100 in Sturgis, SD
By: Ryan O’Dell
On Saturday, The Kenda NUE Series
shifted gears to Sturgis, South Dakota, home to the world’s largest motorcycle
rally. At 5am, racers made their way along a one hundred mile backcountry loop nestled
at the base of the northern Black Hills in extreme western South Dakota along a
mix of gnarly single track and fast, smooth cruising.
The majority of the race course covers
sections of the three longest official Black Hills trails: the Centennial Trail,
the Deerfield Trail, and the Mickelson Trail. The Mickelson Trail was named
after the late Governor George S. Mickelson, who is largely credited with the
development of the Centennial Trail. Following a tragic plane crash, the
Mickelson rail trail was named in his honor.
The Tatanka 100 is held in conjunction
with the Black Hills 100 Ultra-Marathon, which, in its first three years, has
earned a reputation as one of the toughest foot races in the western US. These
races share the same course for the first 50 miles, but the mountain bike
racers start one hour earlier, allowing them to get out front and avoid any
congestion on the trail.
Unlike last year’s ideal weather
conditions, this year’s race began with a torrential downpour followed by pop
up storms throughout the day. Out of nearly 80 registered racers, only about 35
brave souls dared to start the race narrowing even further to just 23 who
somehow managed to finish as the unusually wet conditions wreaked havoc on
racers and their bikes. Finish times for those who were able to survive and
triumph were nearly two hours longer than last year.
gets her third NUE Race Series win!
Brenda Simril, Motor Mile Racing, has
notched her third NUE Race Series win with a hard fought finish at the Tatanka
100. Simril completed the course in 11:57:00,
far from her 9:58:22 finish last year. "Last year one of my favorite races and
experiences was Tatanka. I had never been to South Dakota before and was
overwhelmed by the beauty of the Black Hills. The course had everything I like,
lots of singletrack, hard climbs, technical down hills and even an absurd hike
a bike that looked impossible to climb.
Despite the brutal conditions of this year's race, it's still one for my
favorites. I wasn't expecting rain and mud so it was a shock when we left the
hotel room and walked out into the cold, wet darkness. I knew from the very
start that the key for the day was to just concentrate on getting to the
finish. I rode fairly conservatively the whole time, trying to protect my bike
from mechanicals and myself from crashing on the slick technical descents. I
took every opportunity I had to lube the chain, clear the mud off the
drivetrain, and even washed the bike a few times during the creek crossings.
Fortunately I only had a few minor tumbles and the bike held up amazingly well.
I'm absolutely thrilled to get the win here and to find a place to put the
awesome buffalo skull trophy at home!”
18 minutes behind Simril was Amy Chiuchiolo,
GAS/Intrinsik, from Bozeman, MT, who was the only other woman to complete the
course finishing12:15:50. "The Tatanka 100 surely was an experience! More
like an adventure race actually. My race started out rough with a flat tire at
about mile eight, then it got interesting!
The mud was so slick it made holding
onto my water bottle a challenge as it slipped right out of my muddy gloves! It
made my seat post tool kit so muddy the velcro wouldn't hold and it fell off.
It made it extra exciting climbing back out of the thigh deep flooded stream
crossings, holding onto a rope so you wouldn't get washed away in the rapids. (Probably
barely Class I, but still exciting while holding onto a bike!). It flung up and
made my very strong prescription sunglasses so muddy I could barely see, (nor
could I look over the tops of them because of my very bad eyesight!). It made
the "mandatory hike-a-bike" section quite the challenge, straight up
a hill with a muddy river running down it and it wreaked all sorts of havoc on
everyone's bikes. There was bike carnage everywhere! Derailleurs hanging off,
broken chains, broken cranks, brakes unable to stop people, chain suck, you
After the mud it was straight into the
wind on the Mickelson Trail, uphill, for 17 miles at about 10 mph. If that
wasn’t enough, next came the missing trail signs, probably washed away in the
rain or something, a large tree fall that made me think I had gone the wrong
way, and then the thunderstorm brewing above my head at the top of the last
climb. Oh, and the exciting finish through the drainage ditch where I almost
ate it slipping on the moss, probably swerving to avoid the waterfalls pouring
in from the streets above my head! But I finished, and I really give credit to
those few guys that rolled in when it was dark at 9:30 pm! Congratulations to
the 35 mountain bike racers who started the race out of the 76 that signed up,
and to the 23 that were able to finish!”
