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The Road to Brazil and the 24 HR World Champs 🇧🇷


Canadian Double Header

Landing back in Canada Thursday morning from Mexico it was a quick turn around to get ready for a Canadian Double header race weekend with the Spakuwas 50 in Squamish on Saturday and the Ghost of the Gravel in Alberta on Sunday. The key was the ground support from Dik and his son Seth as they ran me around between airports, provided a base camp in Deep cove and kept the engine fed for the busy weekend ahead!

First up was the Spakuwas 50 which was also the BC Provincial Marathon Champs this year.  Trying to defend the title from last year I went out pretty hard with just Canadian Cross champ Michael Van Den Ham and young Fernie ripper Carter Nieuwesteeg able to follow.  We had a substantial gap as we ripped through some of the best xc trails in the World in the Squamish rainforest.  Riding my hard tail for the first time in Squamish, the Kona Honzo, I was breaking some old Strava KOM’s and then doing my best to ride her smoothly on the rough descents.   We were ripping but unfortunately we we ripped ourselves right off course as someone had stolen some race direction signs.  By the time we figured this out and were back on track we had lost 9.5 minutes (according to Strava) and found ourselves back in the mid 30’s.  We knew we were pretty screwed put did what we could to get ourselves back into the race.  The biggest problem was the traffic as we’d come up on lines of riders on the singeltrack which was costing loads of time trying to get through them.  Most riders were great at opening the trail for us, we tried to be polite but are sorry if we cut anyone off!   It was an interesting race as Michael and I were the two fastest riders so we were battling each other but we also had to work together if we wanted to try and get ourselves back into the race.  Unfortunately we ran out of trail with myself eventually coming in 2nd and Michael in 4th, with local ripper Eric Goodwin staying on course and taking the W.

Next up was the race to the Vancouver airport for a 6pm flight to Calgary.  Once my buddy Seth finished his race we hopped in his Dad’s truck, pit stopped at Booster Juice for some recovery fuel, the Ocean for a quick ice dip/ bath and then onwards into the Vancouver traffic.  We nailed it, arriving at 4:45 pm, and next thing  I was in Calgary waiting for my luggage and lining up a rental car.  By 11:30 pm I was in bed at my friends Wayne and Joani Worobecs in Cochrane for a little bit of shut eye to recharge the battery before Sundays race!

The  Ghost of the Gravel is Albertas premier Gravel bike race as it takes in 118 km of rolling gravel roads through the Alberta foothills.  The race started pretty neutral as 220 of us dodged around some mud puddles from an earlier rainstorm and eased into the fast and punchy course ahead of us.  My legs were feeling surprisingly fresh and my Kona Libre was feeling solid but my front tire had sprung a very slow leak which I couldn’t identify.  We had a big lead group of 30 + riders so I could sneak off the back and try to figure out the leak but this was to no avail. Putting a tube in would be too costly time wise so I used my Co2 to top up the tire and then launched an attack as I figured my day might be short lived.  Taking the KOM title up the climb of the day put $200 in my pocket and also blew apart the field with just 4 of us left off the front.  2 of them were roadie teammates,  Provincial champ Andrew Davidson and his buddy Warren Muir, while Kona young gun David Yexley was also up with us.  This essentially made it 2 vs 2 in the lead group as David and I knew it would be smart to ally up.   We worked well together helping the group stay together but eventually he would lose contact with us and I would be left to fight against the two teammates alone. 

The legs were feeling good so I figured it would be smart to attack these guys but the x factor was my front tire which kept losing air.  I would try to sneak off the back on the long climbs to Co2 it before Andrew and Warren would take notice, which worked pretty good as I could always chase back on.  My fingers were crossed the tire would eventually seal itself but this wasn’t my day.  With 15 km to go the teammates started launching some attacks which I could cover but it kept the pace up and meant there was no more time to stop to re-inflate the tire.  With 4 km to go we hit a paved climb which I tried to drop the guys on but they were riding strong and with the tire now at about 10-15 psi and slightly bouncing off the rim it wasn’t ideal.  With a 2km flattish roll into the finish the ball was in there court as the chances of sprinting to a win with a nearly empty front tire was minimal. 

