During the spring and fall, one of the physical education teachers from my junior high school, organizes a series of Friday mountain bike rides. The teachers name is Reid Anderson. What makes these rides special is the opportunity is open to all students regardless of experience level or even if the student owns a bike or not. If a student does not have a bike one is provided by the Salt Lake Bicycle Collective.
Normally after school on Fridays a bus takes all the students up to Red Butte Gardens and we ride the shoreline trail . This provides plenty of options so we can split up and ride different trails, based on ability level. My best riding buddy, Christian Wilson and I, convinced Mr. Anderson to try a different launch point for one of the rides, I Street.
On the day we were supposed to go to I Street it rained and the contact from the bike collective canceled the ride due to the possibility of mud. No worries though, my dad came through and we loaded up our bikes into the back of the pickup and headed off to I Street with Mr. Anderson.
While Christian and I went straight to the jumps, my dad and Mr. Anderson did a quick trail ride over to the bobsled. Mr. Anderson had never had the opportunity to ride the bobsled before and my dad decided that showing him one of the best trails in Utah was a high priority.
When they returned to I Street we showed Mr. Anderson around all the different jump lines and he was impressed by all the different lines and the work that had gone into making the place. He had his camera with him and below is a short edit of the clips he filmed.
Mr. Anderson is an example of an outstanding educator and community servant. He dedicates hundreds of hours of his own time every year expanding opportunities for kids. In the winter he runs a cross country ski program similar to the bike program. Our community is lucky to have people like Mr. Anderson and I am grateful for his efforts as well.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Teton Pass
In September Grand Targhee Ski Resort in Alta Wyoming, scheduled a dh race, and we were going. When my dad, my friend and riding buddy Mackay Hare and I were driving up there, we could see the Tetons from a ways away, they were covered in snow. It was September and the Tetons had a foot of snow! I remained optimistic, but my dad was not. A race down a snowy and muddy track would be way fun, it would be like a European enduro. Riding in the mud is very different. It makes an ok course into a very fun and technical one.
We got up to the Grand Targhee parking lot, and it was as expected, snowy. After eating a bit of lunch and checking out a suds and spuds festival, we went to the people in the ticket office. They seemed optimistic about the race as well. We also learned that their was less snow on the Jackson Hole side, and that the trails over there should be fairly dry. Mackay remembered riding some trails on Teton pass, but we did not know exactly where they were. It was our only option to ride, so we bombed up and over the top of Teton pass. When we started to drive down, we watched for a trail entrance. Someone saw a trial, by a dirt parking lot, and we pulled in. After a bit of walking it turned out that this was a biking trail, and a sick one at that. At the start of the trail there was a little sign that said Jimmy's Mom, just below that their was a 15 foot boulder, that had a step up and a step down off of it. We hustled back to our truck, and Mackay and I got all our gear on and went down the trail.
The trail was fun, but a little traversey. It spit us out on to a gravel road, when we were going down the road, we were paying close attention to the sides to make sure we did not miss the trail. We found a trail head, but it said walkers only on it. About 100 feet away we found another trail head, and this one said Power Line Jumps, which sounded good to me. About 15 seconds down the trail we we stopped at a rock drop, it had about 3 different lines you could take into it which lead to 2 lines out. Futher down the two trails merged, and there was another drop which was followed by some jumps. After about 40 seconds of jumps and drops the trail cut left and back into the woods. We came to another road that split with a uphill 4 wheeler track and the road. Mackay, who had ridden this trail before knew that you had to go up the 4 wheeler track, then it comes to the trail again. We hiked up the dirt road and came to the trail. This trial had lots of jumps, and drops as well. We came to the parking lot at the bottom, and guess who was sitting their waiting for us, my dad.
We buzzed back up and took another run and this time met some older locals who told us about another trail called the parallel trail. It started higher up on the pass and joined the Jimmy's Mom trail down by the powerline jumps. It turned out to be a pretty sweet trail.
That same night, Mackay had a plan, more like a social agenda. For a thirteen year old kid he sure knows a lot about the Driggs area. He probably should run for mayor. First stop showers and clean clothes. Then it was off to Teton Thai.