racer, Meyer, gets his second straight Tatanka Victory
James Meyer, Quark/SRAM, from nearby Spearfish,
SD, also known among cyclists for co-founding Quark, a producer of power
meters, achieved his second straight win at his home course in just 9:53:50.
is an elite age-group triathlete, representing the United States in short and
long course age-group world championships. He is a three-time Ironman finisher,
including the Ironman® World Championship in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii in 2004. Since
2007, Jim has focused on road racing and endurance MTB. He has finished second
in the Open Men's category at La Ruta de los Conquistadores. http://www.adventurerace.com/
"It was a wet rollout. I stayed close
to Drew and Tinker until the start of the singletrack. They had the hammer
down, so I just rode my own pace. About ninety minutes in, Tinker was on the
side of the trail fixing a flat. He quickly caught back up to me, but Gerry
Pflug dropped off. Then, after the five treacherous crossings of Elk Creek, I
suddenly saw Drew. He was apparently suffering a front brake issue and was
descending a bit gingerly (not that the descents weren't difficult enough with
the slippery conditions). He then got off in the grass in a corner, so I
switched to lead for a while. We started the last climb before the Dalton Aid
station and he drifted back and disappeared. Once he was out of sight, I
stepped up the pace to open a gap.
The next five hours was spent trying to
hold a nice pace and not make any errors. Then, around mile 83, 7+ hours into
the race, I realized I was off course. After considerable hunting around, the
first five of us who placed grouped together. We determined there was an
erroneous course marker, fixed the marker, then made a gentleman's agreement to
ride in together and finish in the order we left the course. For such a long,
wet day, it was a pretty easy choice. We all got quite a workout!”
Six Seconds behind Meyer, Five-Time NUE
SS Champion riding geared this year, Gerry Pflug, Rare Disease Cycling, placed
second at 9:53:56. "The race started with a group of six geared racers,
including me, riding away from the rest of the other starters on the couple
miles of gravel road leading to the single track. It had been raining for much of the night and
was pouring down rain as we began the race. The pace being set at the front by
Drew Edsall and Tinker Jaurez, once we hit the trails, was a bit too much for
me that early in the race. My legs were still feeling tired from doing the
Lumberjack 100 the weekend prior and I thought maintaining a more consistent
pace would be better than pushing my limit early in the race. I also had a
feeling that the heavy rain falling and the muddy trail conditions were going
to make the race a long one, so I figured conserving my energy would be an
important strategy to follow to finish strong.
By the halfway point, I had worked my
way up to third place overall and was feeling strong. I moved into second place
overall at the start of the Mickelson Trail and held onto that spot until mile
83. At that point, I climbed up a long hill and came across the race leader,
James Meyer. He told me we were off course and needed to head back down the
long climb we just did.
While riding down the trail, we saw
other riders following the misplaced course markings as well. Eventually,
everyone turned around and we regrouped at the last marking we saw at a split
in the trail. James Meyer had the GPX file loaded in his Garmin and it was
telling him to travel down the trail marked with a "W", meaning the
wrong way. We then switched the course
markers so no other riders would make the wrong turn and then began riding the
rest of the course as a group. Edsall
recommended that we make a gentleman's agreement to all finish in the position
where we were prior to going off course. Then, we all rode the next twenty
miles back into Sturgis at a fast but fun pace to finish a very tough day of
racing in extreme conditions.”
Leading the race early, Drew Edsall, Pro's
Closet/Stan's No Tubes, from Ft. Myers, FL managed to hang on to third place
finishing 9:54:05. Matt Woodruff, Kuhl/Rocky Mountain, was fourth at 9:54:06. ""I
felt great off the start and felt a repeat of how I felt when I took the win at
The True Grit 100 in March of this year, so I pushed my pace. The group
separated in the singletrack where it got sloppy, muddy, and very tough. I
really like those conditions so I took advantage of it.
Tinker and I were able to split off the
others for the first two+ hours, but shortly after that, both of us suffered
mechanicals. The conditions were extremely tough. I lost my front brake completely
while Tinker had two mechanicals as well. Riding with no front brake was quite
interesting in sloppy conditions, but I pressed on determined to take advantage
of the areas I could but, with the loss of my front brake, I went from first to
slowly fading to fifth, and then rallied back to third overall when we got away
from the singletrack.
