I got the green light this weekend from the wife to head out of town for both NorCal races. If anyone wants to attend San Ardo in the future I recommend against it, unless you can fly there. It took about 2 hours of 85mph driving from San Jose to get there, 6 hours total from Truckee (+traffic). It was also a weee bit chilly for the early morning start. Luckily Nate, the handy man, is always prepared and had some warming oil that I lathered up with.
The first problem of the day was there was no follow car or any support for the race. The second problem was that about 5 guys flatted before we even rolled off the start line. Goat head city!!!
As we rolled off for the first lap approx 10 guys flatted in the first 5 miles. I was thinking to myself, this is great by the time we finish it will be down to 20 guys. This was not a survival of fitness but who has the best tires. The course was fitted for me, flat with rolling hills and a gradual uphill finish. As we rode the first lap there were countless unsuccessful attacks trying to establish a break. My game plan was to follow any break that looked well represented with yahoo and cal giant. We finished the first lap with no change. As we powered through the rolling hills of the second lap, I noticed a certain soft feeling in my front wheel, yup I flatted. Good thing there was no wheel support. I rode back to the car to get my front wheel and was so pissed that I had planned to jump back in the group as they rode by on the 3rd lap. I know this is not legal, but my plan was to get some more pack riding lessons and a better workout to burn off the Mondo Burrito I ate the night before. I sat back on a side road with Dustin, who had dropped his chain earlier, and we were going to ride back into the group as they passed by. Multiple groups passed and when I finally realized the P12 group rode by I was too slow to react to get back on. Instead I rode a 20 minute interval for good measure and hung it up for the day. Tomorrow was what I drove down for in the first place.