Erm, I vowed very early on in my riding ‘career’ that I would never race as it’s the opposite of everything I wanted from it. My competitiveness is, far, far, far in excess of what my limited ability and flabby body can produce – so mostly I’ve avoided it, I’ve done a few ‘fun’ events like Passportes (which isn’t much fun IMHO, frankly it’s rubbish) and a few ‘fun’ races like The Kona Mashups which were lightweight Endruo events before Enduro was much of a thing in the UK.
But then I entered an Urban DH Race, a proper, timed, serious race which was broadcast on Freecaster (I think) and had real pro riders and a final jump that involved a wood take-off that was still being built as we pushed to the start and was big enough they parked a pick-up length ways in the middle of it (and more importantly a chicken run that was just ‘the way’ as far as I was concerned). I had an advantage over most of the field as it happened to be in my home town and I rode ‘the course’ dozens of times as a kid on BMXs and all sorts AND I knew that whilst it was called a DH race, the course was really tight and a shorter bike would be much better. Still, I turned up on my DH bike, because I’m an idiot, crashed twice, came pretty much last, hated it.