Way back in February, the brother and I signed up for the Park City Point to Point not really knowing much else other than it had rave reviews, loads of singletrack, and plenty of vertical. Needless to say, the course didn't disappoint, the organization was top notch, and the trails were superb. Myself and my equipment however, not so perfect.
The walk of shame back to the finish took around an hour and a half but seemed twice as long with everybody whizzing by me on the downhills. A few stopped to chat and I was actually in a darn good mood, because really what could I have done other than smile and shrug it off? I'll be back next year.
To top it all off, this weekend is the grand daddy of one day races, the Vapor Trail 125, and I still have to build up a bike to ride. I wonder what it will be this year? Rain? Snow? Hail? Lighting? Yeti attacks? Bring it.