My dad, having sampled Thai food in all the West Coast cities where thai cuisine is outstanding, was just a little skeptical. Mackay, however, is a very smart kid, and we figured that all his hype about Teton Thai had some reasoning about it. Inside the resteraunt there were lots of people, and it was going to be a long wait, but we luckily got a seat at the bar. In front of us there was a cool opaque glass panel. My dad likes hot food, and he quickly asked questions about the 1-5 heat scale. After our waiter gave him the lo down, he ordered some kind of noodles with a 4 on spice, which was supposed to be really hot. We got our food, I ordered soup with a 1 for hotness. My soup was great, and dad seamed to enjoy the suffering that his noodles brought him. I tried one of his noodles, and yes only one. It tasted amazing, but the flavor was soon over taken by burning. I ate some more, and the flavor was once again followed by overwhelming heat. Thankfully the heat was calmed by water, and I felt relieved.
Mackay's next thing to check off from his agenda, was to go see his relatives. I felt sick earlier in the day, and I stared to not feel so good again on the drive over to his relatives. By the time Mackay had directed dad to the house in the dark, (which means Mackay has some serious navagation skills) I was in no mood to do anything. So I made the decision to stay in the truck and try to sleep. I do not know how much time passed, but lying in the car must have done a bit of good. I heard a bomb, and turned my head out the window to see a big firework light up the dark sky. Then another and another, I could see a dude running around in the field about 100 yards away lighting fire work after firework. Each time a morter exploded it would light up the ground and each time the light would dim, I could see the outline of the Tetons against the pitch black sky. Evidently this friend of Mackays is one of the largest fireworks distributors in the US and his display did not disappoint. Once the party was over, Mackay and my dad came back to our truck. Mackay seamed a little bit disapointed that I didn't come and enjoy the party, but I was feeling seriously sick. We took the road back up to Targhee and crashed at our hotel.
The next day we awoke to a bluebird sky. The people in charge of the race called it off for reasons that did not make sense to us but we were psyched to go back and ride the pass some more. On the way there we met up with my bro Christian and we hooked up for some runs on the parallel trail with Mackay, Christian, my dad and myself with Christians dad driving shuttles. Around 1 or 2 in the afternoon we were forced to call it quits because Christian ate it on the hip jump, broke his jaw and got a concussion to boot. Teton pass has some sweet trails and I can't wait to get back to ride the Lithium trail.
A short video of the powerline jumps.
We got up to the Grand Targhee parking lot, and it was as expected, snowy. After eating a bit of lunch and checking out a suds and spuds festival, we went to the people in the ticket office. They seemed optimistic about the race as well. We also learned that their was less snow on the Jackson Hole side, and that the trails over there should be fairly dry. Mackay remembered riding some trails on Teton pass, but we did not know exactly where they were. It was our only option to ride, so we bombed up and over the top of Teton pass. When we started to drive down, we watched for a trail entrance. Someone saw a trial, by a dirt parking lot, and we pulled in. After a bit of walking it turned out that this was a biking trail, and a sick one at that. At the start of the trail there was a little sign that said Jimmy's Mom, just below that their was a 15 foot boulder, that had a step up and a step down off of it. We hustled back to our truck, and Mackay and I got all our gear on and went down the trail.
The trail was fun, but a little traversey. It spit us out on to a gravel road, when we were going down the road, we were paying close attention to the sides to make sure we did not miss the trail. We found a trail head, but it said walkers only on it. About 100 feet away we found another trail head, and this one said Power Line Jumps, which sounded good to me. About 15 seconds down the trail we we stopped at a rock drop, it had about 3 different lines you could take into it which lead to 2 lines out. Futher down the two trails merged, and there was another drop which was followed by some jumps. After about 40 seconds of jumps and drops the trail cut left and back into the woods. We came to another road that split with a uphill 4 wheeler track and the road. Mackay, who had ridden this trail before knew that you had to go up the 4 wheeler track, then it comes to the trail again. We hiked up the dirt road and came to the trail. This trial had lots of jumps, and drops as well. We came to the parking lot at the bottom, and guess who was sitting their waiting for us, my dad.
We buzzed back up and took another run and this time met some older locals who told us about another trail called the parallel trail. It started higher up on the pass and joined the Jimmy's Mom trail down by the powerline jumps. It turned out to be a pretty sweet trail.
That same night, Mackay had a plan, more like a social agenda. For a thirteen year old kid he sure knows a lot about the Driggs area. He probably should run for mayor. First stop showers and clean clothes. Then it was off to Teton Thai.
