The TourDivide is just a little over a month away and there’s been times that I’ve stopped and gotten chills thinking this time next year I’ll be preparing to go up to Baanf, Canada and start the race.
Like all races, I generally size up the competition at the starting line. I can’t help it, I’m a competitive guy and it helps to make mental notes of who looks scary-fast and who I stand a chance competing against. Generally I’m my own worst enemy and my biggest form of competition.
If I were racing this year and was at the starting line right now, I’d see Eszter Horanyi and probably get more chills than any Canadian snow could bring. All you need to do is type Eszter’s name into google (but spell it right!) and you’ll pull up article after article about her being a general bad-ass. I think one of my favorite articles was “The girl feels NO PAIN.”
I was lucky enough to scoop an interview with her before she took off to Baanf and shredded the spine of America down to Mexico.
I used to get upset when people misspelled my name. I believed that it was unique enough that people would take a second look at it and spell it correctly. After I won 24-hours of Moab in 2009, USA Cycling misspelled my name in their press release, which at the time was upsetting. Since then, it’s just gotten comical. My favorite is when I send someone an email, sign my name, and then when they reply, they spell my name wrong.
My iPod broke last fall so I haven’t listened to music since then. If I can procure a music making device before the Divide, I’ll take it along for sure.
I’m terrified. I’ll carry bear spray and try not to sleep out, but really my master plan is to ride as fast as I can across Montana and sing off-key the entire way.
Race organizers provide the option for racers to write a letter stating their intent to race. I wrote one for Mountain Flyer Magazine (http://mountainflyer.com/