Iniquities of Racing
Some people are born good looking, or to wealthy families or are endowed with special talents. I'm pretty sure I was born to be a mountain bike racer. Too bad it took me almost thirty years to figure that out. At the time, that seemed a little unfair.
This past weekend I raced the "All Mountain Pro" event at the Downieville Classic. This combines Saturday's downhill with Sunday's cross country to crown one person as the "All Mountain Pro" winner.
In an effort to make the combined effort fair to downhill freaks and cross country geeks, the organizer introduced a uniquely equalizing concept. Both the DH and XC had to be raced on the same bike.
Same bike. Same tires. Same forks, wheels, shocks, same everything. I even heard that before each event the bikes would be weighed and verified by a disgruntled worker for the California Bureau of Standards, Weights, and Measures. But I think a volunteer just did it.
The whole idea of the All-Mountain Pro category was an attempt of fairness.
But, as all racers know, there is nothing completely fair about a mountain bike race.
THe world famous Downieville Downhill zigzags over and along the Yuba River, which seems unfair as we rode it because the temperature never dipped below 100 degrees, torturing us racers by the prospect of a river dip.
View From the Top...
I raced on my xc bike, the Blur, with light Mavic wheels and xc Maxxis tires (on esemi-slick). My only DH concession was a slightly beafier Fox Talus. The fork was all-adjustable, even the head angle, and I'm sure the other racers thought that was a bit unfair.
My DH run lasted for about 47 minutes (a little longer than the men's winner and NorCal demi-god Mark Weir). As it turned out, the timing system might have had some iniquity issues itself, because my watch had me winning by over a minute, but I ended up only winning by one second!
Sunday's XC would be a two and a half hour furnace fest. Seeking every unfair advantage, the night before I filled my hydration system with water and stuffed it into the freezer so it would turn into a block of ice.
Good idea, huh! Poor execution though because I realized moments before the start that the block of ice on my back wouldn't be doing me much good until I cut away all of the Kelty Bag's insulation.
I zipped back to my bus, snatched the scissors and started snipping away. The result: A missed start. My sneaky trick backfired on me. How unfair!
Even more unfair was how I fought my way up the climb for hours through most of the field and just as the course began to descend, I double-flatted. Now that was really unfair.
But the whole weekend was really fun. Cool concept, well organized, lots of friends, and abundant waterfalls.
Just one more iniquity I should mention. Mark Weir won the men's downhill and a $5,000 purse. I won the women's downhill and what I thought was a $500 purse.
During the drive home, I looked at the check and noticed it was only for $300!
That's pro mountain bike racing and I love it. But how fair would it be if everything was equal?