My dad, having sampled Thai food in all the West Coast cities where thai cuisine is outstanding, was just a little skeptical. Mackay, however, is a very smart kid, and we figured that all his hype about Teton Thai had some reasoning about it. Inside the resteraunt there were lots of people, and it was going to be a long wait, but we luckily got a seat at the bar. In front of us there was a cool opaque glass panel. My dad likes hot food, and he quickly asked questions about the 1-5 heat scale. After our waiter gave him the lo down, he ordered some kind of noodles with a 4 on spice, which was supposed to be really hot. We got our food, I ordered soup with a 1 for hotness. My soup was great, and dad seamed to enjoy the suffering that his noodles brought him. I tried one of his noodles, and yes only one. It tasted amazing, but the flavor was soon over taken by burning. I ate some more, and the flavor was once again followed by overwhelming heat. Thankfully the heat was calmed by water, and I felt relieved.
Mackay's next thing to check off from his agenda, was to go see his relatives. I felt sick earlier in the day, and I stared to not feel so good again on the drive over to his relatives. By the time Mackay had directed dad to the house in the dark, (which means Mackay has some serious navagation skills) I was in no mood to do anything. So I made the decision to stay in the truck and try to sleep. I do not know how much time passed, but lying in the car must have done a bit of good. I heard a bomb, and turned my head out the window to see a big firework light up the dark sky. Then another and another, I could see a dude running around in the field about 100 yards away lighting fire work after firework. Each time a morter exploded it would light up the ground and each time the light would dim, I could see the outline of the Tetons against the pitch black sky. Evidently this friend of Mackays is one of the largest fireworks distributors in the US and his display did not disappoint. Once the party was over, Mackay and my dad came back to our truck. Mackay seamed a little bit disapointed that I didn't come and enjoy the party, but I was feeling seriously sick. We took the road back up to Targhee and crashed at our hotel.
The next day we awoke to a bluebird sky. The people in charge of the race called it off for reasons that did not make sense to us but we were psyched to go back and ride the pass some more. On the way there we met up with my bro Christian and we hooked up for some runs on the parallel trail with Mackay, Christian, my dad and myself with Christians dad driving shuttles. Around 1 or 2 in the afternoon we were forced to call it quits because Christian ate it on the hip jump, broke his jaw and got a concussion to boot. Teton pass has some sweet trails and I can't wait to get back to ride the Lithium trail.
A short video of the powerline jumps.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
2010 Whistler Crankworx Part 1
The last two summers, I have had the privilege of going to Whistler. This year, the experience was enhanced by the fact that I got to to race in Crankworx. Crankworx is to mountain biking what the pipe masters is to surfing.
Whistler village alone is impressive, blocks and blocks of eateries, and stores, with apartments above them. Walkways in betwen the multi-use buildings, where flocks of tourists wander. Becoming familiar with the village is useful, but not very easy. All the buildings look very similar, so it was useful for me to learn a few land marks within the village. Our condo was located about a 2 minute bike ride and a 10 minute walk from the Fitzsimmons lift. So..... I did not have a choice whether or not I was going to learn how to get from point A to Point B. Getting lost wasn't as much of a goat rope as expected, because, if you got lost then most times you would find something really cool.
The trails at Whistler are 2nd to none, and like the village, they are easy to get lost in. Getting lost on Whistler mountain was awesome, and no matter where I found myself, there was a sweet trail, right in front of me. My favorite trail, that I have found, is A line. A line created the word flow, it was not like a lot of trails back home which are 2 dimensional, the Whistler trails are 3d. Up, down, right, left, and everything in between.
We were in Whistler for almost two weeks, five days of which were involved in Crankworx. Lots of people back home say "I don't want to go to Whistler during Crankworx, because of the crowds." If your not there for Crankworx, then you are missing a lot of Whistler. If you want to avoid crowds, then just hop on Garbanzo, where there is never any line at all. It is cold up there, so we just wear more clothes. Here is a shot of Blue Velvet, one of the easy trails up on Garbanzo.
