It's all over now. The dust has settled and the cleanup crew has come and gone. SSWC09 Durango is in the books, and what a spectacle it was. Mixed emotions from the SSBP contingent about what it all means. But you can't read too much into these things. You go, you race (or in this case hike), party, and come home. It's not a summit at the U.N., it's a freak show.Below we have Lucy with a Scottish lad who was trying to seal the bid to host SSWC10 in Canada. Someone should tell him that at the very first SSWC it was decided that Canada would never be allowed to host.
That's Ron Andrews from King Cage with his new stem top-cap bottle mount. My prayers have been answered. I was getting tired of ramming my nuts into my stem. Now I can ram them into my water bottle.
Curtis Inglis, Paul Price, and Sean Walling were interviewed by a local production crew making a documentary. "Paul, tell us about your Blue Balls....."
That night in front of a bar I spied this bike with its own stand. Cheap frames with blinged out parts kits were the norm at SSWC09. That bodes well for greedy bastards starting a single speed parts website.
Race day saw a lot of this....
Luckily I had good company on the hike up....
Once to the top the course opened up to some nice technical stuff and great views.
The finish looked like the Folsom Street Fair.......Not that I've been....
Chipps from The Outcast and Singletrack Magazine was in top form. He's from England and somehow more tan than me.
Apparently the organizers ran out of money to buy water to have at the finish......
Because they spent it on basketball uniforms.....
The after party was impressive. The French guy trying to host worlds in Italy lost to New Zealand in the "Decider" basketball game. Saw a lot of friends there which is always the best reason to go to a SSWC. If you have any illusions of "competing", stay home. Don't think we'll be making it to New Zealand though. That's a tough language to learn.....