The winner, Jim Meyer, was on fire
today. He was flying on the singeltrack and showed his top form. Toughest race
I have been in to date, but also one of the most memorable. The riders were
awesome, the support was great, and the race was nothing but incredible. Excellent
views, fun trails, and fully supported aid stations in the pouring rain. I couldn't
have asked for more!"
Clint Muhlfeld, Sportsman & Ski
Haus, claimed fifth at 9:57:45. "This year's Tatanka 100 was the most mentally
challenging, technically demanding, and toughest conditions I have ever
experienced in a 100 mile cross-country mountain bike race. It truly was a race
of attrition and relentless suffering.
The race started in a cold, torrential downpour at 5 AM. Having made the lead
group of five, I suffered a puncture about seven miles in at the base of the
first climb then another flat a mile later. I literally went into last position
and was forced to play catch up the entire race. Greasy and muddy conditions
forced us to run the steep sections. Iit was one step forward and two steps back.
The creek crossings were thigh deep and the water was cold and fast. The name
of the game was perseverance, to keep moving forward and not focus on the
ridiculous conditions we were experiencing. Despite a short detour off course,
I slowly clawed my way back through the field and finished behind the leading
group. I'm just happy to have finished with my bike and I in
one piece. I look forward to doing this epic race again...but under drier
Ross Delaplane, Brookfield Residential,
rounded out sixth place at 9:58:29.
Two-time US Olympian and NUE contender,
David Tinker Juarez, Team Sho-Air, coming off a second place finish at the
Mohican MTB100, was forced to withdraw at Dalton Lake, aid two, when his brakes
failed entirely. "My race started at 5 am and it was raining, a tough way to
start but I was here, ready to race, and the rain wasn't going to stop me!
I felt good and I was right behind the
leader getting comfortable. Third place was a little over a minute behind and
the conditions where muddy and slick! I got a flat early in the race and made a
quick repair. Only two riders passed and, once I got going, I caught second
place quickly. We had a good pace and we caught the leader, but then I had
another problem, no rear brake. Having no rear brake is a rider’s worst
nightmare. Normally, I don't carry extra brake pads but I had an extra set with
me in case of an emergency. I had to stop to change the brake pads since I was
riding in bad conditions and tight single track. As a result, I lost over ten
minutes and, once I started riding, I still had no back brakes. At that point,
the game was over and I just needed to get to a checkpoint to get a ride back.
It's always tough to DNF for a mechanical, but like the old saying goes, "that
is racing!” I felt that I had a really good chance to win today but now I have
to wait for my next race.”
defends last year’s win at Tatanka!
A.J. Linnell, Fitzgerald's
Bicycles/Pivot Cycles, of Victor, ID made it two in a row at Tatanka, getting
his second NUE win following up on an impressive win at the Bailey Hundo.
Linnell crossed the finish line at 10:05:13. "Spinning around the parking lot
at Woodle Field at 4:45am, trying to "warm up" in the pouring rain,
it was easy to tell that the 2014 Tatanka 100 wasn't going to be a day in the
park. But there was no way I could have anticipated just how hard it
ended up being, by far, my hardest 100-miler.
I entered the Centennial Trail
singletrack a bit behind Gerry Pflug and Daniel Rapp and ended up riding
with those guys for a few miles of fun, albeit slippery, Black Hills gold.
Eventually, I felt the need to ramp up the pace, as much to stay warm as
anything, and passed on a short climb.
I went back and forth with Tinker a
couple of times during his unfortunate mechanical issues, and then somewhere
after the Dalton Lake Aid my own drama started. Just before entering the
day's rockiest two-track descent my rear tire blew, and when I tried airing it
up again, the valve stem was gone! It must have gotten tagged by a branch and
sheared off. Gerry passed me just as I was finishing putting a tube
in and gave me the encouragement to hurry up with my repair because Daniel
was only a few minutes back.
Once I was back on the bike, I was
pretty motivated to rally the descent to see if I could reel Gerry back in, and
ended up going over the handlebars twice, wiping out on a muddy side hill,
all in the space of ten minutes. Brutal!
The crashes made me decide to back it
off a bit and catch my breath. This was good, because, shortly thereafter, I
lost my rear brake and had to ride the remaining sixty miles with only the
front brake. I held a more moderate pace through the Silver City Aid and up the
gnarly hike-a-bike to the Mickelson Rail Trail, where I felt like I could make
up some time. The Mick was really what I had geared for, and my 34x18 felt
spot-on. I caught Matt Woodruff a few miles before the top and rode with him
for a bit, and then finished up the spin to the top.
