Thursday, November 11, 2010

25 Hours of Frog Hollow: Race Review


25 Hours of Frog Hollow was a great race and a great time for the Back of the Pack crew. The course was awesome, the event was well organized, the dudes & dudettes were all cool. Back of the Pack Racing will definitely return in 2011. 


So, that's that. 


The Official Race Review:
Check out the Mountain Flyer article - written by our friend Brian Leddy
The Link, Dude!

Check out Brian's photos, buy a few and send me a couple for my Christmas present.
The Link to My Christmas Present, my present from you!

I'm sure you will find us Back of the Pack racers. Moral Chairman: #158, The Judd: #159, The Lt Col: #160

All That Matters:
The Lt Col is triumphant, triumphant in his own personal world series. The Lt Col believes that his head-to-head victory over The Judd places him at the front of the Back of the Pack 2010 standings. Ok. We'll roll with that. Out of 7 head-to-head races the Lt Col has 4 victories & The Judd has 3 victories. We can't argue that. We won't argue that. So we will move on & we won't talk about the 20 other races that The Judd competed in... the races that were too tough for The Lt Col.


And remember. The Judd defines the history. The Judd writes the history. So something positive will come out of this. It just depends on how I spin it, how I manipulate it. Maybe I'll just forget about it and move on to the 2011 season. 


The Ultimate Excuse, Just for Historical Purposes:
Ok, don't pay attention to what I said above. I'm not going to let this issue die. So, let's not forget about this. 


The Judd finally went to the Dr 4 days after he (I) returned from the 25 Hours of Frog Hollow. Normal men don't go to the doctor, at least normal men that live in the Wild Wild West. But enough is enough. So here is a summary of the conversation.
  • The Judd: "Dr. I feel like crap. I've been coughing for 3 weeks. I hurt all over. But that's not the primary problem. I'm really depressed, The Lt Col smoked me at the 25 Hours of Frog Hollow.
  • Dr: "Oh man, let's take a look."
  • The Judd: "Ok, but this better not take too long. I'm busy. I've got places to go and people to see."
  • Dr: "Dude! I mean, The Judd, you've got Bronchitis and an uncontrollable set of Bronco Spasms. Mere Mortals would be in intensive care right now."
  • The Judd: "That doesn't do me any good. I can deal with the cough & the sinus infection but I can't deal with The Lt Col."
  • Dr: "Well, I've heard of The Lt Col, but I don't know The Lt Col. Either way, his 'victory' over you requires and asterisk. You're lucky to be alive and The Lt Col is lucky that you are sick. Sick like a dog. If you were 1/2 way healthy, The Lt Col would have no chance!" 
  • The Judd: "Yeah, we all know that. Well, we all know that but The Lt Col won't admit it."
  • Dr: "Yeah, The Lt Col's a freak. Anyway, I should admit you to the local ICU but since you are The Judd I'll give you these 6 pills. Take the pills with your favorite case of beer and you should be good to go in a day or two."
The 200 Mile Barrier:
Anyway, once again the Lt Col didn't smash through the 200 mile barrier. The 200 mile barrier is always a lofty goal, a goal that can only be 'realistic' after a long calorie filled night around the campfire. So, it's safe to say that The Lt Col will never break through the 200 mile barrier. It's also a safe bet that The Judd will bust through the 200 mile barrier at 24 Hrs of Old Pueblo. Wanna put some money on it?

The Rest of the Details:
The Judd's fear of the Lt Col's relentless verbal onslaught pushed him to the limit, but the limit was 9 hrs, not 25 hours. An uncontrollable cough and wicked chest / lung trauma ended the race for B.P.R's founder, B.P.R.'s leader, B.P.R.'s philosophizer. Oh well. Life goes on. There is always the next race.

The B.P.R. Morale Chairman did what only the B.P.R. Morale Chairman knows what to do. Race, relax, race, relax, repeat. Only The Morale Chairman can let the legs freeze up and then jump on the bike and endure the 'warm-up' pain - time after time. Only The Morale Chairman can put the sheep in mothballs, chill out for a month, pull the bike out and log a cool 115 miles. Psychotic!

