MX PlaydayWe got to Eddieville and had about 4 hours to ride the MX track. My first thought as I pulled up to get on the track was “I’m going to kill myself”. But I made it through the first muddy rutted turn, and over the first little pointy topped jump, and thought “maybe I won’t”. I had a ton of fun, and hopefully didn’t seem to annoy too many people with my pokeyness. I was the only girl for most of the time on the track. The track has some pretty steep hills, and in addition to the whoop section, had uphill AND downhill whoops. There was a really steep drop off hill (more later on that one…)you make a quick left and go up a little hill, and poop, you’re pointed straight down a rocky slope. BUT there’s another uphill on the other side (heh, heh, for now…) so dropping down like that isn’t so bad—I loved it because it was REALLY steep, and I could practice dropping down on rocks for the trail(and not being scared, bwa-hahah). I found out that it’s harder than it seems to “just” roll the jumps!!! You really have to be on the gas to get up some of the hills, and they had lips on top so it would shoot you into the air(well, DUH, that's kinda the point, it "is" a MX track! ). But I managed, and even did bunny hops. My bike (WR) of course is NOT set up for jumping, so I wasn’t into getting big air, but I did get little air and it was really fun! I practiced really hitting the corners, and actually wasn’t that bad on those! Even when my bike would get squirrely in the soft stuff or crossing ruts or screwing up a line, I was able to ride it out and “fix” it. I only semi-crashed once that day, when I hit some deep soft dirt and leaned over too much and spun the back wheel out around(like KTMchicks picture I think). But it gave me a better feel for the dirt and I didn’t screw that up again. It was so helpful to ride the track on a low key day, to get used to people passing me, roosting me, jumping downhills next to me—that was really cool, though my husband was freaking out watching me. Everybody was nice to me. I did notice that when I pulled my ponytail out of my chest protector so it hung out, I didn’t get roosted so much It rained for about a half hour, and I rode till I couldn’t see anymore—I thought I should suck it up and not be a baby and practice in the slick and slop covered goggles .So I put in 35 miles that day on the MX track. The “official” whoop section(in the pix below) had really big deep whoops. The really good people doubled them. My technique was(stand up ) weight the pegs and swoop down into them, and do a little bunny hop over the top. Not fast, but it was smooth if I hit it right—you did have to do the first one with the right speed and swoop or else the rest were butt slappers and you started see-sawing and boinging.
RACE DaySo we get lined up, it’s a wave start, and the women are the next to last line. Once again, I’m thinking “I’m gonna kill myself”. I met Flying Ant a little bit before, and she is SO NICE , she looks like a teenager in her gear on her bike . I think there’s like 18 or so women, everyone is saying it’s the most ever. There’s me, Ant, and I see another 30-something mom next to me, end the rest are young whipper snapper chicks. My 14 year old son is in the line behind me, in the Junior A class on his yz125. Fun watching everyone zoom off, then it’s our turn. We stand behind the bikes, then jump on and start them up. I start slowwww, my clutch isn’t engaging where it usually does, DUMMY the solution just let it out more I think I’m goofed up cuz I can’t hear my bike(oh well, now I know). I planned to take the first loop easy since I’ve never done this before, and didn’t want to GO OFF COURSE(or I’ll be disqualified)—and my husband is sitting on my shoulder “Don’t kill yourself! Don’t die! Don’t break your bike!” So it’s track for awhile, and it’s perfect, even better than yesterday. I passed a couple girls that stalled in the soft shoulders, and of course all the kids whiz by. Then a bit of trenchy singletrack with baseball rocks, patches of rutty mud, and then it goes around the lip of a pond—off camber all the way around, an easy enough bermy turn, but if you slow down and choke you tip over right into the pond. Some more single track, then back onto the track, with awesome curves working my way uphill. By this point (of course) I’m all by myself, which is good cuz I can focus on following the arrows—which is tricky because the track gets changed around and there are connecting trails and roads, so I really have to pay attention.Then I go swooping down and up between the hills like a roller coaster, and come to an off camber sandy on top of hardpack AND whoopy section—I’m SHOCKED I’m not sliding down into the drop-off gulch to my right—and bam I see an arrow pointing a hard right and no ribbons to block the trail that continues on(which is how stuff is marked) which way do I go? Of course I grab the brakes so I Do Not Go Off Course (although at this point there is no “observers” this far out…) and fall over…a horizontal stop. So I get my (first) crash out of the way, the dust clears and I can see that there really is two choices to make a right turn and go on. Which there is a nice little steep hill to get up, you have to gun it to get up, no wussiness allowed. The way follows down back and forth and along the waddi/gully, including a right turn then 5’ drop down with a sharp left turn. No problem—there are no trees, roots, rocks or ruts to think about :0). I’m doing this! And I’m not dying! Now for some grass track that winds around the shoulder of the hill. I’ve never ridden on this before—everybody “warns” its slippery. It’s not slippery, but it’s baseball clods that shift around. Really just like tiny whoops, but not easy to slow or stop on, so I have to pay attention. Then it goes through