You can meet some interesting people riding up the chairlift. My dad rode up the chairlift with Brian Lopes and didn't have any idea who he was. One of the best experiences of my life has been riding with Brendan Fairclough, Clay Porter, and Joseph Smith. I met Brendan on the long chairlift ride up to the top of Garbanzo. He was going to a photo shoot, wearing a thin T-shirt and skinny jeans. I could see in his eyes that he was colder than ice. Brendan, another young gun and I were the only people on the lift, and we got some good talk going. Another time I got to ride up the lift with Troy Brosnan, he was an interesting fellow. We talked about the Canadian Open DH course, and all the sweet trails. Troy is a ripper, he did a sweet job at all the Crankworx races. He also happened to win the junior world cup and world champ title later in the summer.
Whistler village alone is impressive, blocks and blocks of eateries, and stores, with apartments above them. Walkways in betwen the multi-use buildings, where flocks of tourists wander. Becoming familiar with the village is useful, but not very easy. All the buildings look very similar, so it was useful for me to learn a few land marks within the village. Our condo was located about a 2 minute bike ride and a 10 minute walk from the Fitzsimmons lift. So..... I did not have a choice whether or not I was going to learn how to get from point A to Point B. Getting lost wasn't as much of a goat rope as expected, because, if you got lost then most times you would find something really cool.
The trails at Whistler are 2nd to none, and like the village, they are easy to get lost in. Getting lost on Whistler mountain was awesome, and no matter where I found myself, there was a sweet trail, right in front of me. My favorite trail, that I have found, is A line. A line created the word flow, it was not like a lot of trails back home which are 2 dimensional, the Whistler trails are 3d. Up, down, right, left, and everything in between.
You can meet some interesting people riding up the chairlift. My dad rode up the chairlift with Brian Lopes and didn't have any idea who he was. One of the best experiences of my life has been riding with Brendan Fairclough, Clay Porter, and Joseph Smith. I met Brendan on the long chairlift ride up to the top of Garbanzo. He was going to a photo shoot, wearing a thin T-shirt and skinny jeans. I could see in his eyes that he was colder than ice. Brendan, another young gun and I were the only people on the lift, and we got some good talk going. Another time I got to ride up the lift with Troy Brosnan, he was an interesting fellow. We talked about the Canadian Open DH course, and all the sweet trails. Troy is a ripper, he did a sweet job at all the Crankworx races. He also happened to win the junior world cup and world champ title later in the summer.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
2010 Whistler Crankworx part 2
While we were in the midst of Crankworx there were many dealers showing off their new bike products. One of these people was Dave Turner, the founder of Turner Bikes. They were demoing the new Turner DHRs with the DW link. Dave noticed me as I rode by their tent on my Turner and asked if I would like a free t-shirt. While getting the shirt I realized what was happening at their tent. I got my dad, and together we filled out a little paper work, then I found myself demoing the new 2011 Turner DHR. The bike was strange, not only because they had skinny 26" bars, but also because of the DW link technology. I have never ridden anything like it. It felt like the top 4" of the suspension had a 600 pound spring, while the lower part of the travel seemed normal. I think some of this was caused by having too large of a spring, but it felt like it cornered and pedaled nice.
Whistler is thick with bears, and I mean covered. It is ordinary to see three or four a day. No worries though, these bears are happy eating berries and not humans. One day while cruising down a fairly well traveled run, Rock City, with my friend Tanner riding behind me, we came into a meadow, and out of nowhere I saw a black shape the size of a big raccoon. It literally came out of nowhere, and before I could act, it was under my bottom bracket. This thing which turned out to be a bear cub, gave off a half screech half growl. I could feel its fur on my leg, and as fast as it appeared it disappeared behind me. Later when I discussed this incident with Tanner, he mentioned that he almost hit the cubs sibling. I think that a lot of people have misconceptions about bears, and they think that bears are ferocious animals. This is not the case at Whistler. The only time bears can be a big trouble is when you have food in your pocket, or if you pull a messing with sasquatch on the bear. Whistler bears have easier ways of getting food than chasing around a padded up mountain biker traveling at high speed.
