...... Smile is triple checked! All good to go.
4pm is the qualifying. Everyone is collected and a mass ride is done to the salt pan! The crowd half circles the start line, the excitement is palpable. Conversation in the line is great, meet more riders and pop a few calcium pills for the nerves. My name rings out, I line up and the hands drop for the start. How flippin’ awesome, the riders either side of me pull ahead a little, and I just know that this is what everything is about... I blast up the bank, close on their heels, manage to get a good right corner in at the ridge and plunge into the sand, opening up and careening ahead. One bike misses the turning, overrunning the route, I see other bikes in the scrub, trying to get back to the route, I’m all eyes ahead, chasing the other rider in my group, throwing the bike down the bank, and into the deep sand. Race the bend, into the wet area and out to the finish line. Big shake up-front, ass as far back as I can get it to counter, and the line is crossed too soon! Wow! Such fun!
Join the back of the group, and see Mark running up with such a huge smile. I did ok!
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