I did the final race of the Klamath Falls series yesterday and got my ass handed to me by Vern. It was bitterly cold. At one point during the race I was remarking to myself that it was just a few weeks ago that I was complaining about how hot it was at races.
The race started at this spot on pavement.
The first part of the course was up this dirt road. It was a fairly long climb and steep enough that I was out of the saddle about a third of the time with my single chain ring. There were three barriers at the top of the hill. Then there was a long, fast downhill on the same kind of dirt road. I'm too old and scared for fast downhills. I was on the brakes and Vern just let her fly. He was WAY faster than me. The end of each lap was slightly uphill on the pavement back to the dirt road uphill. I would just about, but not quite, catch Vern at the top of the hill on each lap. At some point I realized that I didn't have a chance to beat him unless he crashed. I would not only have to catch him I would have to get way ahead of him before the downhill section. It didn't happen.
Hail to the Victor, Vern. We each beat the other twice during the series but the last race was double points. Vern got second for the series and I was third. It was fun. A good competition.
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