The route is 250 miles of mixed terrain: Singletrack, forest road, paved roads, bike trails, double track and grassy abandoned easements. This is an at your own risk personal challenge that each rider voluntarily wants to engage in." CFITT goes from the Atlantic Coast in New Smyrna to the Gulf Coast in Inglis Florida. As the day to leave for Florida grew near, I went into packing mode and had all my gear loaded and ready a full day before travel time. I was not surprised I had this down to a science, since packing up and rolling out to ride was becoming quite the routine lately. I contacted my friend and fellow MTP Velo team member, Patrick Lackey to go over the logistics of our trip. Since we were leaving midday Friday after work, we were unable to take advantage of the van ride being offered by SingleTrack Samurai who was hosting the event, so we formulated our own method. We would drive to Gainsville, rent out a one way rental, follow Patrick to the finish line, leave his car there, and then use the rental to drive back over to New Smyrna, check into our hotel, get into temp riding gear, drive the rental to the drop off point and use our bikes to return back to our hotel. It was a great plan.
If you had more than one number, you failed, if you had more than one upper case character you failed, if you had more than one special character, you failed....get my problem? Realize also that the entered password was not viewable, so anything you typed had to be clearly visualized. This was not the kind of problem I was expecting to have at 4:25am. I thought to myself, relax, you are a computer professional, you can do this...I was wrong, I couldn't do this. After 5 more minutes frantically trying to create an account, Patrick pops in and asks me why I am still here . I mention to him that I am stuck trying to create an account and just cannot do it! 4:35am. He tries to login with his account and fails repeatedly at logging in. I tell him to go and focus on his race. I then deduce that maybe the terminal is not sending special characters correctly to the form or maybe the machine has a key logging virus to which I then immediately stop touching it and run out into the lobby to see what else can be done. There is a front desk person walking around handling various tasks and I finally explain that I cannot print out a mailing label and that he please hold onto my mailing box until I contact them this upcoming week and email them the label. He politely agrees to hold the box for me and my problems are temporarily solved. I set about taping the box only to stop and think for just a moment. What if I never see these items again? Is there anything of true importance in the box? Yes there is! My special Snake Creek Gap Time Trial belt buckle! I literally rip the buckle off the belt and stuff it in my upper bike bag next to my camera. I then seal the box and hand it off to the front desk. He wishes me good luck on my journey and I race off out the door of the hotel, not looking back since I am already late. 4:47am and I am racing down the beach boulevard searching for the start of the race. I finally find the spot on the beach where everyone is meeting up and as I hear Karlos' voice yell GO! I yell NO while riders depart all around me as I flounder onto the beach crossing Celso at one moment for a quick hello.
CFITT Track Day 1