Rochester and Racoon Rally!

Lined up with the Bucker and Pozzy show against a wicked field of crit goons Saturday night in Rochester NY. Scott Page (organizer) has been so excited about this race and took care of the JetFuel boys once we got there. So lining up for $10 000 at 8:30 under the lights on a wonderful figure eight course right smack in downtown Rochester with screaming fans contributing to a electric atmostphere, gets even the most seasoned vets fired up.

The pace was fast and furious from the gun, with Navigators, Kodak, Snow Valley and Colla Vita Bolla all watching each other for the right mix to make the move. The move did check out and Pozzy was in it for the team, our pace dropped and the tounges were out, as the heat was still in the air. The move lapped the field and I tried to communicate with Pozzy but it was nuts once the trains started and the final lap was well over 60k fast. Lined out I fell in behind Jittery Joes Hopkins an Aussie sprinter and stayed, not enough horses left to bring Pozzy to the front to battle. Mark finished an excellent 10th and I 14th for a decent performance.

Suprising how few canucks were here for such an incredible event. Andrew and most of the forums have touched on the Provincials, the racing there and the other factors - get yourself to an event like this and you realize the potential of 10 speeding is still here.

Took advantage of some free hotel rooms and headed to Ellicotville for a mountain bike race the next day with my brother. As we are prov champs (88 and 90) we were excused from the boredom. The mtb race was hard! Straight up hill for 40 minutes on grassy singletrack, lots of fire road and wide trails. After close to two hours the six man break that included Dan and I fell to pieces with another crushing day of heat upon us. I found myself alone and really thirsty (had 1 bottle) but in the lead and brought her home in front of a few American riders.

Reflecting on the weekend, the two disciplines are entirely different. Flying into corners at 50km an hour in the dark, I don't blink, nothing scares me. Flying down a grassy downhill at 40 km an hour and not knowing what awaits me there, terrifies me! I'd take 10 speedin over the dirt anyday but it's always fun to mix it up.