I was thinking about this the other day and maybe it will make a cool thread. Describe your first MTB race experience!
For me it wasn't pretty. I got into MTB totally overweight, had just quit smoking, and hadn't done anything even resembling exercise in years. I went for a few short rides and liked it, but anytime the ride was longer than about 20 minutes I was a disaster. Anyway somehow I got talked into entering the beginner class at the 1993 WNYMBA Raccoon Rally.
The course, looking at it now, is extremely easy, to the point where it's not even interesting. You climb a very easy grade for about 4 miles, then there's another 4 or 5 miles of easy downhill, all on a wide cross country ski trail with nothing the least bit technical or interesting.
But back then it was the most difficult thing I had ever done. I had bought a bike, a Trek 850 hardtail, but I didn't have any way to get it to the race since I drove a Prelude and didn't have a rack. So I showed up there and borrowed TreeSaw's bike which fit me about as well as a baby's shoe would.
They started us in this big field, and there were literally hundreds of riders. At the time it was the biggest MTB race in NY. The course went up a gravel road for a bit, then funneled everyone down to single file before opening back up on the XC ski trail. Since I was at the back of the pack, I literally had to stop and wait like 5 minutes to get through there. Not that it mattered, I was already tired.
As soon as the climb started, I was done. Which is funny because seriously right now I wouldn't even notice that climb. But anyway I walked TreeSaw's bike up that hill for 4 miles, swearing I would never get on a bike again once this was over.
On the downhill section I managed to pass a few people to avoid coming in last. All my buddies at the race (including ghostrider) had literally been finished for almost an hour by the time I got there. I think Sq-earl won actually.
And somehow, that experience got me addicted to mountain biking
For me it wasn't pretty. I got into MTB totally overweight, had just quit smoking, and hadn't done anything even resembling exercise in years. I went for a few short rides and liked it, but anytime the ride was longer than about 20 minutes I was a disaster. Anyway somehow I got talked into entering the beginner class at the 1993 WNYMBA Raccoon Rally.
The course, looking at it now, is extremely easy, to the point where it's not even interesting. You climb a very easy grade for about 4 miles, then there's another 4 or 5 miles of easy downhill, all on a wide cross country ski trail with nothing the least bit technical or interesting.
But back then it was the most difficult thing I had ever done. I had bought a bike, a Trek 850 hardtail, but I didn't have any way to get it to the race since I drove a Prelude and didn't have a rack. So I showed up there and borrowed TreeSaw's bike which fit me about as well as a baby's shoe would.
They started us in this big field, and there were literally hundreds of riders. At the time it was the biggest MTB race in NY. The course went up a gravel road for a bit, then funneled everyone down to single file before opening back up on the XC ski trail. Since I was at the back of the pack, I literally had to stop and wait like 5 minutes to get through there. Not that it mattered, I was already tired.
As soon as the climb started, I was done. Which is funny because seriously right now I wouldn't even notice that climb. But anyway I walked TreeSaw's bike up that hill for 4 miles, swearing I would never get on a bike again once this was over.
On the downhill section I managed to pass a few people to avoid coming in last. All my buddies at the race (including ghostrider) had literally been finished for almost an hour by the time I got there. I think Sq-earl won actually.
And somehow, that experience got me addicted to mountain biking