| Scott Mcgregor pinning up his race numbers pre-race |
| One thing about cyclocross, lots of hot carbon bikes and wheels! Here's my Giant TCX SL with Easton EC90 tubular wheels. I love this bike. |
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| Scott McGregor taking the corner ready to climb the slip and slide |
In my race, Masters Men, we had the largest group at 27 racers. My goal was to start the race with a good attack to make sure I was leading the group through the first lap of single track slime. This loop was so slippery and the speed we came into these off camber corners with, was sure to cause a big pile up and some big bottle necks. I managed to stay upright for the first lap and instead of attempting to ride the sand pits I ran them both times (which proved to be the way to do it as I face planted on my final lap riding through).
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| Run through the sand? |
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| Ride through the sand? Rob Mulder powers through like an ox. |
As for competition, there were a few guys responsible for turning me inside out. Going into this sixth and final race, Bob Welbourne and I were neck and neck for first place; whoever won this race, won the BC CUP Series! Leading up to the race we were very nervous and didn't know what the outcome was going to be. He beat me every race in last season's BC Cup Series and I look up to Bob as he really knows how to get to the top of the podium. Also in the race, and reasonably close points wise was Greame Martindale who has been ripping up the series by storm and who beat me at the Vanier race this season. Also close in points and speed was James Birkenbuel and Scott McGregor who kept the pressure going at every moment.
However, the guy that came out of nowhere in Lap 3 of 7 was some guy I had never seen before, Steve Bachop. Ok, so he wasn't a contender in the BC CUP series for the overall, he still was pinning it past me with a vengance, like I was riding slow-mo. I was like..."Uhhhh, what the....". So I turned on the gas and raced up to him. At first I thought it was his fitness that was killing me, but I think a part of it was his tires seemed to gain more traction than mine and he could continue his speed into corners and ride up some of the hills I was spinning out on. None the less he was cranking it!!! I dug deep to flush out any self doubt I could beat him and kept the pressure on into the next lap.
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| The off camber spiral of death went on forever with an endless slippery slope of corners. I slid out multiple times trying to keep the speed into the corners. |
As we rounded every corner I couldn't seem to get ahead. Steve put a bike length into me at every opportunity. Coming into one corner I came into it a bit hot, trying to put in a pass, going down hard. This only improved his lead and put heart rate into the sky. I was seriously hurting now. This happened a second time on another corner after I had somehow managed to catch back up. I thought all was lost until...yup, down went Steve, finally taking a corner too fast and I passed him!! This was it, I thought to my self. I don't care how much you are hurting right now, you have to put in an attack. So I burried the needle, frothed at the mouth, and bled out my ears for the hardest effort I could muster. It worked and I started to open a gap and build on that...
Ok, final lap bell "ding-ding" and Kimbo is close to cardiac arrest, covered in mud, battered knees, shoulders, shins, from going down multiple times. My drive train was destroyed with mud, sand and grass, only allowing me to shift into a small range of gears. Steve was behind me and not that far behind was my nemisis, Bob, along with Graeme and the rest of the crew. I pushed hard and made a critical resolution, not to crash, no matter what. I couldn't take another blood curtling heart rate spike, it would be the last straw. Luckily I was able to keep the pressure on enough that the group, as I have seen before, lost the will to continue with the pressure and had eased off with half a lap to go. This didn't help me that much though, considering I still could crash or maybe ev.....face plant, bang! I was upside down in the sand pit with my bike over me with at least a third of a lap to go...
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| This guy tried to bunny hop the barriers...great photo |
| Masters Men Podim- 5th James Birkenbuel, 4th Greame Martindale, 3rd Bob Welbourn, 2nd Steve Bachop, 1st Kim Steed |
Oh, and did I mention tomorrow is the Provincial Cyclocross Championships at Mahon Park in North Vancouver? This is going to hurt.
Kimbo











