2016 Dirty Kanza Part IX – Finish Line

Note:  this post is about my first-ever Dirty Kanza 200 experience on June 4, 2016. 

Read Part I – The Signup

Read Part II – Prep / Training

Read Part III – Friday

Read Part IV – Starting Line

Read Part V – Checkpoint One

Read Part VI – Hitting The Wall

Read Part VII – Checkpoint Two

Read Part VIII – Checkpoint Three

Part IX – Finish Line


new team member

Did I say something about being +1 at Checkpoint Three?  I lied.  We were actually +2 with the addition of Kristin.

We made the deal after she led us back into Madison.  It made perfect sense.  She was riding alone and could use some company.  Gregg and I were minus a working GPS.  I don’t know that it was said in so many words, but it meant no one left behind.

new moon

It was now total darkness, but we had Kristin to guide us.

“In approximately .2 miles you will turn left onto the unmaintained roadway,” she’d tell us with her soothing southern lilt.  Her voice far better than the British woman who speaks to me in my car.  Kristin if you ever need a new job I bet Garmin would hire you.

She was absolutely brilliant.  A positive light leading us to the finish line.

mishap

What’s the second thing your GPS (sometimes) does after telling you which way to turn?  It tells you to turn back around because it got confused – right?  We all know it happens.  Another reason Tim told me to not use the GPX tracks.  Next time…

On one such turnaround, I got sloppy and fell over.  Gravel aggravated old hip injury now inflamed with pain and swelling.

Don’t worry about it, get up and continue on, the voice inside my head told me.

inspiration

Now and then we’d stop and let Gregg catch up.  At the turns.  I didn’t count, maybe four or five times.  In truth we didn’t have to wait very long.  Long enough for a good drink or to rifle through the frame bag to replace a battery unit on the headlight.  But it was dark, the field had thinned and the roads twisted.

“You guys don’t have to wait on me!” he would say.  He didn’t want to be the one that prevented us from getting a finishers glass.  I’d been keeping an eye on the times and distance.

“We got this,” would be the reply.

humor

As the riders passed, they’d ask questions, wondering which way to turn, trying to figure out who knew what, following the competent ones.

“Do you guys know where you’re going?” one pair asked.

“We’re going to Emporia,” I told them in a cheerful voice.  “Where are you guys headed?”

The old man, holding a lantern and clanging a cowbell like crazy.  It’s zero dark thirty, riders trickling by and he’s still out there.

gut checks

As we propped each other up with words of encouragement.

Dig deep.  Good work.  Almost there.  We got this.

suspense

A few miles from Emporia I remembered the railroad tracks.  That every 17 minutes a train passes through.  That there is a barricade.  That under no circumstances does a rider cross one.

It was then I noticed what I thought was a blinky rider taillight were actually lights on a barricade.  The train was stopped and its last car was blocking the crossing.  Then slooowly it crept away and the guards lifted.  We’re moving again.

finish

The last couple of miles went quickly.  Weaving our way through campus and onto Commercial Street I knew we were in time.

And they waited for us, cowbells still a-clanging and cheering like it meant something, which of course it did.

When it came time to cross, I waved Kristin ahead.

“No, let’s cross together,” she said.

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Kristin and I at the finish line.

After Cheri snapped our picture she asked where Gregg was.  He was right behind us, he’ll make it I said.

more suspense

After what seemed like forever he crossed.  Exactly four minutes and forty eight seconds before the cutoff.

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Gregg’s crossing

the merriment

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Cheri gives Gregg a hug.

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Wish there was still beer.

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And then…

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I put my steed to rest.  Well done Willard. Well Done.

We were nearly the last across, but in this race, finishing is all that really matters.

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the end

 

 

6 Comments

    1. Thanks Erik. No audio notes, but lots of pics and a narrative running inside my head of the events. For some reason I thought it important to get it down before it fades. Fortunately, once I finished (the writing) the narrative did as well.

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