By Emma Millar
It was a crazy weekend. Trying to explain to my professors that I'll be gone for a week and that yes, cycling is a school-sanctioned sport was only the beginning.
We left Durango at an ungodly hour on Wednesday morning and arrived in beautiful Banner Elk, North Carolina that afternoon [for the USA Cycling Collegiate Mountain Bike National Championships]. The downhill wasn't until Saturday, so we had two days of practice until we raced. Thursday was a relatively relaxing day. We spent a long time walking and riding sections of the course and be the end, everyone felt pretty good about the race.
Then, of course, (East Coast, remember?) it rained all night Thursday and all day Friday. No one was really surprised, but it did make our course inspection earlier a little superfluous. We spent Friday shuttling the increasingly sloppy course.
I only got a few practice runs before breaking a bolt on my sweet pink Ellsworth Dare. I didn't know I was capable of breaking a bolt in two pieces, but apparently I am. And, apparently, the size I needed doesn't exist in hardware stores.