I've just come out of my post-race coma and thought I'd give my race report:
I did the 100 miler. I'm pretty new to endurance events, having done mostly Gravity/Enduro racing since 2015 until I moved to Cape Town at the end of 2021. So this was a farken long race for me.
I did it on my full suspension MTB, which usually has trail/enduro tyres for my general riding. I swopped these out for a 2.4 Maxxis Ikon at the front and a 50mm (2.0) Gravel tyre on the back end. I was ready to roll with the fast dudes.
I was close to the front at the start, and there was a friendly atmosphere and lots of cheerful banter. I was ready to roll slowly off the start and continue the banter, but when the race started, the manne just raced off in a cloud of dust. I managed to catch the back of the group on the tar road (which wasn't closed to traffic btw), when a huge crash happened right in front of me. Two riders went down really hard, and I barely missed one of them. One of the riders looked seriously injured. When I got going again, the main group were nowhere to be seen.
I caught a small group on gravel bikes. They all had "Autism" jerseys on. I sucked their wheels for quite some time. They had a SUV following them. I thought I was at the back of the field and the SUV was a sweeper. Then the SUV started handing out cokes and donuts to the riders. I never got a coke or a donut. These okes had their own support vehicle. I was lank disappointed. The donut-fuelled gravel bros dropped me on the next climb (it was a slight uphill, really). I was now completely alone with just miles of dusty road ahead of me.
I made it to waterpoint 2 and nearly hugged the lovely lady who offered me a hotdog. That was the best hotdog I've ever had. My energy levels were really flagging at this point, but I set off for water point 3.
Waterpoint 3 was not the oasis of treats I was expecting. A short dude was standing next to a table with what looked like paper shot cups. He said: "would you like some weed?" I said, "I don't smoke weed." He looked at me funny. So, I said, "but I'll have one of those tequilas." He said, "it's weed, not tequila." So, I looked at him funny and rode off. Found out later he was peddling Heed, not weed.
I made it to the end. My Garmin said 157kms. I was lank disappointed. I'm going to draft a letter to the organizers asking a 2% refund for my race fee. I paid for 160kms, not 157.
After the race I could not find the Belgian Beer, but did have one of the best burgers I've had in a while.
Overall I really enjoyed the race and have no complaints, besides being offered weed and being shortchanged 3kms. I did it in 7 hours and 40 minutes and will do it again. And, no, I'm not buying a gravel bike.
Thanks to the organizers, I'll see you all next year.