24 May Race Review: 2013 Dawn ’til Dusk…
We decided that this year we should close up shop and attend the Dawn ’til Dusk 12 Hour race, in nearby Gallup, in style. We were most excited about the re-scheduling of the race from mid April to mid May, when the weather would be so much warmer and more predictable. So we officially announced that we would be closing for the weekend as of 4-ish o-clock on Friday, not to return until Tuesday at the crack of 10am, as normal.
True to style, we decided to add last minute projects to our “getting out of town” to-do list, and Friday afternoon found Danny frantically building a bike rack for our little Bikeworks race trailer. Meanwhile, I was waiting for new tires to be installed and aligned on the van that we were borrowing for the weekend. Meanwhile, quite a few of our customers were frantically picking up their bikes on the way to the race as well. Sometimes it seems that getting out of town is an impossible task, but in the end it all works out, and our shop was closed, our little trailer was loaded, our loaner van was ready, and off we went.
Our little bike rack trailer mod allowed us to carry significantly more cargo, in addition to 6 bikes, and was made completely made from scrap wood found lying around my house. Here we see Danny taking a step back and admiring his handy-work.
A few hours after departure found us wandering around Gallup, sort of lost, for the dozenth time, but eventually we found the packet pickup in a sports bar in downtown. We grabbed our number plates, and decided to stay for dinner. We were pleasantly surprised to find that they had Stone IPA on tap, and that the chicken fajitas were more than satisfactory.
We were off to a good start, and as usual, we were taking things very seriously.
Arriving to the camp site at dusk, we find that a perfect space has been saved for us by our “bros”, and we promptly set up some camp chairs and got to a few more beers and some BS’ing while the sun went down.
Amongst our fellow racers in the Bikeworks crew camp was Papa Lucero, who was kind enough to build a “Bikeworks First Aid Kit” as a result of our mishaps at our last 12 Hour race.
The kit included a poop shovel for me, a barf bucket for Danny, some anti-diarrhea medicine, pepto-bismol, and or course some Spongebob bandaids for good measure. Fortunately, none of these items were made use of this time, but the kit has a permanent home in the Bikeworks race trailer, as it is just a matter of time.
We generally kept it mellow Friday night since many in our crew had some fairly ambitious aspirations for the day to come. Saturday morning I awoke at Dawn, surprisingly not hung-over, staring out at an awesome sunrise.
After years of waking up to sub-freezing, super windy, and blizzard conditions at this race, I knew that this year we were finally going to have a good time.
I was drawn out of my sleeping bag to discover why everyone was laughing. Turns out, watching Paul “Taco Truck” Trotman emerge from a child’s tent much shorter across than he is tall, is quite amusing.
Then the bike race happened. For the next 12 hours, give or take, things generally looked like this…
Another Bikeworks Amigo and Scalo Veloce team member Greg Foster put in 10 SS laps, but only 9 made it in before time was up. He made it on the podium nonetheless.
We even had some ladies out there in our jerseys this time, with Sara and Sean racing a co-ed duo. It was Sean’s first XC race, and he rode the course like it was a DH track, and reportedly crashed no less than 6 times. And last but not least Maggie put in 5 laps in the Women’s geared Solo for a top 10 finish.
We had dozens of other friends and cohorts out there rocking our jerseys and making us look good. Too many to remember right now, so sorry for anybody I have left out, and thanks for representing!
However, a short time later, Alex ran out of time with 9 laps completed, and showed us all what a proper salt-brow looks like…
and set about our business. Unfortunately for you, Dear Reader, I have decided that we shall not be posting any photos of any drinking shenanigans that may or may not have taken place, as undoubtedly somebody involved will be running for office someday and then this evidence of stupidity will be used against him. So, if you want to see us getting stupid, you will just have to join us next month for the 24 Hours of Enchanted Forest.
That’s all I got for this story. I apologize that it is not nearly as entertaining as our last endeavor. Unfortunately, everything just went smoothly, and that makes for a boring story. If any readers have a good story from the race they would like to share, please send it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll post it up.
Thanks for reading!