The mud on his boots was thick, thick and slimy. His pants were tucked into the tops of his boots at mid-calf, duct-tape sealing the boots to the jeans for the frequent instances when the mud got deeper than the boots got high. The faded denim hung loose around his bony hips and streaks of dirt changed the color to a dull brownish hue. The old t-shirt he had on…
Mud
Sunday found me once again racing the Singletrack Cycles West Side Mountain Bike series presented by BUDU racing. This time, the race took place at Soaring Eagle Park in Lake Sammamish, Washington. Driving to the race, I could see dark clouds hanging in the sky and traces of rain began falling on my windshield. I mentally began to prepare for a mud bath. Arriving early, I parked on…
It was about time, time for another mountain bike race, time for some more mud, and time for Gatorade and Gu. This week’s episode took place in Black Diamond, Washington, a town I had never heard of, even after living in the Pacific Northwest for 26 years. It was the second race of Singletrack Cycles West Side Mountain Bike series presented by BUDU
On a weekend in January, I bravely competed in a mountain bike race called the Tapeworm Time Trial (TTT). For those of you who don’t know what a tapeworm is, go here, for those of you who do, the similarity is in the twisting back and forth nature of the course. The fact that it was January meant that the trail was muddy, wet, and also…