Luck would briefly change though as 500 meters from the line a cowboy and his horse trailer would pull onto the road with his dog taking chase.  This added chaos which was a good thing as I had over 6 months of this sort of training in Nepal and southeast Asia last winter.  Weaving around the dog I then had the choice of going left into the oncoming lane to get around the horse trailer or to risk the inside right line.   Going right I figured it would block the other riders but the cowboy put on his brakes which meant we got around him to early which enabled Warren to come around to take the win. I would settle for 2nd while luckily managing not to crash with the front tire bouncing off the rim.  It was a pretty hairy finish to what had been a solid weekend racing bikes across two different provinces!  Next year I’ll try to refine the details of this doubleheader and cross my fingers for a  bit better luck as back to back wins in these tow great races is certainly in the cards.  

This weekend also capped a solid month long block of racing and signalled the start of some specific training for the 24 HR World Championships coming up in Brazil at the end of July.  Right now I’m taking a small break in Nelson as I head towards the Okanagan from Canmore on my Libre which is not only a great race machine but also built for big adventures.  Time to keep the wheels rolling…!


Mexico- Race Xcross Hidalgo

Mexico has always been one of the more interesting places in the World to race a bike with its combination of natural beauty, fun people and the excitement of racing through the uncontrolled environment of the 3rd World.  

The Teenek Race Xcross Hidalgo, known as one of the toughest mountain bike races in the Americas, is a 3 stage race across the mountains in the state of Hidalgo just north of Mexico City.  In its 9th edition it had nearly 300 km and 8000 metres of vertical gain as it traversed some pretty rough mountains. With 80-90 racers it was the perfect size to have a laid back atmosphere yet some tough competition!

  In 2008 and 2009 I raced the Transmexicana which went from one coast to the other over 800 km in 8 days.  It was one of the best courses I have ever raced and also one of the most memorable with every day being full of unorganized chaos often riding around lost in the middle of the countryside. I had heard from my friends that the Race XCross Hidalgo was a well organized version of the TransMexicana so when the opportunity arose to race it this year I jumped at it. It did not disappoint!

Arriving to the race start in the town of Pachuca at 2400 M was an easy 1.5 hr bus ride from the Mexico city airport.  After a couple days of acclimatization and eating tacos it was race day and we were off to tackle 80 km on Stage 1.  It was a pretty neutral start as we climbed out of town on some pavement but as soon as we dropped into a dirt road it was game on!  I let the other guys set the pace for the first couple km then launched an attack over a small hill to spice up the race.  A small gap would open which I would extend on the rough and rocky decent to follow. One of Mexicos top racers and multi time champion Tono Escarcega would have nothing of it and would claw his way back to me.   From here we went on to smash each other good for the next couple of hours of racing.  We would attack each other but then often come face to face with a 30% climbs which would have us cross eyed as we just tried to get up them without walking.  This took it’s toll on both of us and with 20 km to go we had one last stiff climb in which I barely managed to turn over my 36 T chain ring while Tono had to get off and walk.  Finally, he looked cracked, the only problem was I would crack a few km later and then had a long and suffer last hour to the finish line.  At one point 3rd place rider Juan Silva almost caught  me but I managed to dig deep to pull ahead for a 1 minute victory. Little did I know but last years winner Tono Escarcega pulled the pin at the last feedzone which opened up a bit of breathing room heading into the next stages.


Stage 2 was the queens stage with 120 km and 2800 m of vertical as we tackled one of the Worlds biggest half pipes!  After an easy first 10 km to warmup I set out on a solo mission to dedicate the day to a fallen comrade in Steve Stanko who had passed away on a freak climbing incident the week before.  Steve was known as the “godfather of cycling” in my hometown of Jasper and had played a big roll in my development of a cyclist over the years.  On this day there was a memorial for him in Jasper and a group ride with nearly 250 riders showing up to pay tribute to him.  Unfortunately I couldn’t be there in Jasper but I felt Steves wings on my shoulders as the legs were firing good this day eventually rolling in for a 20 minute + victory after 5.5 hours of racing.  The course was epic as we raced across the backroads of Hidalgo and dropped into a giant canyon at one point, descending all the way from 2400 meters to 1300.  It was 100% Mexican with Cacti everywhere, lots of locals out and about and loads of sketchy dogs chasing as we road by them.  Once in the canyon it turned into a bit of a jungle before setting out on a big climb out the other side of it.  After 45 minutes of climbing I crested the rim of the canyon to only we directed to drop right back into it and then onto another 45 minute climb out the otherside of it.  It was one hell of a big half pipe and made for a tough day of racing!  The finish of the stage was in a tourist town called Huasca, one of Mexicos famous “Pueblos Magicos.”  Post race a couple of us went to tour the Basaltic Prisms, a canyon full of columnar joints of basalt rock, it was unreal and apparently one of only a couple places in the world to have this natural phenomenom.  Mexico is certainly one of the most geographically and culturally interesting places I’ve ever travelled!

