With One Eye Open

So apparently I didn't have enough extra energy to bring you the exciting play by play updates during this weekends festivities.... Please forgive me. Or maybe it was due to that bottle of Tums I managed to polish off.

No matter how many 24 hour adventures I have under my belt it is always the same: Somehow I forget how bad they hurt within two days but I always remember within the first two hours.

Random observation: You spend the entire day before the race packing, cooking and cleaning. After a long drive you arrive and set up a mini city in anticipation. Then at noon the next day you saddle up and race for 24 hours straight (the easy part). Then at 3 pm the next day, you tear down your city, repack your set up into your now trashed vehicle and drive back home with one eye open. Finally you spend the next three days sleeping, cleaning, unpacking and recovering from your "24" hour race.... time elapsed, 144 hrs.



In regards to time, Kona was a humble precursor to what Moab will be like... I have the feeling however, that Moab will leave me with the motor skillz off a drunk 3 year old.



When the dust settled we took home the dubs but it wasn't without a fight. Kona put together a strong squad that left us racing right down to the final lap, much respect.

When it comes to 24 hour racing, your support crew is everything! Thank you Brian, Andy, Tracy and Alex, we couldn't have done it if you hadn't kept our bikes dialed, legs massaged and bellies full.