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Kid Rock called....he wants his........goat back....

Time to race. Leave all thoughts of singletrack and the bliss of wildflower-lined trails behind. There's a time and a place for everything and the time for focus is now.

I said a few posts ago that the thing that makes a fast bike racer is the ability to buffer the pain and then dig a whole lot deeper. Well folks, I haven't grimaced this much in a long time.

It must be July cause the fitness is really starting to come around. Saturday's cross-country race was the perfect blend of short climbs, fast decents, and flat out power section. ANY podium is a good one, but making the Pro podium is as good as it gets. Oh Mr. Podium, how I've missed you so......

Congrats to teammate DR (who, dispite the photo, IS actually on the top rung) for his late-race surge. You know you had a good race when you cross the finish line and the only people around are the three guys who beat you and a handful of surprised volunteers.

Sunday would see a trade in bike choice, course terrain, strategy.

In a Super D, races aren't won on the climbs like I'm used to. There are no climbs. It's all about the descent. You've got to be aggressive, on the gas, and for GOD sakes not do anything stupid like crash. Everyone starts at once and the first racer to the bottom wins. Sound scary? Ya I little bit. Especially when the only thing between you and the trees screaming by at 20-30 mph is glorified underwear and a styrofoam helmet with a bunch of holes in it.

Feeling confident, I cocked my head side to side and then it struck me - none of the guys I was up against had raced the day before, and most of them were Super D specialists. Not 15 yards into the 19 minute race and my legs exploded like a bunker-buster bomb. Well, I'm not one to let a bike race of any sort end without a fight so I put 'em up and ended up in a solid 6th place in the Pro's. Mission accomplished.

Next up, Colorado Crankworx Festival and Mountain States Cup at Sol Vista. Two brutally hard XC's back to back. But in the meantime, I'll have my head buried back in those wildlower-lined trails...