Back at race site racers were hanging out on the lawn drinking beer, listening to music and enjoying the fantastic atmosphere that the Teenek race organizers have around there events. For dinner we went to a street side Taco joint in Huasca and loaded up on some delicious tacos and enhciladas.  The Mexican’s sure now how to cook some damn fine food which also happens to be great fuel for riding!  Thankfully our stomachs also agreed with the food as eating street side in this part of the World is always a bit of a roll of the dice.


Going into Stage 3 we had just 70 km and 2000 meters of climbing between us and the finish line at the Cristo Rey statue in Pachuca.  With much of the course between 2500-3000 meters we could feel the altitude today as we raced on some rough dirt roads through the mountains.  I tried to keep a chill pace at the start to ride with the other racers for a while, but they seemed pretty fired up on the day and started attacking one after another.  Thus I attacked myself, riding away from the field for another solo ride to the finish.  It was a tough stage with some steep climbing but it also had some rad pieces of singeltrack mixed in. On the first piece of trail I came flying around corner in a tight ravine and saw a sheep up on the right hand side of the trail.  It wasn’t a grizzly bear so I though nothing of it but at the last possible second lamb chops jumped across the trail, I missed him but he was tied to a rope which clothes lined my bike and sent me crashing down the trail while at the same time yanking on lamb chops and causing him to come crashing back into my bike.  It was a sheep/bike racer yard sale but luckily we both got up unscathed. I remounted my Kona to continue onwards to the finish line with a extra surge of adrenaline to fuel the ride.  The rest of the trail was rad as it navigated over some rough terrain down a ravine until popping out into a cool Mexican town with cobbletstone streets.  Sitting up for a quick breather after the excitements on the trail, the next thing I saw were three dogs jumping at me from under a truck, one went straight in front of the bike, I felt like t-boning it but politely slammed on the brakes then used my water bottle to spray off the other sketchy beasts.  I don’t know if its just me but there seems to be more and more loose sketchy dogs around these countries like Mexico and Guatemala every year. 

The rest of the stage was rad as the course climbed up a steep fireroad into a forest at 3000 M before hitting pieces of single track all the way down to the finish line at Cristo Rey, sitting at 2500 M on a hill overlooking Pachuca. The riding reminded me a lot of Canada on this section.  The last 2-3 km was especially rad as we endurod down a ridge top on some flowing single track with cacti all over the place.  I managed to tag a Cacti with the back of my hand, ending up with 7 spikes sticking out of it.   It was a bit sketchy but I managed to pull one by one out while still making headway to the finishline. One of them broke off though and would require further attention from one of the race doctors later on but I figured that was a small price to pay for riding 300 km across the depths of rural Mexico!  The best stories were coming from the riders later on as apparently the sheep I hit earlier on got angry and started ramming the other riders as they went by.  Some of the riders came across the line with bruises on there thighs and some pretty wide eyes.

Like every day at the Race XCross Hidalgo the finish line atmosphere was great with music blarring, Mexican food been eating and on this day some local tequila/liquor being consumed to celebreate a successful 3 days of tough racing X Cross Hidalgo.  It’s races like these that really bring out the best in the mountain bike community.  Big days on the bike,  meeting new people, seeing new lands, adventures, challenges but most of all a chilled back atmosphere in which everyone seemed to be enjoying the simplicity of just being out there and riding there bikes.  I hear they change the course up every year as well which makes it that much more exciting to hopefully be able to return to defend the title next year.


Thanks Jorge, Bebeto, Veronica, Mariano and the rest of the crew at Teenek racing for making this a memorable trip to Mexico!

This Victory I have dedicated to Steve Stanko.  You left us too soon but you sure left your mark on this World.  You may be gone but your spirit will ride on with us forever!  







Dirty Kanza Round 2

The 200 mile Dirty Kanza gravel race in Emporia Kansas claims to be the World’s Premier Gravel event as 3000 participants race across some rolling farmland in the middle of America.  It was my 2nd year in a row down here and this year the course went North instead of south out of Emporia. The course was a big improvement as we snaked around the farmlands and grasslands of Kansas over a bunch of rolling hills and through some pretty gnarly terrain. X USA  mountain bike Olympian Jeremiah Bishop said it was comparable to the terrain they race down in South Africa at the Cape Epic each year, only they take mountain bikes for that one instead of skinny curly bar bikes!

