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Coal Country Roubaix

 Coal Country Roubiax is a small little race in south eastern Ohio, now in its 3rd year. The race promoter is this loud bearded, sometimes not bearded fella, who never stops shouting about how hard “his” race is. He claims there are no flat roads, all climbing, constant hills, harder than all the rest, by all the rest we’re talking; more elevation then Leadville, Crusher, and unbound. We’re talking 13,000-14,000 feet of elevation in 100 miles. That is rather intense, 130-140 feet a mile. Quite a bit.  Secret time: I’m super scared of elevation and 100 miles. 100 miles is referred to as a century ride, and I’ve never achieved one. My attempt at a century ride during day 1 of the Huracan ( see previous blog posts 😉), ended at 92 miles in a bonk where I couldn’t talk and stumbled into someone else’s campsite, threw money at them, set up my tent, and laid there all night.  So obviously this race would be out of the question, you can’t do your first century at the hardest rac...

DRT CULT: Day 1

 Dirt Bag Camp was scheduled to start on Sunday at 3:00 p.m. central time, rite before spring break but, like all good cults, you can’t put a leash on these “athletes”. I use the term athletes lightly because they’re really just a bunch of old people having a mid life crisis that involves exercise.  Luckily, I’m not grouped in with “them”. I, myself, am a delicious looking 37 year old who looks 22 from the forehead down. …. Not even being funny, I get Id’d at the grocery store when I try to buy children’s Tylenol!  So anyway, I don’t mind gracing the old folks with my young youthful energy, it’s kinda like a service I provide to the pre-elderly.  Ok, ok, back to Camp. So it was suppose to start at 3:00 on Sunday but, no chance you can keep these fine athletes caged up with an arbitrary number like 3. I left 6 days early, completed the 13 hour drive and arrived in Bentonville at 7:00a.m. Wednesday morning.  I had a side project where I was going to ride around in...