For part 1, go here.
I had a fresh CO2, my inflater, a spare tube, my under-seat water thingy, and I was ready! I was racing in the sport category. I knew full well that it was highly unlikely I would win, barring some sort of freak water spout or the like. We rolled out, and I was in the top ten. I started moving up, and stayed very close to the front. I didn't feel like I was straining at all, which was a good thing, because my first year I did the race, I raced the first 12 miles as if it were a 20 mile race, and spent the next 38 miles in damage control.
We're cooking along, passing some of the slower experts, snaking to one of the few climbs of any significance, and around a corner, the tail end (where the tube had been inserted) felt...squirmy. Oh dear. I yell to the guy behind me, "Is my tire flat?" He yells back, "Um, yeah, it is!" to which I shout back, "Pulling over to the left!"
Pulling over with a mechanical is something I have done VERY few times in races. In fact, I don't believe I've had a mechanical in the past three years in any race. Needless to say, I was unhappy. To work hard to get to the front, and stay at the front, and then watch everyone else come past, is very disheartening. I was determined to change my tire quickly (here come the beginners) and get ready to (and now the last of the beginners) get going. Of course, I'm praying the whole time, "All right God, what are you trying to teach me? You have my attention. I still want to glorify you."
I actually did a fairly fast tube change, and, since we had gone less than five miles, I had plenty of miles to chase the rest of the folks. Let's go. I get to the climb. And the trailing group.
I have been much more actively training in the past 2-3 years, and I have become faster. I remember what it is like to not be fast. I knew these folks, if they finished, would be out here for a very, very long time. So, I waited patiently. Probably better than killing myself on the climb. I finally passed them before the summit and began the descent. As I descended, carefully, I realized benefit number one of getting the flat: I wasn't that motivated to cook through corners, so I was safe from overcooking the corners.
I safely got to the bottom, and began the LOOOONG flat section of the race. Put it in a big gear, and go! As I rode, the back of my bike began to feel...squishy. I was still 3-4 miles from the first aid station. I had no spare left. This. Was. Bad. I kept riding. It went from squish to feeling the rim on the ground. I stood up, and got way over my front wheel, hoping to do no damage, and keep moving. I was caught by a couple of guys. One had a bandage on his leg, so he was obviously recovering from something, which explained his being way back in the field with me. They asked me if I needed any help. Note: they were the third and fourth person to come past me. The first two asked what was wrong, I said a flat, they said that's a bummer, and off they went. hey, it's a race.
These two stopped when I said, yes, I needed help. All I needed was a CO2. They quickly pulled out a CO2, and I aired up the rear, and figured it would hold well enough. I knew they had neutral support and a mechanic, so I'd get a new tube there. After he let me air up he said, "Here take this. I found it on the trail." It was a combo pump/CO2 inflator with a CO2 strapped to it. Seemed wise, so I took it.
Off we rode, and I hammered along to get tot he first aid station. I get there, and someone has a bike on the stand already. I asked for a tube, and figured I'd get started myself. He said, "I'm all out." I was shocked. Apparently, he brought only 10 26' tubes for us Luddites who weren't on 29ers. He had already used them up. Plentiful goat heads, I suppose. Mental note: stay on trail for the first 8 miles, no matter what. I ran my hand on the inside of the tire, and found the offending metal wire. So it wasn't just the goat heads!
So , there I stood, trying to figure out how to salvage my race. I may be calling my race over. What could I do? Suddenly, "hey, do you have any Stan's?" "Yep!" After talking with RS who decided to be ready in case of a flat to convert back to tubeless, I put my valve in my jersey pocket. Great! Tire is good, we have a valve, we have Stan's! The mechanic helped me put on the tire, and put in the Stan's. He didn't have a compressor, so I tried to get the bead to set using a floor pump. No luck. Grab a volunteer. Still didn't work. But wait! Random (yeah, right, random, like I believe that) guy gave me a CO2 inflator, and a CO2 cartridge. Attach, inflate, bead seats! Hooray! My hopes had quickly shifted from "How will I place?" to "I still can finish!"
That's when God started making it clear to me. He may not fulfill all my wants (high placings, etc.) but he will fulfill my needs. I had the conversation with RS and brought my valve. I had my flat repaired before the race started. I had a tube to get me farther along. Someone I did not know gave me exactly what I would need to be able to finish the race. That realization was worth the price of admission.
As for the rest of the race, that will have to wait for the next post.
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