My weekend started Thursday afternoon with a pit stop at Velo +, Kansas City’s local Kona dealer, to prep my Kona Libre gravel bike for the weekend and drop the supplies needed for the 2 feed zones at the DK. Walking into the shop fired me up for the weekend as Marco and his crew love bikes and it radiates through the atmosphere of the shop. These guys had volunteered to be my pit crew again for the weekend and it was a big reason why I was keen to give the DK another shot.  Last year I double flatted early in the race and ended up chasing mostly solo for 11 hours of the ride, eventually coming in 14th.  This year my goal was to avoid flats so I ran some bigger 700 x 45 C tires, they were a bit heavier then what most other riders were riding but with the rough terrain I figured it would be worth it.

Friday morning was spent relaxing with my buddy Ingvar and the Lauf crew from Iceland as they had generously taken me in for the weekend at there accommodation.  The afternoon was spent pre-riding a bit of the course, getting my new Libre to feel right as I was only able to get 1 ride on it before the race and registering down at the large Expo downtown.  After a big bowl of Quinoa it was off to bed early as race day would start with a 4am wakeup and 6 am departure!

The first 25 miles of the race started out pretty neutral as we all eased into the long day ahead but soon we hit a gauntlet of rough and rutted out roads.    Here the chaos began as riders started crashing and flatting all over the place.  There was a lot of sketchy riding going, especially from those riders sporting aero bars,  so I hopped on the wheel of Geoff Kabush as he had some smooth lines and generally finds a way to end up at the front of races. Unfortunately he soon flatted the road looking tire he was running, so I followed another guy, who crashed hard into a mud puddle, and then another guy bounced off me as he went down in a rut.  Eventually we hit some smoother gravel roads again with the lead group having gone from around 500 to 50 riders.  From here we hit some rolling hills and by the time we rolled into the first  feed zone at kilometer 100 we were down to just 17 riders in the lead group.  My pit crew was awesome with Marco from Velo Plus and Jordan from Kona getting me in and out of there in 30 seconds, just in time to catch back onto the group as it was charging and no one was waiting around. 

On deck next was 130 km to the 2nd feed zone through a series of short steep climbs and some pretty bad roads. It had rained a pile this spring causing a lot of sharp rocks to be exposed and some big ruts out there.  The biggest challenge though was the competition as it was way deeper then any year before with 5-6 World Pro tour Roadies leading the charge.   Our lead group had four of these guys in it, last years # 1 &2 from the race, 2 x USA Marathon champ Payson Macelveen, eventual winner Colin Strickland a few other guys.  I certainly wasn’t one of the bigger fish in this group but I was feeling good and the Kona Libre was rolling along great. 

 Around kilometer 160 the lead group had dwindled to 10 riders and the pace seemed to be slowing down a bit after a few peppery surges from the World Tour guys. On one of the longer climbs, Colin Strickland upped the tempo with just myself and another rider following.  Cresting the top I saw we had a decent gap, rolled around Colin, and told him “let’s go”.  He looked back at the chase group and responded that he didn’t like the split, and sat up to wait for them.  I did the same and we continued on.  5 miles later Colin would go off the front again, this time no one followed.  We all looked at the World tour guys to take up the chase but nothing was happening so I went to the front and started pulling through with 4 or 5 other guys.  Soon Colins gap had grown to 20-30 seconds and finally the rest of the group started to respond as we started a decent paceline.  Sitting 2nd wheel rolling on a smoother section of road my front tire randomly sprung a leak.   It was a  quick fix quickly sealing it and Co2’ing back up, but then it went again, this 2nd stop was the killer as the lead group was rolling hard now chasing Colin and I didn’t have the legs to close a 30 second gap on that much firepower.  Settling into a diesel mode I was still in good shape for a solid result as I knew a bunch of the guys ahead would eventually blow up and have mechanicals themselves and that I could move up a few spots from my current position of 9th.

A few miles later the rear tire sprung a leak, plugging and Co’2ing it, I was back rolling again soon but it would give out a few miles later requiring another plug.  This plug would also eventually fail, and with just 1 C02 left it was time to put a tube in which is never a good thing.  From here the day unfolded into a total meltdown as the lock ring nut on the valve stem was pretty much welded on.  In 15 years of racing I’ve never failed in removing a lock ring nut.  I have some tough fingers from tree planting so many years, but they were no match!  I used rocks and my multi tool to try and loosen it but there was no way.  I have no idea why that thing would be on there so tight but given it was a new bike it was something I hadn’t even considered to check.  Thus I hopped back on my bike and started riding the rim.  It was shocking how few riders passed me as apparently our lead group had destroyed the rest of the field pretty good!  

