Sunday was race number 2 at Crystal Falls. Some subtle modifications of the course, but basically the same layout as the day before. Yet, Saturdays deluge was replaced with sunny bright skies and a bit of wind. Since most of the area is sand, the dirt became fairly epic. And with the exception of a few areas that are going to be muddy for a long time, the dirt was perfect on the course.
After spending the morning cleaning the motorcycle, and working on the damage from the day before (I am not really sure how it actually ran the day before, as the air filter was completely soaked.), I discovered that I did not have any brake pads left on the front. I scrounged around at the race, and found a set of used fronts. Beggars cannot be choosers. In the end, most of the damage from the day before was superficial. Ready to race.
When the gun went off, John and I led out and checked out. He followed me into the woods, today I was not going to let him leave me behind. But, unfortunately I fell over right away in the woods. No big deal, just handed the lead right over to him. Soon after that, he tipped over and I went back around him. From there, it was on. The lead changed hands multiple times on each lap. One of us would get stuck in a slower line, and the other one would go through. Interestingly, neither one of us could get away when we got to the front. It seemed pretty easy to make up ground on the other one when you were behind, but once in front – getting away was just not happening.
About halfway through, either John was getting desperate or just tired. Either way, his attempted passes were becoming more aggressive. One time he went inside of me to a line that did not exist, and we ended up completely tangled up. I was almost completely off my motorcycle and onto his with him. I do not know how we did not go down together on that one. Another time, I was ahead again, and fell over in a rut going uphill. He slammed into me and then toppled right onto me.
We laid there in a heap, 2 bikes, 2 riders all tangled up. If we were not so tired and both so determined to win that day, it would have been comical.
After that, John got through a lapped rider in a tough section that I was forced to follow the lapped rider through. That put a 5 second gap between us, and that was how we finished.
Oh well. It was super fun.
On to Dresser.