South of the Mason-Dixon line the definition of "fast flowing single track" is significantly different then up North. Down here it means sections of single track mixed with rock gardens, roots and mud.Never-the-less it was an opportunity to go out and get in a 4 hour race, have some fun and drink a few beers. Still feeling the effects of the Cape Epic I rode at a conservative pace, running most of the race in mid pack. My finishing position looked secure until a flat less then a half mile from the finish along with a terrible job at changing the tire let 5 riders get by. The result - a beer immediately upon crossing the line, 20th out of 35 and 3rd in single speed. Not what I was hoping for but not a total loss either, at least I brought a suspension fork and made life a bit more plush!
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