The double header weekend of the Bubba series was a sweet one. The held a race on Saturday night and then again on Sunday at the same place.
The race on Saturday night was pretty cold. I think by the time my race got under way it was in the upper 20's. I felt good on the warm up laps and prepaired to do battle with for one of the bigger cross races of the year. As the race got going I felt like I had some fight in me. I battled with several riders who were out of my league at the beginning and that was a great feeling. The course was long, flat, and bumpy as hell with a double sand pit. Towards the middle of the race I finally remembered to look at the lap card to see how much longer I was going to be punished. When I looked up it said 7.... oh fuck. I swear that race was 2 hours long. For some reason after seeing that I decided to start riding the sand pit to see if I could make it. I actually did on the second try. The only reason I didn't make the first try is because some fell in front of me. I even took a PBR hand up to keep the hard core fans loud. With 2 laps to go I found my self in a little battle with Wes Beirmen, Matt Dawson, and Mike Weiss closing in from about 10 seconds back. I turned on the heat a little and we dropped Matt. I don't think he was feeling to good. We kept it pinned knowing Mike was right there and still closing the gap a little. On the last lap he was probably only 3 seconds down. I gave it all I had coming out of every corner. I didn't want to let anyone by. I was pretty nervous heading into the sand pit for the last time. Wes was right there and Mike was too. I tried to stay as smooth as possible and focused on the remount. When I got clipped back in I took a peak over my shoulder only to see Wes right there. I pretty much sprinted since the finish line was only about 75 yards from there. I was able to ahead of those two but I found out that my result was not so great...32nd. I was kinda bumbed about my result but the race was a good one and I fought off some fast guys so I wasn't too bumbed.
On Sunday, much of the course was the same but the opposite direction. I drank a crap load of recovery drink the night before knowing I was going to be racing again the next day. However, I felt like shit. I don't think I ate enough food. I spun around before the race and I could tell that I had nothing in the tank. As the race got going I thought I had fooled my self. I felt really good actually and was riding with a fast group of guys fairly easily for the 1st lap. On the second lap I still felt good and tried to stay with them. I maintained my spot and stayed very close. Going into the 3rd lap they had opened up about a 5 second gap on me. On the asphalt section I went hard to close as much of that gap as possible and just blew up. I red lined and had to slow down and spin it out. I never recoverd from it and just had to spin the rest of the race. There was nothing I could do at that point. My race was over but I didn't want to quit, so, I stayed in and finished what I started.
Here are some photo's.
Holla atcha boy......
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