The problem was that I was in no mans land with no farm houses or anything around except wide open fields of grass.  Out of water, biking along at 12 km/hr, I figured it would be at least 2 hours to the next feed zone which wasn’t going to end well as it was a pretty damn hot day to not be riding with water.  Eventually I rolled by a farmers house with Grandma working on her yard outside.  I asked for some pliers and she went inside to search.  She came back with a couple cold bottles of water which were like gold to me, but no pliers.  She said she would keep searching and if she found them she would come find me on the road.  

So I kept biking along on the rim, with water now so I was a bit happier but also getting a little concerned for my wheel as I wasn’t sure how tough they made road wheels these days. About 10 minutes later I heard someone honking behind me as grandma came tearing down the road waving around a pair of pliers from her window.  Hell yah! I was stoked, the pliers easily removed the lock ring nut, grandma took off, I put in a tube and then went to inflate it only to have my co’2 head blow it’s o ring and fire the co2 gas everywhere but into my tire.  Having gone through 3 Co2’s I was now out and now either had to wait for someone to come along with a co2 or pump, or remove the tube so I wouldn’t destroy it and then keep riding the rim.  With 800 or so racers behind me still I figured someone would come by soon so started walking with my bike.  This got old really quick as carbon bike shoes aren’t good for walking on gravel roads, so I opted to lay down under a shady tree and catch some zzz’s until someone came bye.  I figured restoring some energy with a nap would be better then wasting energy walking 5 km an hour towards the finish line which was still 120 + km away!  After a short little nap I heard someone finally roll bye and luckily it was my buddy Jeremiah Bishop from the Canyon team.  He was also having flat tire issues and was out of co2’s but he gave me his head, which got me a little closer to air in my tires.  A few minutes later another rider came bye with a co2 and I was finally back in business!

Stoke to be ripping along with air in my tires again I set two riders in sight and started chasing them down.  Unfortunately this was a bad move as they road off course and eventually hit a dead end and then asked me which way to go.  Arggh, looking down at the GPS I rerouted a path back on course, cursed a couple times then continued on my ride.  I eventually rolled into feedzone 2 a while later where my amazing support team was anxiously waiting.  The support I had from Velo + KC, and Jordan from Kona was probably the best support in the whole race. I felt like I had let them down but hopefully I will get another chance to redeem myself in a future Dirty Kanza as these guys deserve to have a winning rider. 

 Fully loaded with tubes, co2’s, clifbars and water it was back on course to roll in the final 100 km to the finish in downtown Emporia.  It was a bummer to be out of contention after having such a good start to the race but sometimes it’s just not your day.  The plan now was to set a steady tempo to the finish and get some good training in the legs for the races yet to come this year.  It was pretty fun passing some riders I knew, having quick visits with them then continuing on.  Eventually I caught back up to Bishop and we road most the way to the finish together which was great to have some good company.   

The best part of the day was rolling across the finish in 12 + hours and then spending the next couple hours cheering other riders on and hanging out with my support team and some other riders which I only get to see a couple times a year at different races around the World.  The atmosphere at the Dirty Kanza is 2nd to none as there are riders from all different walks of life just out there crushing it, destroying themselves and coming across the finish line with huge grins of accomplishments on there faces. It was awesome to see some of the amatuers roll across the line after some pretty epic days out on the American prairies and to see so much satisfaction in themselves for pushing through what was surely some epic adventures for many of them.  It’s races like these that keep me inspired to keep racing and I hope to get another chance to redeem myself at this race as it is now up on me 2-0.  3rd time is usually a charm so I figure this race is worth at least one more shot!

 Huge thanks to Marco, Glen, Dean and James from Velo + KC and Jordan from Kona for the great support around the race weekend.  The Kona Libre I road is a bike that can win this race one day, and with the support I had, and the strong legs, all the pieces were there to have a big result.  That will have to wait, but for now my head is full of good memories and there are no regrets as all you can do is go out there and give it your best shot with whatever you have and then let the cards lie from there.   

I would also like to shout out to Dylan for lending me his Garmin to keep me (mostly) on course this weekend and the Lauf team from Iceland for taking me into there team accommodation and treating me like one of them.  It was a killer weekend all round and I’ll be looking forward to returning to Kansas soon!