I entered 3 races while at Crankworx. The dual slalom, the Garbanzo downhill, and the Air downhill, in that order. The dual slalom was the hardest course that I have ever ridden. The top was like a super tight steep pump track, with a mandatory air. You had to be super on top of it to even get through the top section. The first practice day, I was struggling. After the first section there was a strait with more mandatory air, which if you didn't get the upper part right, you were hosed on. To add to the pressure, there goes Gee Atherton, or Mick Hannah just shredding the berms to pieces, and making the course look extremely easy. On my second try at it, I got into the second section, and cased a roller double. The case ended up burping all of the air out of my tubeless tire. I don't know about this tubeless hype. My day of practice was over. Luckily, I still had another day to dial up the course. The next day I was prepared mentally and physically. and started to make progress on the course. The top part you just had to focus on being smooth, and after you come out into the strait, speed was the name of the game. The track swept right on 2 big berms, then left, and then into one of the most fun jumps I have ever hit. The jump was a 12' floater, with a really smooth landing. After the jump you had to get on the brakes for a tight turn, then a small triple followed by a mogul field. Two more berms put you at the finish. Super fun course.
A shot of Air Downhill start house.
One of the coolest people that I met at Whistler was Mikey Silvestri. He was raging on the dual slalom but ended up needing help with a flat. We helped him out, and let him borrow a pump. Naturally we started to chat with him and he turned out to be really cool. Later that day I rode up Fitz with Mikey and Logan Bingelli. Logan had never ridden Dirt Merchant, one of the most famous and fun trails at Whistler. Mikey saw this as something he needed to change. Mikey also invited me to ride with them, which was something I was not going to pass up. Getting off the chair, Mikey saw Kevin Aiello, and quickly convinced him to join our rapidly growing party. By the time we got to Dirt Merchant, we probably had 5 or 6 people. I was following Kevin, as we dropped in and over the first small drop. Boom, on the first jump Kevin threw one of the gnarliest whips that I have seen. I tried to do the same, but fell kinda short. We had quite the train rolling down Dirt Merchant, I almost killed myself a couple of times, trying to match Kevin's steezed out whips. We rolled on down, and into lower A line, but now we had changed our order, and I followed Logan, he was throwing some crazy scrubs, and I had a little trouble keeping up. Once we got to the bottom, we all dispersed to different places. Meeting fellow riders and shredding fun terrain is what makes Whistler so special. I am already getting really stoked for 2011 Crankworx.
Whistler is thick with bears, and I mean covered. It is ordinary to see three or four a day. No worries though, these bears are happy eating berries and not humans. One day while cruising down a fairly well traveled run, Rock City, with my friend Tanner riding behind me, we came into a meadow, and out of nowhere I saw a black shape the size of a big raccoon. It literally came out of nowhere, and before I could act, it was under my bottom bracket. This thing which turned out to be a bear cub, gave off a half screech half growl. I could feel its fur on my leg, and as fast as it appeared it disappeared behind me. Later when I discussed this incident with Tanner, he mentioned that he almost hit the cubs sibling. I think that a lot of people have misconceptions about bears, and they think that bears are ferocious animals. This is not the case at Whistler. The only time bears can be a big trouble is when you have food in your pocket, or if you pull a messing with sasquatch on the bear. Whistler bears have easier ways of getting food than chasing around a padded up mountain biker traveling at high speed.
I entered 3 races while at Crankworx. The dual slalom, the Garbanzo downhill, and the Air downhill, in that order. The dual slalom was the hardest course that I have ever ridden. The top was like a super tight steep pump track, with a mandatory air. You had to be super on top of it to even get through the top section. The first practice day, I was struggling. After the first section there was a strait with more mandatory air, which if you didn't get the upper part right, you were hosed on. To add to the pressure, there goes Gee Atherton, or Mick Hannah just shredding the berms to pieces, and making the course look extremely easy. On my second try at it, I got into the second section, and cased a roller double. The case ended up burping all of the air out of my tubeless tire. I don't know about this tubeless hype. My day of practice was over. Luckily, I still had another day to dial up the course. The next day I was prepared mentally and physically. and started to make progress on the course. The top part you just had to focus on being smooth, and after you come out into the strait, speed was the name of the game. The track swept right on 2 big berms, then left, and then into one of the most fun jumps I have ever hit. The jump was a 12' floater, with a really smooth landing. After the jump you had to get on the brakes for a tight turn, then a small triple followed by a mogul field. Two more berms put you at the finish. Super fun course.
