Cascade Chainbreaker: Getting Dirty and Getting Faster
Yes, I drank out of this bottle. It tasted great. If that disgusts you, please consider that I looked like this at the end of the race:
Pretty nasty. It got worse as you panned down but I'll spare you that.
Disgusting is a matter of perspective. Especially when you are really thirsty and just as filthy as the bottle you are drinking from.
I was going to tell you what happened when the dust settled, but the dust never settled, so let's just say there were some remarkable takeaways from Sunday's race once I had rinsed enough dirt off to see where I was.
- Considering how dusty the race was, wearing the Sappo Hill Soapworks jersey may have been an unintentionally comic choice. On the other hand, it was great to be mistaken for an actually fast racer, as their team has some of the fastest riders in the state. Folks would smile and wave at me, then do a double - take when they realized they had no idea who I was. It's my brother-in-law's team so I guess I'm a fanboy. The team seemed quite happy to see me representing for them, even in Cat III.
- Kids belong at these events. This race was crawling with little kids and that was just fine. They ran a kid's race after the main event and it was way, way more fun. The kids are pedaling their hearts out and their parents, many of whom were elite level racers were cheering them on or sometimes running along behind them if they were very young. Kids stopped being kids and turned into racers and racers stopped being racers and turned into parents. The whole thing was... healthy.
- It is possible to remove a heart rate monitor chest strap while you're driving but it's a maneuver best performed at a traffic light or better still, on a remote road with nobody around. To say the least, it raises the bar on distracted driving to a whole new level. The poor woman crossing in front of me at the light in Sisters thought I was wrestling with a water moccasin that had somehow found its way into my jersey.