By Conrad Davies
Not the Best Time of My Life.
So it’s all over bar the shouting and there will be some shouting, but more on that later. The fourth and final round of the South African DH National Cup Series took place this last weekend in the Hartbeespoort area, near Johannesburg. The venue was again a bit of a last minute thing, but was really well put together and good fun. It was also the first National race I’ve been to in a long time that was so well sponsored. The goodie bags were packed with cool stuff and the prizes where really great.
As usual we head off on Thursday afternoon and because it was a shorter trip than some of the other away nationals this year, we got to our destination early enough to get a good night’s rest. We stayed at Casa De Weber (my mom-in-laws place) and that in itself made the weekend worth the drive. She is a great cook and awesome host and made all of us feel right at home from the moment we got there. Thanks mom.
Friday morning was sunny in Gauteng, but cold and windy (glad I had my Dakine Zephyr jacket and Defender gloves), so we all seemed a little sluggish and spent a long time eating breakfast and talking around the table, before heading out to the track to walk it and get in some practice runs.
The track was well designed and used a lot of the natural features of the hill. I’m not going to lie: I hate rocks, and this track was pretty much a rock garden from top to bottom. In fact the joke after the track walk was, “What are you going to do after the first rock garden”. And the answer would be something like “Well I’ll cross the finish line”. But we all knew that any track in Gauteng was going to be rocky, so we tried hard to work it out. Watching some of the fast kids like Kelvin Purchase on the track made me realize that you just have to go fast and deal with what ever track you are presented with.
After a few practice runs, I started to find some good rhythm on the track and even started to jump to a comfortable landing on some of the tech little step downs on the course. I really started to like the rocks even though they where beating me up a bit. You just kind of felt like you had been in some kind of fight after a few runs. I felt like I could put together a good run on the track, and then Matt crashed.
I was sitting in the pits having a bit of food and something to drink, when I noticed Matt standing in amongst a bunch of medics and looking a bit sore. He had fallen after a road gap about halfway down the track, and collected a rock with his shoulder. The collar bone was broken and was trying to push it’s way out of his body. We packed him up and I drove him back to Joburg, to Olivedale Clinic to get sorted out. The drive back gave me time to contemplate to fact that it is not a case of if, but rather when you crash, how bad will it be. To much thinking made me loose my nerve.
After I was finished at the hospital, I got home, and spent some time with family and friends from JHB. That was good and I started to relax about the track. I got some sleep and got ready for another day of practice on Saturday. After another awesome breakfast we headed out and I did a really good practice run to start the day on the track. After that things just seemed to fall apart. The track felt like it was just getting harder and harder and I got tireder and tireder.
The track really did beat you up and I was stoked to just head home and clean and prep my bike for race day, and just chill out. Gertrud had put together an awesome dinner for us and after a bit of banter around the dinner table, we all headed off to bed to get a good night’s rest.
We got to the track really early on Sunday morning to try get a few practise runs in. My practice run went okay, but I just didn’t feel fast. My first race run felt much the same and Matt even commented that I looked like I was going half throttle. I decided to just try relax and not push to hard at the top, to try and have some energy for the more pedally bottom section. The second run went a bit better, but I only took 2 seconds off my first run. I needed to go much faster.
Not a great result and I am pretty disappointed with my time, but I still managed to finish off the year in second place and walk away from the 2011 season with no major injuries. I am stoked that I made it onto CSharps Facebook page in the best photos of the weekend (they put up 13 images to promote the pictures they shot on the weekend). The rest of the year is going to be a mix of getting ready for the new addition to the family and just riding my bike as much as I can.
This will not be my last race, or ride report for the year, but I’d like to take this opportunity to say thank you to all my sponsors and the people who have helped me though out the year. Chad, Jake and Mickey for hooking me up with awesome kit from Dakine, Von Zipper and Nixon; Rob for the very best tyres (ITS) and lubes (Motorex) and cleaners; for your help with Race Face. Then to Des Purchase for helping me get all around the country to races and last my beautiful wife and her awesome mom and dad, for all their support. All you guys make me feel so good.
PS: I say there would be more about the shouting, so here it is. There have been major problems at CSA this year and I’m not convinced that they will go away in a hurry. The one that affects me is that the rules about licensing are not being adhered to, meaning that a protest that is currently going on, could move a rider that has ridden fun class for the year, into Sub-Vet and change the points standing quite dramatically. This would move Matt to second and me to third for the year. Matt and I have just decide to let it go, as it’s not really worth the fight, but I’m not sure for myself if all the sacrifice needed to compete in the “sport” of DH is worth it. Personally I would like to start to push my limits in a more Freeride direction and spend some time teaching people to ride their bikes better. I would really like to continue to represent all of you who have help me so much as I change my focus. I hope you can see value in that as well.