Descending from the Englewood Aid, I
hit the day's lowest point. The rain started coming down hard again, with a
breeze that made it just that much chillier, and my body temp dropped
considerably. I hadn't seen anybody for a long while when all of a sudden Jim
and Gerry were riding towards me from a wrong turn that we all managed to take.
We re-found Matt and Drew Edsall back towards the wrong-turn junction, spent a
few minutes figuring out where we were and where we needed to go, and then took
the right hand option instead.
I had been pretty stoked to be in third
place overall up to that point, but I was so cold that my jaw was cramped shut
and I was shivering uncontrollably. There was no way I would be able to
maintain any kind of speed in that condition with only one brake so I just
settled in and tried to ride smart, hoping to maintain my position in the
Singlespeed division. The couple at the Galena Aid were wonderful, helping me
put on a black trash bag and a plastic poncho to warm up during the last ten miles
or so of the race.
I got passed by a couple more geared
guys during the final dirt-road descents and then blissfully rolled into
Sturgis under blue skies and full sun, ecstatic to be wearing two layers of
plastic and no longer shivering. In the end, I would have loved to get a top-three
finish overall, but, given all of the day's challenges and drama, I'm happy to
have held the Singlespeed win.”
Twenty-six minutes later, Daniel Rapp, Toasted
Head Racing, placed second in 10:31:23. "A lead group of six riders quickly formed and I lost contact with them in
the first gravel road section. AJ Linnell came up from the rear and we
continued together into the first piece of single track.
Our pace was
steady enough to then bridge up to Gerry Pflug. The three of us then rode
together as we traversed up the Centennial Trail. I followed AJ after he
pushed passed Gerry up a steep loose climb. The two of us continued pushing
hard, but I couldn't match AJ's pace and lost contact with him approximately
fifteen miles into the race.
I chased hard
to reconnect with AJ, but made some mistakes in the process. The most costly
mistake was misinterpreting a trail marking and adding time and mileage to the
already 100 plus mile race. After getting back on track I maintained my
positioning and finished the race.”
Twenty-Five minutes later, 29 year old
Trevor Rockwell, Team Noah Foundation/Decorah Bicycles/Twin Six, of Decorah, IA
finished third at 10:56:27. "I arrived in Sturgis on Friday afternoon to a
precursor of what was to come this weekend, RAIN! With packet picked up and
drop bags packed up, it was time to head to my traditional camping spot at the
Spearfish Campground. There is no better place to stay when in the area as the
grounds are amazing, stream perfect for sleeping, and overall accommodations
worth the twenty dollars.
All night I slept through downpour
after downpour. I hoped that the rain
was hitting here, and not in Sturgis, which happens quite often out here.
I arrived in Sturgis and my hope was
not reality as it was raining pretty steady, or had just previous to my
arrival. Tatanka 100 is a tough course on its own. The climbs are often point A to point B in
the straightest line possible, and if they are switch-backed, they are still
quite a pitch up. The terrain out here can be ripping fast trail to very
technical rock sections and roots. Now,
all of this was going to be compounded by the rain ten-fold and the rain was coming
down steady. Most of the NUE faithful were rolling a short warm up in the wet
and cold as the long day was about to begin.
I felt that when the gun went off, the
rain must have picked up. The roll out for this race is about 3-4 miles of
gravel roads that lead to the entrance of the Centennial Trail where the first
50 miles of the race takes place beginning at Alkali Trailhead. I was sitting
near the back in the front pack, for the roll out through Sturgis and made the
turn with them onto the gravel climb. From here, my race went backwards instead
of forward. The first acceleration on
the climb left me struggling and watching them roll away.
My legs and body were already deciding
how today was going to be run. I had
punished them over the last two weeks with back to back 100 milers (BaileyHundo
and Lumberjack) and it was time for my body to revolt against my wishes. My legs
felt like cement and my stomach was not much better, already. I was able to
keep sight of the top two single speeds, A.J. and "D-Rapp”. After grinding my way up the gravel mostly by
myself, I entered the single track from what I could make out with a minute gap
between me and the SS leaders. This was the beginning of the longest day I have
spent on the bike, mentally and physically!
