After a few years away from the race scene due to injury, I hit the reset button, loaded up the hippy van and ventured out to Ephrata to ride my favorite race course. Matt showed up as well to make a dash for the cash in the pro race while Gavin was in attendance to cheer us on.
I showed up Saturday night with just enough time to sneak in a pre-ride before the sun bid adieu. I'd been having trouble with my tubeless tires (Stan's No Tubes) and the pre-ride proved I still had a problem. The tires just wouldn't hold pressure and any off-camber riding (the entire course) would result in peeling the tire off the rim. It was a long pre-ride!
Shortly after dinner, Gavin showed up to camp with me at the park. After a few entertaining minutes watching him try to inflate his air mattress he abandoned all hope. He's a braver soul than I. He slept in the back of his truck on the hard bed liner exposed to the cold and violent winds that ripped across the plains all night.
Then at 3:30 in the morning it suddenly became as bright as day, as two of Ephrata's finest swarmed in on us to see what was up. Apparently there is no overnight parking where we were camping though there are sites. After a lengthy interrogation, they took pity on us and let us stay.
An hour later the sprinkler system for the park kicked in pelting the hippy van for the next 20 minutes. I can't believe Gavin stayed dry exposed in the back of his truck.
The pros took off down the irrigation access road at 9am for four of the hardest laps you'll likely ever see. Matt, the machine, proceeded to lay down insanely consistent laps. Each lap was 40 minutes almost exactly. In the end, Matt finished just out of the money at 6th place; 5th place still got $100.
Finally at 12:30 it was my turn to suffer. I haven't been riding much at all so the worry of relentless pain or worse was running rampant.
At the start, everyone took off a a seemingly lazy pace. As a result, I found myself off the front without even trying. WTF? It turned out they all just wanted some sucker to draft off of for the first mile which is all gravel road. Despite their drafting, I managed to stay in front to the start of the singletrack which let me avoid the cloud of dust. (For those that don't know, dust can occur when soil is allowed to dry out thoroughly. It's kind of like mud without the water).
Once the first hill hit, two riders rabbited ahead. My racing history has taught me that this is the point where the entire field blows by me never to be seen again. But a strange thing happened. I accelerated and tried to reel the two riders back in.
Driven by the desire to reel the two riders back in and the constant pressure of riders behind me I soldiered on. I reeled in one of the riders ahead and started to pull away from my chasers though I didn't realize I was pulling away. The entire race I was convinced not only that they were right behind me but that they were feeling a whole lot better than I was too. I never saw the the other guy who passed me again. But he's a young pup so not in my category.
Scared to death of being caught, I was able to dig deep and stay out front for my first ever victory.
As usual, the schwagg was plentiful. I walked away with the least useful prize of the bunch;a pair of Tifosi glasses. I wear nothing but Rudy Project any more!
-Troy Hopwood






