Sea Otter couldn’t have come at a better time for me.
A little pick-me-up after what could only be described as a completely horrible week leading up to it (You know, the-wife-left-house-burned-down-to-the-ground-and-the-dog-hates-you country western song personal shit). So a gathering of The Tribe in Monterey was exactly what the Doctor ordered–and who am I to argue?
So the 6 1/2 hour drive north with an iPod full of 80s metal power ballads and a race in a couple of days was great medication.
I left for Monterey on Wednesday morning and got in around 3. The wind was a definite problem and one that’d be with us for most of the week. Setting up camp was definitely made much easier by a few carabiners. Without them I think my tent would have been in the Pacific before I even noticed it’d blown away. Wicked wind. Anyway camp set up, I headed into town for some of my favorite childhood memories and Gianni’s Pizza and a cannoli. Delicious! And the last meal I’d have from an oven for a few days.
Thursday morning I woke up and had a can of Ensure and a banana, dropped 2 MotorTabs into my bottle and headed out for a pre-ride of the course. This was my first time on the Sea Otter XC course and it was great. As a kid growing up in the area I always had access to Laguna Seca Raceway, but I think much of the course we got to ride at Sea Otter was part of Fort Ord and off limits to civilians back in the day. Getting into the back country and seeing what I’d never seen as a kid was great. And the course, despite having only about 2,800 feet of climbing was one I knew I’d have a good race on after I finished my pre-ride. (Real good in this case, given the class and attraction of Sea Otter–and a few sandbaggers–was a top 40% place in my mind.) I’d describe the Sea Otter XC course as completely fair to any XC racer. Nothing overly technical. No harsh climbs. A couple of sand pits. A good mix of singletrack and fire road. The wind at the last meadow to crest climb was a real bitch and I thought this might be the only threat to my having a real good race.
Plus it’s sort of deceptive but a 6% grade for a couple of miles, so the brain starts its little games with you. Pre-ride over I headed to the expo to see what was up and then back to camp for a couple of beers, resting the legs and watching part of The Italian Job (which I still have yet to finish).
I was racing Cat 3 on Friday, so the race was in the afternoon.
We started late for some reason, but a few minutes after 2 we were rolling. I had a front row start and grabbed the “holeshot” and kept a good 10-15 seconds on the field for a ways. Until I got nervous as I heard less pedaling of others and more of mine.
I started having visions of being the only idiot that kept going straight having missed a post while the rest of the field made a right a half a mile ago. So I sat up. In retrospect, a look behind would have made more sense, but WTF. Sitting up cost me a lot of places in the end because the field broke up pretty quickly once the singletrack started and I would have been in a lead group that would have given me a higher place at the end. You race, you learn.
Anyway, race went smooth for me except for an impromptu meeting with the dirt in the sand pit after I grabbed a rut that was beneath the sand. No biggie. I felt strong for 90% of the race and ended up with a 39th place out of 115 racers. I don’t think I left it all on the course and between that and some better race strategy/execution I’d have done better. But I went into Sea Otter with limited expectations due to the length of the course (my shortest race of the year) and left pleased with my result. Hopefully someone got a nice shot of a GT Bicycles Zaskar comfortably leading off the front of the pack for a bit.

After the race I stopped by GT’s pit and grabbed a beer and photo with the Gold Diggers (Double Yum!),

The Prize for the GT Golden Bike Winner
quick stop to the bike wash, pedaled over to
Ergon to meet
Mr 24 and
Sonya Looney in person (and check out the very cool new GX3), hauled ass back to camp, broke down, showered, and drove home, arriving by 11:30. I’d say that’s a pretty busy day. I wish I could have stuck around for the night’s fun and the rest of the races, but with all the shit hitting the fan back at The Ranch, I had to get outta town. Next year fo’ sho!
All in all, I had a great time and it’s an event I’ll finally declare worthy of an annual pilgrimage.
There’s something very exciting about knowing thousands of like-minded friends are heading to a single spot to do only that thing you like. It’s truly a gather of The Tribe and I dig it more than anything in life. Those of us the rest of the world thinks are freaks gather comfortably and just get on with it.
Garmin Edge 705 data from the race.