I have been riding some the last week and yesterday we attempted a ride on some local Flagstaff trails. After riding some dry stuff we rapidly found the mud and snow that pushed us to return on the road. Oh well no camera anyway. I have been slowly looking through boxes in the garage and getting rid of stuff that I don't need(or want). I found these relics from the races of old and thought that I would take a few pictures and maybe toss them in the garbage(we'll see). These are all from 1996 which was the first year that I thought I was a serious mountain bike racer. I have long since recovered from those visions of grandeur and just strive for the upper tier of the mediocrity. The first photo is from the Get Fit Again Race at Cedro Peak in Tijeras, NM. First race of the year, second place in the beginner category. The gold medal is for a sweet win at the Coyote Classic in Las Cruces, NM in the, you guessed it, beginner category. I then raced the King of the Mountain stage race at Sandia Peak outside of Albuquerque in my first sport category race and finished the weekend in 5th overall and wound up with a nice plaque. The race after that was by far the hardest race of my season that year and also the most rewarding. It was the Pajarito Punishment outside of my hometown of Los Alamos, NM. My parents were there to support me with my Dad handing me some Ultrafuel and a banana at the bottom of the 10 mile climb to the finish. I caught about 20 people on the climb to finish 3rd in the sport class and received this awesome Specialized watch. 1st and 2nd places got cash for their prizes and I got this watch. AWESOME! Nice to have a good day when family comes out to support you though. I think my parents, at least my dad, were stoked because I was way behind at the bottom but finished really well. Ahhhh....the glory days. Now I just try and ride as much as possible and enjoy the environment that I happen to be encapsulated in on any given ride.
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