One of the coolest people that I met at Whistler was Mikey Silvestri. He was raging on the dual slalom but ended up needing help with a flat. We helped him out, and let him borrow a pump. Naturally we started to chat with him and he turned out to be really cool. Later that day I rode up Fitz with Mikey and Logan Bingelli. Logan had never ridden Dirt Merchant, one of the most famous and fun trails at Whistler. Mikey saw this as something he needed to change. Mikey also invited me to ride with them, which was something I was not going to pass up. Getting off the chair, Mikey saw Kevin Aiello, and quickly convinced him to join our rapidly growing party. By the time we got to Dirt Merchant, we probably had 5 or 6 people. I was following Kevin, as we dropped in and over the first small drop. Boom, on the first jump Kevin threw one of the gnarliest whips that I have seen. I tried to do the same, but fell kinda short. We had quite the train rolling down Dirt Merchant, I almost killed myself a couple of times, trying to match Kevin's steezed out whips. We rolled on down, and into lower A line, but now we had changed our order, and I followed Logan, he was throwing some crazy scrubs, and I had a little trouble keeping up. Once we got to the bottom, we all dispersed to different places. Meeting fellow riders and shredding fun terrain is what makes Whistler so special. I am already getting really stoked for 2011 Crankworx.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
2010 US National Champs Sol Vista Colorado
2010 US Nationals was super fun. I was stoked to ride a "jumpy" course as I had practiced large gap jumps for the last year.
Our condo wasn't ready when we arrived so instead of bumming we decided to go walk the course. My sister and dad walked up the entire course with me. There were several large moto style gap jumps that looked like some serious fun. We descended the pro course and it had some really sick features.
Since our condo wasn't cleaned up yet we ate dinner at the base of the resort and some of the Transition factory team were sitting at the table next to us. After dinner I rode the pump track in the dark for about an hour. Pump tracks are super fun and really improve both pumping (which saves/increases momentum) and cornering acceleration.
The next day I met up with an old friend, Ace Savarese from Florida. We took some practice runs together and then had lunch with our parents on the plaza. Practice was difficult because of all the slower riders on the course. It was difficult to get a good "feel" for the course at race speed. Here is a picture from a practice run.
During lunch Ace's parents introduced me to Ethan Quehl, a professional gravity rider from Georgia. Ethan was very gracious in offering advice about professional relationships. I will remember his wise words for the rest of my life.
I was also introduced to Barry Nobles during lunch. I did not know much about Barry prior to this encounter, but after watching him ride 4x I am a believer. This guy rips. Watch for him as an up and comer in World Cup 4X races this coming year. He has a super fast gate and is very fit.
DH race day was weird as I had taken a huge beater during 4x qualifying. I wasn't even sure I could race. My dad gave me some ibu and while my practice run was painful it was definitely possible to race. My race run was fairly smooth with just a couple of mistakes. My mom said I was the smoothest rider (thanx mom) by far and I ended up on the podium in 3rd place which was my goal.
Our condo wasn't ready when we arrived so instead of bumming we decided to go walk the course. My sister and dad walked up the entire course with me. There were several large moto style gap jumps that looked like some serious fun. We descended the pro course and it had some really sick features.
Since our condo wasn't cleaned up yet we ate dinner at the base of the resort and some of the Transition factory team were sitting at the table next to us. After dinner I rode the pump track in the dark for about an hour. Pump tracks are super fun and really improve both pumping (which saves/increases momentum) and cornering acceleration.
The next day I met up with an old friend, Ace Savarese from Florida. We took some practice runs together and then had lunch with our parents on the plaza. Practice was difficult because of all the slower riders on the course. It was difficult to get a good "feel" for the course at race speed. Here is a picture from a practice run.
During lunch Ace's parents introduced me to Ethan Quehl, a professional gravity rider from Georgia. Ethan was very gracious in offering advice about professional relationships. I will remember his wise words for the rest of my life.
I was also introduced to Barry Nobles during lunch. I did not know much about Barry prior to this encounter, but after watching him ride 4x I am a believer. This guy rips. Watch for him as an up and comer in World Cup 4X races this coming year. He has a super fast gate and is very fit.
DH race day was weird as I had taken a huge beater during 4x qualifying. I wasn't even sure I could race. My dad gave me some ibu and while my practice run was painful it was definitely possible to race. My race run was fairly smooth with just a couple of mistakes. My mom said I was the smoothest rider (thanx mom) by far and I ended up on the podium in 3rd place which was my goal.
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