The B.P.R. Team Awards:
  • The Lt Col: "My Phil Wood Bottom Bracket may be busted, but I'll still eat burritos and ride" award, 13 laps -> 166.6 miles
    • Alt award for the Lt Col: "I'll check the real-time standings then decide how many laps I'll ride" Award.
  • The Morale Chairman: "I too busy, I'm too important, I'm too cool to train... But I'll race" award, 9 laps -> 115.4 miles
  • The Judd: "Who's The Judd? That horizontal dude coughing up a lung and crying for his mommy" award, 7 very fast laps but only 90.3 miles. 
Lessons Learned:
  1. Listen to your mother. Don't give into peer pressure, don't be bullied by the bullies. 
  2. Don't forget your water bottles at the pit. You'll either have to run on empty or circle back. Both options suck
  3. If your battery falls off in the middle of the night, it may be wise to turn around and pick it up. 
  4. If your seal on you bottom bracket breaks off - no big deal, just walk all the hills. 
  5. Don't show up to the race with dead batteries, The Judd's not always around to save the day - or night. 
  6. If they are throwing out goodies at the awards party, move to the front of the crowd. 
  7. Carl's Jr - if you are cooking meth in the 'toilet' then lock the door. Be smart about it, dude!
The Absurd:
It was late, it was dark. The B.P.R. Morale Chairman and The Lt Col were riding a 2AM lap together. (Alright, sometime around 2AM.) A Foxy Mama, we will call her Rider FM from now on, caught up with the dudes. The Morale Chairman was smart and let Rider FM go by.The Lt Col reached the mandatory dismount point right before Rider FM. (Ok, Ok. The Rider FM was just not Foxy, she was one fast woman racer. Awesome.) The Lt Col decided he would hop on the bike and ride the tricky switchbacks - right in front of Rider FM. (She was planning to walk / run the section.) The Lt Col was a bit rusty on this section, he hadn't actually rode down the section since around 2PM, which was 12+ hours earlier. So, he jumped on the bike and quickly realized he couldn't maneuver the bike and clip in at the same time. A disaster in the making as he rolled down the hill with 2 legs flailing in the darkness, feet off the petals. The Lt Col gained control and stopped the machine. SAFE! So, he regained his composure, mounted the titanium machine and headed down the slope. This time the shoes clipped in and he was good to go, good to go until he hit some bad ruts. Yep, The Lt Col ate S*^T and almost went off a cliff. He survived. BUT The Lt Col can't remember if the bodacious babe, I mean the very attractive Rider FM said 1) Oh man, are you ok! or 2) Oh man, you are such a F'n idiot! Either way, we are all happy that The Lt Col had a 'safe' crash in the middle of the night.

Questions That Must Be Answered:
  1. If Prob-eee won't race... will he cook?
  2. If Prob-eee would rather hike then ride... will he hike in Utah and keep the fire going and burritos warm at night?
A Thousand Thanks:
  1. The Madre for cooking up awesome gringo breakfast burritos - yes, green chili was included. 
  2. The Padre for huntin' down the easy up in the middle of the night prior to the departure. 
Judd's Lap Times:
The Course:
Just a View, Dude!

Just One Lap


The Video:
Here is the video, dudes and dudettes. The music is by the Black Owls, a bitchin' band based in Ohio. The lead singer / drummer is Dave, a dude that was part of the hooligans that I hung out with at the Copper Donkey in New Zealand. Dave is a killer dude; Black Owls is a killer band. Yeah, I like to name drop. I know a whole bunch of 'celebrities'. (But do the celebrities no me? Of course not.)

Lap 1 of Many

The Pics:
For all the pics Dude, click this link!
The Back of the Pack Pit


The End for The Lt Col and The Morale Chairman

The Lt Col's Hardware


Hello! Hello! What? You tired Lt Col?


Back in Albuquerque, 1AM. The Judd's at The Wheel... with a Camera

In The End:
If you're having fun: the impossible becomes possible, insane pain becomes manageable. 
If you're not having fun: pack it in and save yourself for another day. 

What's Next?
Well, a few weeks of moderate riding, fun riding. Then hardcore training begins for the grand daddy of them all - 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo, Feb 19/20. 



3 comments:

  1. haha! you crack me up Juddy Judd! what can I say Im proud of my bro (ie. lt col)

    hoping we can make it for old pueblo. Port a Nester is wanting to ride!!!

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  2. Man (woman), I really hope you guys can make Old Pueblo. Port a Nester would have a blast racing. Prob-eee screwed the pooch and didn't get a solo racing spot. He signed up for duo, but has no racing partner. So, we have a spot for Port a Nester put probably need to know around Jan 1st. Or if you two want to do a coed duo then you can sign up - I think spots are still available. Make it happen! Let us know.

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  3. Oh, BTW, no one should be 'proud' of The Lt Col. We all have high expectations for him. His performances are usually below our high expectations, so instead of being 'proud' of him you should start railing on him and let him know that he is underperforming.

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