It’s 10:11PM. This day marches into night with some tired volunteers on the Solavaca. The crowds today were great. The final preparations for the race tomorrow are either done or don’t matter anymore. So many pre-riders today were beaming and talking about the fine quality of the trail. Does that mean it is in perfect shape? In a way, yes. There is mud, and drying corners that make you wonder if your speed will spill you or if the loose gravel will be just tight enough to shoot you along. The raggedness makes it a new trail every time.
The slight chance of rain does not matter now. The race will be run and if by chance we catch a nose full of rain, we will snort it out and ram those thundering wheels down the trail to the finish.
The Solavaca Cat Claw comes alive again tomorrow. The lucky ones will have a skinny seat between their legs. What will you be sitting on?