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Scaling the
wall of pain
Dave Carr Howdy 'cross fans, As Jeff Clark noted on the SCCX front page, it's been a few years since we had a race at Aptos HS. I guess that qualifies me as an "old-timer". Despite the years and fading brain cells, I still remember the key features: brutal run-ups, massive elevation gains (and losses), gnarly single-track descent, and major sand-bog. That one hurt. The course that time was more XC than CX, which is not surprising given the state of NorCal 'cross in those days. Perhaps half the riders had mountain bikes, which they dropped into the granny gear for the steeper climbs, and suspension forks, with which they gleefully bombed down the singletrack. It was stuff that made a purist's blood boil, like Anton McGready, who I interviewed for an article on the subject at the time. He summed up the prevailing cyclocrosser's view when he growled, rhetorically: "How in the world do you put a full-suspension bike on your shoulder?" One guy on a free-ride rig at the old Aptos race had the answer: he had tied a strap between his saddle and the stem so he could sling the sled over his shoulder like a piece of Samsonite luggage. Those were the days, eh? I guess the SCCX crew remember the old races, too, because this time around they made an effort to de-jungle the race. In place of the granny-gear climb they had a good honest run-up (actually, more like a wall) and they took out the single-track descent and sand bog of old. In their place we got a fine course full of tricky transitions and lots of elevation gain. The high school is in a bowl-shaped valley, so we started near the bottom and worked our way up, transitioning alternately between grass, sand, pavement, ride-ups and run-ups until we reached the ridgeline above. However, once we were high up there SCCX couldn't quite manage to get us back off the final hill cleanly: instead a bumpy, lumpy dry grass descent brought us back to the finish. Fortunately, that didn't matter much since almost everyone's on 'cross bike these days and the score is even. The major obstacle in the race was the starting hill, a steep steady climb on pavement for about 250 meters into the woods, followed immediately by the biggest, steepest, epic runup we've seen in a while. This runup was something special. First of all, by the time you got there you were already completely gassed from the paved climb (and I think I speak for everyone on that point; even Ben J-M admitted to some difficulty scaling the runup). It was so steep that you could (had to) reach out and steady yourself against the soft earthen pitch to make your way up. Then, as the sun began to drop in the afternoon sky, the light would shine through the trees straight into your face as you struggled up, blinding your eyes as unseen spectators yelled and rang bells all around. The last time up the hill, deep in a fog of late-race hypoxia, I began to have a near-death experience. Maybe the sun in my eyes caused something in my brain to snap. "Climb into the light," I think I heard a ghostly voice calling out to me, ringing a cowbell. "Reach the light and the sweet, sweet release of cyclocross death." Blind, gasping, every muscle cramped, I wished I could obey, but it was only a dream vision... OK, perhaps I exaggerate. But it was sorta like that.
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