Most of the time, once we hit the
trail, the smile comes out, and I am in my happy place but not today as the
trail was not buff single track but rather a stream filled with a couple inches
of tire sucking muck! The trail immediately gave us an unbeknownst look into
the next six hours! Originally, all of us were hoping for possible sub-8 hour
day, faster than last year’s 8:55 but I could tell by the opening section that
I may have to be watching out for time cutoffs today. The trail was a slip and slide!
There was nothing I could do but keep
pushing forward and I found out early that I was in for a lot of walking. As I
started to ride, any uphill was compounded by the slime and traction was an
issue. Over the next 25 miles to Dalton Lake, my mind was going negative as I
thought I traveled further and further backwards on the clock to all the leaders.
I would ride until I would spin out and then push my bike until I knew I could
get back on and roll till I would slide out again then repeat for the next three
hours! The rain came down steady for this first three hours too! I arrived at
Dalton Lake Aid a little defeated, but was boosted along the way by Perry
Jewett’s Pedal Power excitement at the Elk Creek Aid.
Mentally, every aid for me was a goal
towards the finish. Dalton Creek was a major milestone as it took me three
hours to accomplish the task of getting there. I knew that my goal time was out
the window and doing the other calculation a sub-12 hour was in jeopardy. Still,
I pushed on.
HIKING, HIKING, HIKING! After Dalton
Lake is where the majority of the hiking started. Coming out of Dalton you go immediately up in
tight switchback formation. Last year, I was able to climb parts of this
section by taking a minor walking break. This year, I was bound to walk the
entire stretch! About 20 minutes later, I was at the top with very sore feet
It was much of the same over and over
until the Pilot Knob Aid. This Aid was about 42 miles into the race and for me
about 4:30 into the race. OUCH! When I
arrived there I noticed the aid volunteer was taking our splits. Wondering what
the damage was, I checked the sheet to see what my gap was. For the first part of the race I felt as
though I had to be more than an hour and half back as I was moving like
molasses but, much to my surprise, I found out I was a mere forty minutes off
of the overall leader! What a mental boost! Second SS was only about twenty minutes up and it was time to see if I
had anything. This section of the race
was one of my favorite and least favorite sections last year and this year was
The start of the section from Pilot to
Silver City is great! The trail conditions here were not bad at all today as
the ground seemed to hold the water well and traction was good. The trail is also classic single track, fast
and flowy, with punchy climbs that flowed nicely with trail. I was moving
nicely over this and knew, however, that one of these turns was going to lead
me to one of the hike a bikes from hell on course! Lo and behold, around a corner the trail
points left and I look up a washed out trail straight up the mountain! After hiking
again for twenty minutes or so, I finally reached the steep, fun, down hills
into Silver City. Arriving in Silver City was a boost this year as I heard the
echo of PEDAL POWER chant! Perry knows how to get me riding faster with those
simple words, than you Perry!
Silver City was another accomplishment
for the day and another time check told me I had cut off about ten minutes into
the gap to D-Rapp. It was time to get to it on the MICK! I lubed the chain, got
new bottles and food, sunglasses cleaned, and was off for 26 miles of monotony
on the Mickelson Trail!
The Mick for most riders isn’t that bad
of a section. Click up and find a gear that works nicely and ride it out. For a
single speed rider, this section is a mental game as we are stuck spinning what
we got, and for the most part, it is not a high enough gear. My gear selection of
34 x20 this year was the same as last year and I knew it was going to be a
tough push as it was great for climbing but not for the 2% grade of the
Before we got to the Mickelson though,
we must climb the notoriously steep hike a bike up and over a nearly sheer
rocky, rutted, stream filled uphill! This year, I was mentally prepared for it.
Climbing up and over to the Mickelson wasn’t as bad as last year for me as I
knew what to expect.
The Mickelson this year was 26 miles of
alone time as the whole race had been so far! Spin, spin, stand, spin, spin, SIGH! The only thing that kept me pushing on was the fact that I have never
quit a race. My bike must be un-ridable to not finish a race! So on and on I
went, monotony being broken for about 1/2 a mile when the eventual Master’s
winner (Gary Gardiner) passed, offering me a pull, then eventually just riding
away from me. I had nothing to keep up with him!
Right before a fast downhill section on
the rail trail, the sky’s decided it hadn’t given us enough hell and the rain
fell again. This was one of the worst things that could happen as I had nothing
but arm warmers now and the downhill meant speeds of around 20 mph for five
miles! COLD, COLD, COLD!! Ride on!
