Race Map is Foldable Bicycle With Hydraulic Disc Brake

Fortunately the Two Wheel Hiking Bike race was spread out by this point so it never felt crowded or intense, just a long solid grind, which turned out to be the theme of the day.  At the top of this section was a road climb followed by a short gravel climb, a rolling downhill, and a wickedly steep washed out downhill on Sawmill Gulch.  This would be really sketchy in a bunch, but was okay to take cautiously.  My race rig also features a dropper post, so using that along with the magical stopping power of modern disc brakes got me safely down the gnar.  A looooooong road descent and the only real recovery of the day was followed by some slightly sketchy single track and then some wicked steep switchback ascending up Sunshine Canyon led us to the first rest stop. I got dropped off Bennet's wheel on the Sunshine steeps, and I rolled into the aid station at Gold Hill to find him eating bacon and being prodded to do a Fireball shot by the Sram support crew.  I already felt pretty bad, and figured why let him suffer alone.  Fireball, skittles, water bottles topped off from Foldable Bicycle With Hydraulic Disc Brake and we were on the move again.  More ripping descents, more hour long grinding slogs uphill fighting cramp pain and not being able to hold anyone's wheel eventually led us to the next aid station, where our arms where twisted into drinking more Fireball.  My legs had never hurt this bad before, but I could Use Two Wheel Hiking Bike somehow keep pedaling, so how could this make it any worse.

Loaded up with water for the last climb, I got dropped from Wear Resistant Two Wheel Hiking Bike before the climb even started.  Bennet had graciously or foolishly waited for me on every hill until now, so I grinded on alone at a snails pace, trying to will away cramps (didn't work) and just keep grinding.  Over the last hump and down one more ripping descent back into town and the finish line, cheered on through the chute by my amazing family and friends hollering and ringing a cowbell.  I survived!  And lucky for me, the post race had a sweet festival atmosphere with bands, food trucks, beers and vendors displaying their wares. The highlight for me was my 18 month old daughter clapping for me at the finish line, followed by ice cold water and mini Cokes provided by the race organizer.  Last, but certaintly not least was the Alchemy crew set up under a big tent to greet us with Colorado Kool-aid for a job well done, or, I guess a job done to be more accurate. cheese!

As I write this a week later, my legs still hurt, my bike is still dirty, and I can not wait to sign up again next year!  See you on the start line!

-Philip Harwood, Alchemy finishmaster, paint booth operator, and gravel racer enthusiast