I made myself some good old-fashioned race-day hot cereal with bananas and coffee. Packed my food, some more coffee, oranges and o.j., some throat lozenges, and cold medicine--wasn't sure what was happening but I wasn't going to miss the race. Got the car packed with bike, clothes (and extra stuff just in case) and all the essentials.
Making the trip north was fairly uneventful although I had to keep the speed down because of the numerous speed traps on the highway. I saw others obviously going to the race with cross bikes strapped to the roof and trunks. Arrived in Paris just after nine to connect up with the group of riders from Windsor. We cycled over to the start area from Paris where all our cars were parked. There were only a few of us in the first wave and a couple in the third wave.
I wanted to get in a decent warm up and had been to this race before so just went
Got to the start line with about 10 minutes to spare and found myself in the middle of the first wave starting group. Of course, waiting there was nerve racking and I was thinking how I would jump hard out of the start getting in to a group in the middle--hopefully at about my level--to make the race easier and quicker to finish.
The race heads out initially on the road, turning quickly onto a gravel road and then on to a rail trail. I knew that if I jumped quickly on the road section, I could get into a decent group on the rail trail--it would be hard to pass early on the rail trail because of the sheer number of riders. Well, it didn't take long for the first real crash to happen. I was somewhere in the middle of a fairly large group about 2km into the rail trail when about 5 riders up, 2 riders went down. I don't know what happened, whether they crossed wheels (my guess) or something else happened. All I knew was that the whole rail trail was blocked and everyone behind me was going fast so I yelled out 'riders down.' I think most people heard as we moved slightly off the trail to move around and slowed a little, but I looked back and it looked like a piling on after a touch-down
I saw the end of the rail trail coming and the 90 degree right turn up the rocky hill coming. Last year I tried to ride up the hill with the effect of going over my bars. This year, I was going to be smarter!!!! I jumped off and in good cross fashion, carried my bike while running up the hill. Boy, that actually hurt and my lungs were burning by the time I hit the top and was slow to re-mount and go....into the single track, or I think I could say, the never ending mud.
That hope didn't last all that long. This years race is being called 'epic.' Well, I don't know about epic but it certainly covered the range of precipitation types and would be a meteorologists joy to report. In other words, it sucked. It rained, snowed, sleeted, hailed, and then gave us a few snow squalls. Oh yeah, didn't I mention that they already had 30mm of rain the day before. Well, now I know why I prefer road bikes--at least you know where the road is under the rain. In the mud, you'd be lucky not to break an ankle with all the wet rocks under everything or doing a face plant trying to ride through it all. And, there was plenty of evidence of riders doing both and the stories of broken bikes were all over the arena after the race.
Well, I can keep going on about how horrible it was this year and how much it was like a technical mountain bike race. For a roadie, it was hard. I spent 31 minutes of my 2:53 slogging my bike--mostly walking through the mud, not even carrying my bike because there was already too much mud and debris caked everywhere on the bike and on me. Good news is I didn't crash or cause any crashes this year. Bad news is that last year with 3 broken ribs, I finished 1 minute faster. Well, I improved in my
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Race Information at: Paris to Ancaster Bicycle Race
Full results at: Ontario Cycling Association