I arrived at Englewood Aid 7 shivering
from head to toe. On the downhill to this aid, I was shivering so bad that I
would look down at times to see my front wheel shaking back and forth at top
speed from my shaking body! Trying to get some cookies in my hand was a
challenge but again, I got what I needed to keep the body happy and off I went
in search of the finish.
The final section of the race is all
dirt fire roads. These are different than normal fire roads though as they are
ATV trails that are rutted and mud bogged to the point of being basically wide
open, multi-lane singletrack. Over the next 25+ miles, it was much of the same
for me. Pace myself up the longer climbs, run the steep ones, and ride the down
hills with reckless abandonment while avoiding the huge mud and water pits that
were everywhere the entire race. I was
able to put a good clip together through this section and watched with
amazement as the miles clicked by. It was looking like I might be able to pull
off a sub-11 hour day! More stoke to the fire!
With this new fire, I was able to push
even when my body told me NO! Up and Down, I kept looking for that last
downhill. 10:30 hit and I had about seven miles to go. PUSH, PUSH, PUSH! I was now riding without a sense of danger as
I just rode as fast and hard as I could. Finally, the final long downhill was in front of me! This was one of the
most dangerous sections for me as I was going as fast as I could and the road
was torn to shreds. I would point my bike downhill and ride what was given me
hoping not to flat then, finally, Sturgis was in front of me. The time was 10:45
and only the town of Sturgis remained to get through.
I arrived to the drainage ditch at
10:50. I was going to make it, well, not so fast. Riding the drainage this year
was a little sketchy. As I went around the first corner in the drainage,
disaster nearly struck as my back wheel hit the water filled ditch and slid
straight sideways on some moss! I am going to end my race with only two miles
left! No Way!
I was able to ride out of the slide and
made a note to take all corners on the banked outside wall instead of the
inside corner. Finally, the final pallet bridge in front of me it was out of
the drainage and the most beautiful sight of Woodle Field lay in front of me.
Crossing the line made the day complete!
This was the hardest day I have spent
on the bike. The trail, combined with the conditions made this race the hardest
race I have ever done. I finished almost
exactly two hours slower. However, I didn’t care about my place or time today
as just finishing was a major accomplishment today. I beat the demons and finished a very tough
race and I will be back again next year as this is my favorite place to ride
Hamilton Smith, Team Jackson Hole, was
the only other SS finisher, placing fourth at 12:29:33.
gets a commanding win!
year old Gary Gardiner, Bountiful Bike P/B Mountain America Credit Union, was
the first to cross the line at 10:42:43, more than two hours ahead of his
58 year old David Grauer, orthopro,
from Niwot, CO was next and one of just three masters to finish crossing the
line at 13:05:43. The final finisher, getting third in the process, was 51 year
old Jeff Johnston, The Bike Way, from Omaha, NE just making the cutoff to
racer, John Lauk was one of many, forced to withdraw. "We had been warned in
the pre-race meeting, but I couldn't believe how deep and fast-flowing the
waist-deep water was. In one of the four crossings, my bike washed down
creek as I tried to hang on to the suspended rope. "Is this an
adventure race or middy buddy I joked out loud?"
A few riders reported falling and going
completely under water. By the first rest stop at mile 17, we were all
completely covered in sticky mud. It was clear it would be a long day.
My race abruptly came to stop when a low hanging branch wedged itself into my
rear derailleur and tore it off the frame. I walked the bike to the next
stop a mile up the trail and was greeted by an excellent group of volunteers
from Ellsworth Air Force Base.
Because of the remote location of that
stop and the muddy jeep roads, I waited five hours until I could get a ride out
so I spent most of the rest of my day helping other riders clean their drive
trains and refuel. One guy came limping in carrying his bike, now seven
hours into the race, at mile 23. His drive train and wheels were jammed with
mud and he had been carrying his heavy mud covered bike for over five miles. I
dug out the mud and washed his drivetrain and sent him on his way wondering
what would become of him. Finally, I got a ride out and back to the start
in Sturgis in time to watch the first finishers arrive.”
NEXT:The Kenda NUE Series heads northwest to the High Cascades 100 near Bend, Oregon
on Saturday, July 19. Like many of the NUE Races this season, The HC100 is sold
out but racers can get on a waiting list to enter. http://nuemtb.com/series/high-cascades-100-ultra-endurance-mountainbike-race
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