The Downieville Classic. My biggest race of the year. I had spent many of the weekends this summer honing my descending skills in preparation for this race and was feeling pretty good.
Day 1: The Cross Country
I had my start all planned out. Plenty of time for a long warmup, and show up 20 minutes before the race so I could start near the front (unlike last year when I was stuck all the way at the back). It turns out that even 20 minutes isn’t enough time, because when I arrived to the line there were already 60+ people in front of me. I was able to wedge in to a half descent spot, then was able to get closer to the front when they called up everyone who had been on the podium the previous year.
The climb started out hard and fast. It always does. Not being the best starter, I hovered around 20th place. A mile or so in the pavement turns to dirt. In past years, this is usually where I start picking riders off and making up ground. Something was off about this year, and that extra gear just wasn’t there. As the climb drug on, and the hotter it got, things started to fall apart. The dreaded lower back pain started to hit. I just wasn’t able to put the power down (see the photo of me with my suffer face on), and came over the top a full 4 minutes slower than last year.
Things started to feel better on the descent. I was able to pick a few riders off on sunrise and baby heads. Mid way through Pauley creek my legs started cramping pretty badly. I had to stop a few times, and walk most of the third divide climb. My shifting was becoming pretty bad by the end of 3rd divide, and after the bridge the cable pulled completely through. I pulled off to re-adjust and tune the shifting, but not before 5 or 6 riders passed knocking me out of the top 10 for my category.
At the end of the day I ended up 12 minutes off my time from the previous year. I was pretty disapointed, but was able to stop the pity party after hearing that many of the other pro and expert racers had similar races with times way off their PRs. It was time to concentrate on redemption in the downhill.
Day 2: The Downhill
The weather for the downhill on sunday was thankfully much cooler with overcast skies. There was a ghost rider between me and the next rider in front of me, so I had dust free trails to start. The race started well with a ripping time down sunrise, and an okay pace down butchers. Half way down I had caught my two minute man, but at the same time was also caught by the rider a minute behind me. Several corners up from the bridge to third divide I head the dreaded pshhhhh-shhh-shhh of a flat. I tried to pull off quickly but not before hitting rim on some rocks and denting it pretty good. I fished through my pockets for my CO2 chuck, but wasn’t able to find it. Turns out that I had worn a jersey I had previously crashed in that had a small hole. My only means of inflation was likely some miles back on the trail. It’s okay, I’ll run down to the bridge, and hopefully someone will have a pump I can use. I start running down the trail and realize that my rear brake is no longer working. At the same time I had flatted, a rock had been knocked up and cut clean through my rear brake line.
The EMT at the bridge had a pump, but the tire would not longer hold air at the bead because of the dented rim. I flip my bike upside down, pull off the tire, wrestle out the valve stem (which had been partially pulled through the rim), put in a tube, and inflated it. During this process rider after rider was passing. At this point, I knew the race was over for me, and I just needed a way down without walking. With the repair complete, I thanked the EMT for the help, and flipped the bike back over to ride down. As if my bad luck wasn’t enough already, it turned out that in my haste I had put my bike down with my Garmin resting on a rock, completely destroying the screen.
It was a frustrating weekend, and my worst showing at Downieville in the seven years that I’ve raced it. With the previous year as my best performance, and the year before that one of the worst, I’m thinking that maybe I’m on an every other year trend, and look forward to the possibilities in 2015.