When we went out for some single track the day before the start,
we didn't think we would be honing our skills for the event.....
This is what the day before, and the first day looked like:
Proud white trash
The paceline into Oakridge
If we were superheroes we'd be called "Scabman"
This is what Day 2 and 3 looked like:
When we finally turned onto gravel I knew it was time to get serious. The grade kicked up to double digits and the trail got loose. The climb was relentless. It stayed steep and dry and soon we emerged from the cover of trees and it got hot as well.
There are worse things than cold shoes..........
Everyone was looking for a good line. There were none.
This is what days four and five looked like:
By now I found I was passing the same riders that I had passed on previous days at about the same points on the ride.
We hit some snow, but the mood was almost comical at this point and so, like the Oregon Trail pioneers, we just rolled with it...
NOT McWoodie (a.k.a. McRibs), but you get the idea