Written by Nathan Cloud on Tuesday, 28 Jun 2005.
|Who:||24 Hours of Adrenalin|
|What:||24 Hour Mountain Bike Race|
|Where:||Holiday Farms, Dalton, MA|
|When:||Noon June 25 to Noon June 26th, 2005|
Hey fellas, anyone wanna do this thing?
For the last year or two, your consistently out of shape, humble, and well, handsome narrator wanted to give one of these 24 Hour races a try. All the kids were doing it, it had the word 'adrenalin' in the title, and, well, you get to stay up late. Sounded fun to me. Well, this year, it actually came together. I figured we would do a corporate team, to keep pain levels and overall costs low, but Polish Pete, he was a daredevil (never did keep his hands in the Mixer) - he demanded a 5 person team. Ok. Fine with me. Let's get it on.
The Cast of Characters
Dufman: 0% body fat, fit as a fiddle, leader of the Crankfire Racing Team, and an overall great American. One time, in high school he had his hair done like Robert Smith of the Cure. I have since learned that he is half Polish. Which explains a lot.
Polish Pete: 0% body fat, also fit as a fiddle, the ladies love him because he is handsome (LL Polish P?), and he is like a human dowser for burritos after any ride. And he loves the metal and is Polish like me. Fellow mug holder at Eli Cannons.
E Moneybags: 0% body fat, fit as a fiddle, and is all about looking good (self proclaimed). And hey, for the race, why not ride your Specialized Big Hit, with a 32 tooth chainring up front, 9 gears out back, and flats? Ok, but don't dare you do faster laps than I! Curses. I am not sure if he had any outrageous hair-do's growing up.
Pabst Blue Robert: 0% body fat? Close enough. Pretty fit I would say. Loves the beer. Claims he too is Polish (I am still running the background check with my peoples). Somehow made it in almost every picture I took at the event. A huge Animotion fan.
Mandizzle: Our fearless volunteer. She saved our collective asses by taking up this responsibility. Her avatar is one of several monkeys driving a AMC Pacer and she can take a rock to the face like the best of them! Not sure if she is Polish or not.
I have to hand it to the 24 hour people, the event ran pretty smoothly, and I think a good time was had by all. I was particularly impressed with the detail paid to the porto-potties. Now by nature, porto-potties are never a pleasant experience, but these things were being pumped and cleaned seemingly non stop - leaving us with a strange synthetic cedar scent to perform our business among. A nice touch indeed.
As many of you know, the campsites were broken up into quiet, loud, small, whatever sites - naturally we decided to opt for a loud campsite. Not particularly a mistake, but there are 2 things that may have tainted the loud camping area experience:
- Late Friday Night: Outside our tent the loudest conversation about "fish taco's in SoCal" took place around 1 am. It was a very odd thing to wake up to.
- The Guy with the Mic: Don't get me wrong, he was a super nice guy, and not a bad MC at all - but he should be banned from doing any sort of impressions. I think at one point he doing some sort of Irish accent, and I will not even mention anything about the really bad renditions of Dave Chappelle and Napoleon Dynamite.
I would also like to nominate Polish Pete for a gold star for bringing the screened in enclosure thing. That thing was friggin clutch - we would have all probably died from exposure without it. Next year though I think we really need to pursue my 'shanty town' theme. Imagine a campsite constructed of cardboard, plywood, newspaper and, well, jug wine.
I took my GPS for a lap and this is the corresponding elevation profile - I should probably just start (and end) with this:
Yeah, thats about 4 miles of climbing with an overal elevation gain of over 800 feet. Holy moley.
All in all though, apart from the climb, the course was a lot of fun. There was some fine singletrack, and the last few descents bringing you home were a lot of fun, not to mention really fast. Oh yeah, and there was that climb thing.
A map of the course can be seen here.
The Log Book
We thought it would be an interesting exercise to have each racer write down their thoughts after each lap. So we mustered up some paper and a pencil made it happen:
Somehow we completed 18 laps, enough to give us second place in our 5 person team category. We were quite surprised and obviously happy with that. Too bad we were all too exhausted to actually stick around for the awards ceremony to claim our booty, recognition and lamentation from the women.
So was it fun?
As painful as it became, getting virtually no sleep, and the 95 degree humid weather, we all had a great time. I for one would certainly do it again. Perhaps I would train a little more next time though...
- Solo Riders: Holy Crap. Somewhere around 5am I was doing a lap and chatting with a solo rider on his 16th lap. He single handedly did more laps than our entire team at that point. Respect.
- The Comradery: Especially at night, anytime someone came by me stopped trying to fend off a heart attack or whatever, 9 out of 10 people asked if everything was ok. I thought that was sweet of them. No one would stop for hugs though.
- The 2 Dudes Hanging out in the dark, in the middle of the woods with a large bottle of Jim Beam: God bless them and their important work. I was pedaling up a a hill when I thought I noticed 2 dudes sitting about 30 feet off the trail in the dark. I shined my light towards them and was soon doing a shot of Jim Beam and receiving quite the pep talk. PBR also found them, where they proclaimed him a "Monster" (or was it "Animal"?) while pouring said firewater down his throat. I loved those guys. Consequently that lap was my fastest.
- Holiday Farms for hosting the event.
- Bikerag.com - They camped across from us, I met John and he is good peeps.
Poop on You to:
- Where did the corn roast go? I really really wanted corn. Nice, indigestible, yummy, corn.
I didn't take many pictures, and certainly did not really take many quality ones.
The 'Lemons' Start
Little girl running for her life
Peteski atop the over-under
PBR with a morning beer to make things all right.
Our humble campsite.
Rider cutting it close.