a rock garden, yay something familiar , and goes into whoopy single track with scattered little 3’ tall witchy-hat hill-humps. Back onto the track, and now it’s downhill curves working back to the mx track. I get to the mx track, and come to that super steep drop off downhill I told you about in the MX day. The rocks are gone (yay!). I feel good about it because I know there is a nice uphill on the other side of the downhill, and if there is a turn at the bottom it would be marked at the top of the hill, just like the few times before—and it should be cuz you can’t see anything until you go over the edge. So I take the plunge, and oh @#$%^, I see there is a sharp narrow opening right hand turn off at the bottom, and there is ribbon across the bottom of the hill(this is like a 40’ plus drop which is nearly vertical at the top and very steep for most of it). I try to remember how to stop (NOT) slow down on a loose super steep slope, and end up crashing. But I Did Not Go Off Course!!!! There were people watching too So I pick up my bike and my lever is bent off forward—note to self, NO MORE CRASHING! Second note to self—do not let my mechanic put any more new levers on my bike until I get handguards(which are in the mail), AND I like my old shorty lever better anyways. A little more mx track and I go through the checkpoint. I look back, and I see a miracle, there are two girls behind me!There’s a bit more of the loop to go before I go back through the place we started again. I know the logs are coming up. There’s some single track and grassy stuff, a hairpin turnAnd bam, there’s the logs! They are STACKS of logs (like 3 on the bottom, then 2 then 1), at least about 2’ high. There is dirt packed against them—but not too humpy-helpful, and there are 7-8, some are diagonally placed, and they’re about 8’ apart. By some miracle my subconscious gets me off my butt standing up before I realize I’m in the log patch. At the rider’s meeting they said be really careful, lots of people get hurt in there. I bottomed out on the first few, and had the brain fart to go faster, and it was FUN, and went GREAT, no log screwups . Then woo! Back out to go again. SO yeah, I’m embarrassed to report I got last out of the 14 that finished, doing 3 loops. BUT I never crashed again, sailed through the parts I crashed on, and did each loop faster then the last. My last loop I did most of it in 4th gear—I had “promised” my husband to stay in 3rd cuz he was so paranoid I’d get smashed, but I figured by then WTH. On the second loop I was getting passed by the guys, so I had the dust clouds and people passing me. It wasn’t bad though, it didn’t freak me out, nobody was mean to me either. I even did the offcamber whoopy sandy section where I crashed before in a complete dust cloud, I might as well had my eyes closed. I would follow guys through the corners too, matching their speed. I was just still slow in the straights—I’m used to having to concentrate on the trail because there is usually a lot to deal with, and hardly ever any straights, so it was a new experience to be able to open it up and not have to worry about tree limbs or general crap that comes out of nowhere. My last loop was 6 minutes faster than my second, and I know I had more snot to go faster the next go around. I just missed the cut off by 4 stinkin’ minutes!!!! Since I was in the next to last row on the start I “did” have a few minute handicap, and if I would have known how I was in the time I could have easily made up the time—or if I hadn’t have crashed…(excuses excuses). My clutch perch was also loose and would flop down so I was always pulling it up too. (wahhhhh! Crybaby!)So I made it through, and I’m so glad that “first-ness” jitters/not knowing stuff is over! I was so close to making another lap, and I felt great and had the energy to make two more laps at least! I wasn’t run over (I confess probably the worst part of it all was having my husband worry about me and me worrying about him worrying about me), I didn’t run anybody over, and I Did Not Go Off Course or get wrapped up in ribbons. All the technical stuff I nailed and got through quickly, and I was really happy to get faster each lap. AND my son didn’t lap me until late in the race—it was so heart-warming, he actually slowed just a teeny bit as he yelled HEY MOM when he went by. My mistake crashes were because I got confused about where to go and didn’t want to go through the ribbons, but that’s fixable! I was so happy to make it down the drop off the next two times and slow it down enough at the bottom to make the turn at the bottom—downhills have always been my freak-out thing, and this weekend really helped me SO much, being able to go down steep but surface-easy stuff and actually be ON THE THROTTLE (OMG!!!). My son got 2nd in his class, and my other son raced the 2.5 hour race next—soooo much more dust!!! He got 13th in his class (don’t know how many were in it), Open Amatuer. Both of them were completely pooped. I found Flying Ant and got to talk with her finally—she is so nice!!! I can’t wait to go trail riding with her. And she rocked her class!! Wahhh!!if I had signed up in her class I could have gotten 2nd(and yet again, last place, but at least a trophy!) If I had gotten another lap in I would have at least been 12th :0)—heh, at least not last! I can’t wait to do it again! Even if I do get last, it’s waaaay tons of fun for 45$--a fancy dinner doesn’t come anywhere close! And I felt great at the end too, not pooped at all. I’ll go ahead and post my pictures, I wanted to wait till I could get the race photographer’s pix cuz they had a great one of me going over the logs, but I’ll go ahead and add that later. I have a new chest protector! It goes over my boobs just right—AND the boys won’t borrow it because it has boobs !