Brief description

HDRT is a race team of one with a single-minded goal: to enjoy the 2012 'season' -- by making it up as he goes along, by seeking variety in his rides, by going to extremes (of terrain, or judgment, or both), by doing whatever it takes to have fun. Which, as it turns out, is surprisingly little in some cases. So it's time to raise the bar dammit!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Actual training begins...

Damn last night was cold. But it is good to be out here, I think as I wake and stumble around making breakfast. First surprise of the morning: no silverware. I took it out to wash it after my last camping trip and never put it back. Lesson learned: never wash the campware at home.

I'll skip the gory details of what ensued, save to say that oatmeal eaten with spicy corn chips is... well, good enough to eat anyway. I succeeded in getting down some calories so I go in search of trail head. And find it I did. I saw a few RVs near the 24HITOP start/finish, but few other signs of life. I powered up the laptop to take one last look at the map and didn't really have a clear idea where things went. I knew I could find a cutoff near Willow Spring Tank that would let me shorten the ride to the time I had available. Given my recent history trying to navigate with memorized maps, I was a little hesitant to set out solo. But then I remembered that if I had common sense, I wouldn't find myself in these positions in the first place.

Fact is, I've ridden solo a lot. I can't always have the sense to tell someone where I am going, or -- for cripes sake -- drag them along with me as insurance against breaking a leg (or worse) in some inconvenient location. Nah, riding solo is part of the deal. Not knowing where one is going: slightly more concerning. Not having a helmet: forget it - I ain't discussing it. I mean, I would wear one if I had the good sense to pack it. But having failed to plan, I just can plan to fail (to not go ahead with the plan, that is). Let's just let that one go. Besides, if I don't wreck, I won't need the helmet, right?

So here's my summary of the 24HITOP course, about a month or so before the official 2011 event takes place or at least the part of it that I rode: beautiful. Smooth as a babies butt. Ok, that's pushing it, but hell and damn! All there is to land on around here if one does take a spill are soft sand and cactus! My training ground is rife with "don't land here" places where the rock speaks louder than the cactus. By comparison, what I rode today is like a Kansas prairie. Please don't think I have any misconception about what it will be like during an actual 24-hour event. It would be a completely different story if I were there then.



In fact, don't tell me I have no idea, and this is why: Because I have no idea what a 24 hour race is like. But I will... and in the meantime, my imagination is good enough that anyone who gets any number of laps in has my respect. As I said: it is a beautiful course and I rode about two thirds of it, once, and in under the pleasantest of conditions. I look forward to reading about people's experiences once it happens. Good luck if you're one of the ones going. It should be a fun one.


Ok, now back to the story of today. The ride was great, the view beautiful, and although I saw plenty of cars at the main parking area by Willow Springs Arch, I didn't run into a single rider on the trail. I guess I was not only going the right direction, but keeping a pretty steady pace.

The last little addendum to this day was a trip into Tucson and riding with friends at a place called Fantasy Island. Thankfully they had a helmet to lend, because there was zero chance I've come out of that ok without one. I didn't take a spill, but had I been *worried* about taking a spill, I would have. Without a doubt.

I can't say enough good things about that place either. The number of options is insane and the trails just double-back on themselves so much that a few square miles becomes and endless playground. Glad for my guide, we did the Lone Cactus Loop, Burro Pit Loop and then Bo's Loop. Opportunities for more than a little bit of air-time exist as well. Wish I had whatever sense it would have taken to know when to go all out and when there was a cliff with a 90 degree turn just out of sight. Oh well, I won't spoil it for you -- just go. Find someone fast and follow them. What could go wrong, right?

Overall, 22-something miles of mountain biking in a day, topped with some truly excellent pizza (Tuscon's best, I'm assured) it was an excellent day. With training like this, I forget that it's work...

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