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One of our favorite weeks of the year is the one between the USGP Portland and Nationals in Bend when we get to spend a week relaxing with our good friends Dan and Addie. This year we coaxed them into late breakfasts, sipping coffee, a few visits with my cousin at the Bye And Bye vegan bar, Stumptown Coffee and the famous Voodoo donuts.
One of the highlights of our week in Portland had to be our amazing visit to Bob’s Red Mill for a tour from Bob himself! Matt Cox had invited us to join a few of the riders from the Louisville team sponsored by Bob’s Red Mill and Joan Hanscom, one of the USGP organizers, for a grand tour of the 7.3 acre Bob’s Red Mill facility led by none other than Bob Moore! We were so excited to have Dan and Addie along as honorary team members and super fans of BRM.
Needless to say, the tour was amazing and in spite of his 81years, Bob was hard to keep up as he weaved his way around the maze-like factory. He knew every detail of the entire factory and had an impressive eye for the small details. He then charmed us all with some spontaneous piano playing to conclude the tour. We were all smitten.
With our heads in the clouds from meeting the “Santa Claus of Grains" and having a restful week, it was time to buckle down and head to Bend to prepare for the National Championships.
We were lucky to have Dan and Addie join us at the condo in Bend. They were our de facto cheering squad, photographers and superfans. Little did we know how important their presence would be later in the day.
I was feeling confident on the course during my pre-rides and the conditions were finally to my liking with some mud, some slippery spots and a good amount of hard pedaling. I was warned that there had been several crashes on the first corner in the dirt in the previous races and that it was best to ride on the right side of the course. I lined up in the second row behind the National Champion and thought it would be a good wheel to follow.
Unfortunately when the race started I had to swerve to the far right as the rider in front of me missed clipping into her pedal and had to slow down. This meant I was sandwiched between dozens of riders in the first dirt section with little room to budge as 98 riders crammed themselves into a 180º turn. Before I knew it, someone had accidentally hooked my handlebars and I was thrown to the ground face first. I ducked to avoid the oncoming 90 or so riders behind me and then saw my bike had been tossed about 20 feet away. As I stood up, I sputtered dirt and did a quick assessment to make sure that I did not hurt my head, neck, collarbone, shoulder or ribs. Everyone had passed me and I was sure that my race was over, but I decided to hop on my bike and make a quick swap in the pit, which was only 100 meters away.
As I pedaled away from the pit after Matt handed me a fresh bike, I was spitting out a lot of blood and dirt and did a quick check to make sure it was not my teeth! I could feel that I had a large laceration to the inside of my bottom lip but I was pretty sure that my teeth were okay. In spite of the blood and the mud, I chose to keep going and see how the race would pan out.
I was riding well and just kept moving past riders. I would pass groups of five at a time on the hills and muddy sections. Each time through the pit, Matt would call out my position. 45th, 36th, 28th until the last lap when I was closing in on 20th place but ended up with 21st at the finish line. Even though I was dead last coming through the pits the first time, I ended up passing 77 riders.
Now the hard part! Matt had to go right back to the pits to work for the Cannondale-Cyclocrossworld team while Dan and Addie took me back to the condo for a shower and to assess the damage to my mouth. It was clear that I needed stitches although the bleeding had stopped. I would rather ride 100 more laps on the course than go to a doctor or get stitches, but Dan and Addie were troopers and stuck with me. Addie even watched as they numbed, cleaned and stitched up my lip, holding my hand or making a comforting joke, all the while, updating Matt with my progress. I also lucked out with the nicest possible Physician's Aassistant and Nurse Practicioner at the Bend Memorial Clinic - they even kept us updated on the men’s race results. Six stitches and a black eye later, we headed back to Portland while Matt stayed behind to clean up and pack the Cannondale truck. He met us back in Portland in record time and then we packed my bikes, wheels and our luggage for our very early flight home the next morning.
In spite of my disastrous nationals, my comeback managed to capture the attention of the media. Cyclingnews.com coverage including Dave McElwaine’s photos can be found here. The Velonews coverage can be found here along with Wil Matthew’s photos here. Cyclocross Magazine’s coverage and photos can be found here. Also, be sure to check out the great coverage from PodiumInsight here and a photo gallery here.
Colt and the CyclingDirt crew were also on hand to provide video coverage of the race. |
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