, the soil and water got churned into a paste that was as thick as peanut butter but didn't smell nearly as good. Mix that with the roots and rocks of the singletrack in the woods and it was like trying to ride greased cobblestones. Lots of effort required.
By the finish of the race, some exposed sections were drying out, but the interior trails were still pretty thick. Sun was shining though and everyone seemed to have a great time, so that's what counts. Word from Granny Gear is the course will be moving location next year, info to follow soon.
Tuesday - July 6, 2004
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