Going back two weekends, it was the big race of the year,
Chequamegon. I say big race of the year because this race has a personal
meaning to me more than most. If you’re a long time reader you’ll remember that
last year I said I’ve been racing it since I was a young kid. I’ve been up in
the Chequamegon forest in September every year since I can remember in some
form or another. I’ve been doing the kids races, and Sunday Funday since I
could ride a bike. More than any other race, Chequamegon has informed my
opinion about what mountain biking is and what kind of an experience racing a
bike should be. To really make it stick, I should get some old photos together
some time.
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| Dad trying to get fresh with me. |
So going into Chequamegon there is always more at stake than
just another race. It’s always been the way my dad measured his season’s
success and as I am his son, it’s the same for me. Beyond that, This year has
seen some milestones, but overall hasn’t been all that I hope it would be. I
was looking for one more stamp of success to be satisfied with the mountain
bike season for 2014. Certainly a top 10 and a top 5 was really what I wanted.
