I'm heading up to the nahe von Sykesville tomorrow to ride in the WUSS Liberty Jamboree. It's a one day unsanctioned single speed mountain bike stage race complicated by a card game and possibly alcohol and a barbecue in the late stages, near as I can tell. It's not entirely clear to me. I'm going to bring the bike, some fluids, a rack of beers, an extra tube, some Brave Soldier, some Motrin, and a sack full of testicular fortitude. We'll see how it goes.
What I do know about it is that a whole big bunch of people who have been unduly nice to me in my mountain biking novice-a-tude, people I like and respect, will be there. They are people I'd like to ride with even if we were all on road bikes tooling around Skyline or on fixies doing a bike & brew or the local shop ride. In fact, a few of the shop ride stalwarts, including LBS owner Jon, are dragging me into this. It should be a lot of fun.
What else I know is that most of the folks in this crowd, primarily single speed racers, are very strong sport-to-expert level racers who are going to beat the bejeezus out of me. This is going to be a serious beatdown. Oh, they won't try to hurt me, but I will hurt, and I imagine they'll hurt each other pretty good too. I'll go as hard as I can and try any damn thing they throw at me, as long as I don't break or break the bike. It's just suffering. Fun, sweet suffering in a nice location.
I'll let you know how it goes.