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WORS Alterra Race Report

31 Aug

I’m up to 3 races now in the Midwest each in a different state.  They all share two things in common, lots of tight twisty single track and hot, wet heat.  I’m slowly but surely acclimating.

I Finally got a WORS series race under my belt and it did not disappoint.  It was the Alterra Coffee Bean Classic at Crystal Ridge, Wisconsin.

WORS puts on a well organized, professional race. ICUP ain’t too far behind though.  In the bang for buck category WORS wins hands down with bigger turnout, just as stiff competition, equally great venues and medals for everyone on the podium all for a measly $25.

This was the first race with some serious climbs, steep enough to hurt but not long enough to get much distance on anyone.  Alterra offered up the twistiest, tightest and most single track of the 3 races I’ve done.  My single track skills are progressing but not once in the 3 races I’ve done have I ever felt like I was in any sort of rhythm.  I did however, pass way more racers in the one track than passed me.  Progress.

Alterra was also the hottest, by far, of the 3 races.  More CR before the race was key to feeling great the entire race with no fade. Or it might have been Half Acre riders Jen and Paul-Brian cheering and dumping ice water on me. There were 19 in my 40+ category and I ended up 5th.  I’ll take it but think I could have moved up a couple places just by getting to the front before hitting the single track.

The Pro Men’s podium.  Guerra 1st, Braun 2nd and Matter 3rd.

Any good race day is not complete without some good food.  All road trips that pass through Wisconsin now require a mandatory stop, the Mars Cheese Castle.  A little bit of kitsch and a whole lot of killer sandwiches.  Try the 3-cheese and tomato grilled cheese.

Thursday I fly to Salt Lake to ride the Park City Point 2 Point and fill racer’s water bottles with CR.  Yes, I said ride.

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World’s Greatest Holiday

11 May

Ask my kids what their favorite holiday is and they will freely answer, “Mother’s Day.”  No, not Christmas or their birthday but Mother’s Day.  Why, might you ask?  It has to be the cheese, or maybe it’s the Mother.

For the last number of years we have made a tradition of packing a picnic to Red Butte Gardens and feasting and drinking until all we can do is roll around in the grass.  By feasting, of course, I mean eating lots and lots of exotic cheeses and meats and more cheeses.  Maybe toss in some crusty baguette and an Oregon Pinot but the focus has been and always will be the cheese.

This year was no disappointment.  I brought along generous portions of Rembrandt Gouda, French Mimolette, Brie and Swiss.  I stepped up the meat selection to include genuine Prosciutto di Parma wrapped around cantaloupe and some hard dry salami.  I’m telling you it was pure palette heaven.

This year was extra special because we haven’t been eating any dairy products (don’t ask) so the cheese was an extra special treat.  I seriously could have just died yesterday because it just doesn’t get any better.

Of course none of this would be possible without a Mother.  Happy Mother’s Day Mom and Happy Mother’s Day Tasha.  I love you both!

Oh, what does one look like after such a feast? Glad you asked, pretty damn happy and in my case, pretty damn old.

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