A killer pace to finish off the last day. After a gut busting climb straight out of Whistler village and up one of the sweeping singletrack trails of the bike park, we descended the downhill pump track Crank It Up. We were forced to throw the bikes around a lot in the air to make sure we didn’t end up over the bars. At one point my heart rate monitor strap got caught on the back of my seat. Again, it would have been nice to be on a longer-travel machine, or with a dropper seat post (like most of the Canadian local riders!) but the Trek SuperFly 100 clearly reveled in the fresh mountain air and took to the sky with ease. I felt a little sorry for Simon, who was on a hardtail and getting pounded through all the braking ruts along the trail.
When the downhill madness ended we had some of the funnest, tightest, techiest singletrack loops to play on to the finish line.
Simon and I put our technical skills to the test and opened up a decent gap on the teams we’d been riding with most of the week. It was our first completely mechanical-free day and we were bashing bars with the front-running teams. We ended up fourth across the line. And proudly marched into town to find a leather strap to compliment our new polished finishers’ belt buckles.
BC Bike Race. Big, fat tick.