Rovers Boner Run 4-15-07 Well Dane wanted a race report..Grab a cold one and enjoy. Here we go
Tracy, Chris and I packed the truck with 2 bikes (minus Tracy’s) and headed out to camp rock road for the Rovers Boner run. We got up to the Rovers Camp and instantly found Deb and asked where Dane was. She said Dane was with one of the Rovers at the hospital. Apparently he had crashed real bad and wasn’t in good shape. My heart sank. It was in the back of my mind all night long. After unloading the truck we saw Jack, said happy (belated) birthday and handed him a card. Sorry it was late Jack. After getting settled in, we got the fire going and out came the “do you remember the time…” stories. We had a blast. Dane rolled up and said that the injured rider was doing much better..What a relief. Around 10sh we packed it up and rolled into Danes trailer to get some shuteye. I tossed most of the night trying to get comfy on our ever deflating air mattress. 6 am came up quick and let the buttcheek symphony begin. Now I now why these guys don’t need alarm clocks! I got up and started getting all the signups, entry fees and sound testing stuff out of the way. Got the bike ready and relaxed for about 30 minutes. 8:30 rolls around and Chris jumped on his bike and tried to start it….nothing! We tried in vain to get this thing started. Nope, not happening. I felt pretty bad. I fired up the bike and got to the starting line. After arriving I found out that we were staring La Mans style…I guess I should have read the flier. There were a lot of injuries. My line started around 11:45 or 12sh…yes…..3 hours after getting to the bomb….fun fun fun. My turn and I had the urge to pee. I never got the chance the banner went up and I did the dance for about a minute. The banner dropped and I ran to the bike and got a one kick start. Awesome! I started clicking through gears and looked to my right and left…no one there…SWEET! About 20 seconds later I saw a tire to the right of me. I glanced over but when I looked back to the course I tagged a good size rock. The handlebars smacked my mouthpiece and my hand got jammed between the throttle and the brake. Damn it hurt soooooo bad. I’m happy I didn’t wad up. I got control of the bike and putted to the first downhill. I had to stop and look at my wrist. I pulled off the course and watched 20 bikes and 6 quads pass me. Apparently they started the quads a few minutes after us. I was pissed and still had to pee. My wrist swelled up in a matter of minutes but I WAS going to finish. After watering a few bushes I jumped back on the bike and started feeling out the pace of the race. Between the start and check 1 there rocks, deep whoops, bigger rocks, squared off whoops, rock beds, whoops and more rocks…Do I need to say more. I passed 3 quads and 3 bikes. I was getting more confident but my wrist was killing me. I stopped once and got it feeling better again. Between checks 1 and 2 it was pretty much the same. ROCKS and WHOOPS. This time they had a little more uphill/ downhill sections and an open section. I pulled into check 2 to see some familiar Rovers faces. They boosted me up, got my butt slapped 10 times and the little crayon monsters decided use my bike as coloring book. After check 2 my hand was starting to go numb and I tagged a rock (go figure) and laid it down on a hill. At this point all the curse words were flowing out loud. I waited for a few minutes and a lil kid on a CRF230 passes me ….up the hill….that I just crashed on. Oh hell no... I got the bike over the hill and started down a single track trail. Man this was soo much fun. I got the kid on an easier line and zipped along to check 3. Tracy was hooting and hollering with a big ‘ol smile. She said something that just stuck with me the whole race….”race yourself and the terrain…not the guys in front of you” After check 3 I kept saying it over and over again. I clicked!!! I was just starting riding a “brisk trail pace” After a few miles I started catching up with a few more quads and bikes. I figured if I caught up with them, them I’m gonna pass them. I got to check 4 and I was pumped (in a good way) I don’t even remember hitting the brakes. They hit my card with the crayon and I was gone. From check 4 to the finish I just paced myself and hit some more wide open terrain. I went around a bend and it turned into an off camber hill with a single track trail. Wow it was nuts. Very challenging. After a few up hills and down hills. I was stoked! I was coming up to a bike at about the 30 mile mark of the race and just jammed the throttle. I got around him by hitting a few bushes and a nice little G-out. I thought it was worth it but as I looked back for just a split sec it said “chase” on the number plate. DOH. With about 5 miles to go I picked off one of the guys in my class. This time I just got behind him….and he just let me by. It was weird to me. I mean he literally swerved to the right and waved at me. Oh well I guess that was easier then I thought. I pulled up to the finish line and got my finishing pin, few more slaps in the butt and some more cheers….but it was bitter sweet….I was hoping to get just a few more miles out of me…
What a great race! I did crash 3 times and had to stop off the course twice to rest the hand but I’m very proud of myself! After check 3 I didn’t crash or stop one time. I had a goal and I far exceeded it. On my first race HBMC, which was a thousand times easier, I must of stopped a dozen times and lost 15 to 20 minutes to Chris and Tracy. I did much better and didn’t suck to much dust. I want to thank Dane, Deb, Jack, Rescue 3 and all the Rovers. They put on a challenging but fun race. I think it was one of the hardest rides I have ever done in my 4 years of riding. The best part is that I got through some challenges….hurt wrist, numb hands, Huge/deep whoops and the biggest rock garden I have ever seen…..Can't wait for the next one.
-Kevin-
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