Mountain Bikers have about eighty million classifications. I ended up 2nd in the Beginner classification, 30-39 years old, out of about 30 people. Of course, that result means nothing.
As a time trial, we started at thirty second intervals. What does mean something, to me at least, is that I passed 27 people on the course. I live for passing people.
I ended up with the 75th best time overall, out of 380. I got a silver large silver-looking medal, with the actual race name on it, presented to me on a podium.
For my state time trial championship I was handed a ziploc bag with a tiny, non-descript trinket inside. Of course, being a road race, I got money, too.
Two philosophies.
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