Letters from dirtland

Sunday, 18 November 2007

As it happened -- in pictographs!

It began like this:

Neil changes pedals on the fit bike

Jim gets fitted for his Ristretto Ti mountain

The Baum Cycles fit bike


Then, a few short months later, here's how it went down...

Neil building the new babies at Baum HQ:

Build 'em up Buttercup

Build 'em up Buttercup

Build 'em up Buttercup



Majura skyline
All is quiet in camp on the Friday night.

Full moon, Friday night

Ryan winds it out towards transition
Ryan winds it out towards the end of a lap.

On the skinny
This is the good stuff.

Majura singletrack
Yours truly.


Neil demonstrates the real-man's guide to race nutrition:
Cake loading
Carbo Cake loading.

Hydrate or die
Hydration.

Midnight tweaking
Midnight tweaking (ok, more like 3 am tweaking).

Mid-morning mellow
The mid-morning mellow, this is where the crush of fatigue sets in, just before the last ditch GU and Red Bull caffeine charging and panic fires everything up before the finish. (I like how the odd shadow here make it look like Mr Hsu is wearing a man-bra.)

Dust

Jim, the friendly bicycle man
Jim, the happy bicycle man! "Riding bicycles is FUN!"

Kung-fu
Mr Hsu teaches Neil how to perform "bike-fu" on nasty singletrack blockers who bring dishonour on your family.

Ryan cranks it into transition
Ryan cranks it in like a demon.

We missed by how much?
We missed third by how much?


The obligatory team shots
The obligatory team shot. A huge thanks to Volvo for the use of a ridiculously sweet XC90. Whatever Swedish majik is welded into that thing works; we're all home alive after all.


Feebs and I had no such luxury.
Bugz

Epic clouds, tired feet
But we did get a pretty wicked sunset.

God Sun

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