24 Hours of Old Pueblo or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dark

I've known about 24 Hours of Old Pueblo for a while, and it was always a race I wanted to do. This year, it seemed a strong possibility, but registration was closed by the time I looked into it. I was in limbo for a week or two as I waited to see if I could get a spot, because if I couldn't, I was still maybe going to head out and be the pit crew for some friends who were doing it. Luckily, Rob Kulik from Flow Formulas came in clutch like he always does and got me a spot in the race. As soon as I found out I was in the race, I was beyond excited and could not wait to get out to the desert to rip it for 24 hours straight! Will was also going out to do it, so it was going to an awesome trip.

Some foreshadowing. Hint: Gordon beat me.

Looking ahead, but not too far ahead, I'm nearsighted

If I've learned anything in the past year or two (which I probably haven't), it's that I never know what the year is going to bring. Case in point: at the start of 2021 I never in a million years would've imagined having the most fun two-plus weeks ever on a road trip to Oregon for a 24 hour MTB race with Will. The only thing I know for certain this year is that singlespeed is ded, but mebbe it isn't, but yeth is probably is.

What's that you say? You think singlespeed is dumb? Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.

Climbing up over Echo Lake in California last summer on the road trip.