These races are quite simple. Not simple in the sense that it’s easy to race but simple in the way it works. The guidelines are laid out for you, course marked, and competitors revved. Passing lapped traffic can be a test alone but in the grand scheme of things it’s the least of my worries. Climbing faster than the next guy is always tricky as is maneuvering through the thick intestinal single track. My superfly single speed tends to balance my worries with mind as Marko keeps my climbing in check.

It was great to get back under the tent of the WORS dirt circus in Lake Geneva and let it rip. With the signature Goooooooo! Don let us loose as I muscled towards the front with the regulars in tow. With the taste of blood in my throat I released the throttle and caught a glimpse of the gap. Four of us had broken free of the pack within a mile of the the start. This seems to be the consistency of mtb racing whether local or international. I continued to push the pain train into the end of lap one where I took a wrong turn and was shelled into fourth.

It wasn’t long before the gap diminished and a second wind shot through my veins like gasoline. I went to the front and steadily increased the pace until the gaps fell into my hands. For a brief moment it appeared that some “team work” was on the horizon but I fell into a solo trance that consisted of keeping a 15-30 seconds on my own blood. Glimpses of a tattooed arm through switchback sections kept the motor going as did my super-fan section that consisted of some WORS first timers. Needless to say they were stoked on chamois as I was satisfied to find yet another corner of the pain cave!

FISHER 29 = PODIUM PRIDE

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