TVR Fatbike Fun

Quite possibly the coolest race T-shirt graphic yet.
Quite possibly the coolest race T-shirt graphic yet.

I learned this weekend that I really have no self control when it comes to racing.  My daughter really wanted to race Treasure Valley Rally this weekend so I agreed to pull myself temporarily out of retirement and join her.  This year they added a separate fat bike category to the race which added to the appeal for me.  I decided that I would bring the fat bikes down along with the rubber chicken with the idea that they both would keep me from taking the idea of racing too seriously.  I mentioned this to Kevin while hanging around before the start and he said something to the effect that we’d have to see how that works out once I’m on the course.  I laughed, but I should have listened to him.  Once we were out of the start area and well on course, my brain totally gave in to my instincts as I started trying to reel in whoever happened to be in front of me.  There was no decision, it just happened.  I’m a victim here.

The "official" TVR course map.
The “official” TVR course map.

Thankfully, the course itself was pretty much the same as last year – a nearly endless rock garden dishing out relentless abuse as it winds its way around the Treasure Valley Scout Reservation.  I’ve done this race a few times and always think of it as a real test of a mountain biker’s ability.  You can’t get away with just being strong, or aerobic – you need to add in good handling skills, serious stamina and a mindset bent ever so slightly towards self abuse.  It’s demanding but very fun!  The fat bike race followed the same course as the sport riders: one full lap including the even more demanding loop beyond Sampson’s Pebble (a massive boulder located at the high point of the course) followed by a shortened loop bypassing that technical section.   This all was further complicated by the fact that the earlier rain had made plenty of mud that would grease up all the roots and rocks for us.   In general, lap times seemed a little slower as a result.

Racing on a fat bike did have some advantages on this course, but it wasn’t a complete plus.  The 4″ tires did help with traction, but it still required some vigilance to keep the bike upright.  With the muddy rocks, the large contact patch gave a solid grip on the trail.  Some rocky sections I was able to ride over and through because the tires wouldn’t get pulled around by the rocks.  The best part was being able to sit down and spin up every climb on the course.  The down side was that the bike was fully rigid.  You’ve probably heard it before, but big tires are no substitution for suspension.  They help smooth out the little stuff quite well.  On big hits, if the tire pressure is too low, you risk bottoming out on the rim.  If you have more pressure, then you run the risk of having the bike bounce around like a basketball rolling down a flight of stairs.  Either way, your arms get a serious workout.

Off the start, I was a briefly distracted so I was dead last going into the woods.  I soon caught up with the rest of the guys in my class on the first climb.  On the long climb up to the Pebble, I spun my way to the front.  I didn’t expect to last long in this position so I figured I’d just ride at my own pace and see what would happen.  In spite of my claims about not racing, “my own pace” turned out to be whatever I could manage to keep the guys I just passed from catching me.  On the technical “extra” loop I was gaining ground on other riders but even with the fat tires it was sometimes difficult to keep things rolling in the worst of the rock gardens.

Stream crossing (photo by Tamara Wong)
Stream crossing (photo by Tamara Wong)

The sun came out as I was starting the long climb up from the lake back up to the Pebble.  Instantly, I felt like I was roasting.  After a little while, I adapted to the heat but probably didn’t drink enough.  Somewhere out there I managed to snag my shorts (yes, I wear baggies) on the nose of my saddle.  I managed this trick several more times, repeatedly tearing open the back of the leg a little more each time.  I also cracked a large portion of the sole of my shoe apart on a sharp rock at some point.  I didn’t realize that either was a significant issue until after the race.  The remainder of the lap I was working hard to keep my momentum going.  I felt really strong going into my second, shorter lap.  By this time, I seemed to be riding alone – usually a that’s a good thing.

Soon into my final lap I realized that I was actually starting to fade a little.  By the time I finished the long climb to the Pebble, I was getting that feeling that I might be getting in over my head.  From there, I was starting to get fatigued and sloppy.  Really sloppy.  If I ran across a section of trail that had a rock on either side, I would somehow manage to hit them both and in completely the wrong way.  The rocks were like magnets drawing my tires to them.  I was all over the place and my progress was starting to suffer as a result.  I couldn’t have taken a clean line if there were a yellow stripe painted on the trail marking the correct path.  It was horrible.  I was expecting some of the guys in my group to show up and pass me well before the finish.  Somehow, this didn’t happen and I managed to pull in through the finish in first place.  This was especially surprising considering that this was my first ride on dirt of the year and I haven’t put on any real mileage other that commuting to work.  I guess biking through the winter must have given me a little bit of a base to draw on.  At 2:29, this was, without question, the longest and hardest ride I’ve done this year; I was pretty much spent.  So much for not racing.

Fat bike podium!
Fat bike podium!

My daughter made out like a bandit this weekend.  She won her category by default which included picking some bike goodies out of the prize box.  Later on, she won a gift certificate in the raffle.  As if that weren’t enough, she also won a new Carver 96 frame which happened to be in her size.  I sat there in disbelief.  I should have had her pick out a lottery number for me too.

Emma!
Emma!

TVR is one of my absolute favorite races of the EFTA series, and maybe in all of New England.  The combination of the challenging course and a well run event make it tough to beat.  The money they raise goes towards the Scouts and the local fire department.  I know that the forecast wasn’t looking so great for Saturday but was still disappointed by the low turnout compared with other years.  Regardless, it was a great time for those of us who did make the trip.

 

Pint glasses!
Pint glass prizes presented to podium placing people!

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3 thoughts on “TVR Fatbike Fun

  1. Kevin

    holy crap! that is a serious haul. Awesome. If she’s up to it I think that would be a cool write up at the NEMBA Racing blog. My day went about as expected. I too cannot turn off the chase instinct. I might be done with XC stuff. Adventure riding and endurance stuff only

    1. Now she has a frame to build up that needs a whole slew of parts that we don’t have. It’ll be a fun exercise to put it together.

  2. Kevin

    if its initially gonna be a parts bin build let me know I have all kinds of stuff sitting around if you need some sort of part here or there.

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