This past weekend, I rode the Powderhorn 24. This is the third time I’ve ridden this “community endurance event” in its four-year run. This year, instead of riding on a four-person relay team, we each decided to ride solo.
The weekend might be summed up thus: bikes, beer, tacos, humidity. More beers than laps, more laps than tacos, more humidity than anything else.
The decision to ride solo was definitely the right one. It allowed us to ride together, instead of having one person on the course and the other three hanging about in the bike-hobo camp that collects around the start finish–though we did our share of hanging out there too. And, it also allows for the freedom to choose when to ride (often, in 3-5 lap shifts), when to stop for a beer and a taco (even more often), and when to stop at bonus checkpoints (never).
It was so much fun, we’re already scheming for next year. Early preview: fat-bikes, an improved camp setup, and perhaps a couple more solo riders to join us.