The race leaders charge through Hartman Rocks. Photo By Matt Burt/mattb.net
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Mountain bike races are kind of like good beer. Each has its own unique flavor, style, appearance, and of course alcohol content, which in fat-tire terms translates to difficulty.
Using this analogy, Gunnison, Colorado’s Original Growler (which was in fact named after a beer container) is a strong, dark ale with great flavor, lots of body and plenty of kick. Drink (or ride) too much, though, and things can get a little fuzzy – and maybe a little dangerous, too. (Race results HERE.)
Stay focused or suffer the consequences. Photo By Matt Burt/mattb.net
At least that was the case in my case. I ambled around the Hartman Rocks course for 7.5 hours on the way to a distinctly un-distinctive mid-pack finish at last Sunday’s 64-mile Full Growler. (That was preceded by Saturday’s 32-mile Half Growler, which was won by Jay Henry in a blistering 2:31:42 and Amy Beisel in 2:56:52. Results HERE.)
Fortunately, nothing bad actually befelled me on Sunday. Aside from a first lap rear flat, there were just a few near misses when bad lines netted stuffed tires, which nearly equaled to handlebar gymnastics. Luckily no front flips were attempted. (Thank you, Specialized Camber Pro 29er.)
But as any endurance sports junkie (or boozehound) knows, things like coordination and judgment go south when you get deep into the proverbial – or literal – Growler. And that is just the thing that makes this event such a gem. Not only does it raise a ton of cash for the local trail advocacy organization and inject a needed shot of tourism traffic into the Gunnison community, it challenges even the most competent mountain bikers with a steady pour of tricky lifts, pucker-inducing drops, and more tight twists and turns than a Tarrantino flick. Thankfully for most, things didn’t get quite so bloody.
That might not be the case, though, if the registration form didn’t include the slightly ominous warning that reads something along the lines of, if you’re not an experienced mountain biker, best find another Memorial Day weekend activity.
“There are so many things that are great about this event,” said my friend Lauren Bock, who finished 10th in the women’s 30-39 class after spending 7 hours, 34 minutes in the saddle. “The weather was great, the people helping out on the course were awesome, and the course is a true mountain biker’s course. There are lots of cool, tricky technical sections. It’s not just road riding on dirt.”
Smile, you are mountain biking. Photo By Matt Burt/mattb.net