I didn’t think I was that knackered – until I walked down to the shops, then back, then realised I forgotten the milk and almost cried…
We ‘Phoenix Knights’ came 9th out of 30 in the team males, way better than we’d hoped for. Loved the dry loose conditions, attacked everything that wasn’t uphill with authentic gnarr attitude, right down to overtaking one slower rider on the fireroad crossing on the final descent and than crashing on the next bend. No, not embarrassing at all…
There was a really good vibe on the course, most riders allowing each other to pass whenever humanly possible – made it a pleasure to joust with the more roadie cyclists, as I gained places downhill before losing them again uphill, with banter to match – whilst the really hardcore XC riders just flashed by in their metaphorical fast lane. Getting a better result next year is likely to require proper training, which seems too much like hard work, so maybe just one a Onderdog for me in 2012.
Our team no. was 328 if anyone has more photos – look out for the bang-on-trend-in-1990 jerseys!