For now it’s off to Mexico for a couple weeks of altitude training and a 3 day race called the Race X-Cross Hidalgo. 


Over and out!       


Trans Costa Rica

Trans Costa Rica is a 4 day UCI S2 stage race in its 3rd edition which includes 3 marathon stages and a time trial up a Volcano. Costa Rica is a mountain bikers paradise with its mountainous terrain, tropical climate and very friendly and enthused mountain bike culture. This World Class event is the perfect showcase of what this heavenly country has to offer as the organizers have found a way to bring the emotion of riding a bike through a beautiful setting, combined with one of the highest levels of competition seen anywhere in a North or South American bike race. 

I’ve raced down here on numerous occasions, taking on both the legendary La Ruta de Conquistadors mountain bike race and the UCI 2.2 Vuelta de Costa Rica 12 day road stage race, 3 times each.  It’s one of my favourite countries to pedal a bike in as the cycling culture is huge with only soccer eclipsing it.  It’s also one of the more challenging countries to ride in with some insanely steep climbs, a hot climate, and the potential for epic mud days if it rains and also a very high level of local competition.  I knew it was going to be a humbling experience  with the all-star lineup of riders the organization had lined up for this pure climbers race. But I like the challenges and love Costa Rica, so put my name in the hat!  In the past Costa Rica has had some big problems with doping but this was the first trip down here that I felt I was competing against a clean field as the culture seems to be changing.

Joining 8 other pro riders at a private hotel the organizers had arranged for us was the perfect prep for the race. We showed up a week before the race which gave us a chance to properly acclimatize and get in some training beforehand.  The highlight of the week was travelling with the 7c cycling Team down to the town of Puerto Viejo on the Caribbean coast to participate in a round of their national Marathon series.  The race was like the Paris Roubaix of Costa Rica as we raced on some rough gravel roads through a very hot and steamy tropical environment.  Most of us foreigners landed in the top 12 which was a great kick off to our trip although we were all pretty dehydrated and destroyed at the finish line.  It seems that 1 race effort is needed in these climates to properly acclimatize so we were all crossing our fingers we’d be set for the Trans Costa Rica to come!

After a few days of rest the big show, the Trans Costa Rica, kicked off on Thursday, May 9th, with a 70 km Marathon stage on the slopes of Poas Volcano.  Close to 200 riders tackled this challenging course with some of the best climbers in the World present from Columbia, Italy, Germany, Brazil, Switzerland, Norway, Guatemala, all the top Costa Ricans, and myself, not one of the World’s greatest climbers, but the current World Solo 24 HR champion.   I knew I was in over my head so decided to set a diesel pace from the start.  The first climb was around 20% gradient and the crazy mountain goats  sprinted up it like their lives depended on it. I set my watts at 450, and soon found myself in about 50th position.  It was shocking how crazy everyone was going but then the firework show started as riders started detonating themselves one by one.  I was confused why so many of these guys decided to blow themselves up 5 km into a 70 km stage with over 2500 m of climbing but it was amusing to watch and good for me!

Poas Volcano is a training playground for many of the local Costa Rican riders as it has numerous paved roads navigating over its slopes, offering some great climbing practice as the elevation changes from 900 M to 2600 at the top.  I have trained a lot on the Volcano myself but nothing compared to the course we were riding on this day as the organizers had us racing through coffee plantations, down slippery single tracks up crazy steep dirt roads and down some rowdy washed out descents through the jungle foliage.  Between the epic climbs and rough descents we would break out into some openings with gorgeous views of the Central valley, 1000 meters below as well as both Volcano Poas and Barva staring straight down on us.  

The racing was tough as there was nowhere to rest, but also very engaging as the field was super deep, which meant you were always battling with another rider.  Having started out slow I had the joy of catching riders one by one.  Some of these riders really didn’t like getting passed and would ride out of there comfort zones to try and battle me as long as they could, often sprinting ahead only to blow up again.  In a race with so much tough climbing it was important to pace oneself as once you blow up in this type of environment there is no coming back!

Crossing the finish line in a sprint for 8th with local star Paolo Montoya was a great cap to day 1 of the Trans Costa Rica.  My goal coming into the race was a top 15 so I was stoked to be top 10 but also realized that I had set the bar pretty high as a few of the other top riders had troubles this day.  The finish line was at the Doka Coffee plantation which provided a great smelling and relaxing atmosphere on the slopes of Poas.  Everything about the race was super pro which I think impressed a lot of the riders as often you only get this sort of treatment at races like the Cape Epic or some of the top end stage races in Europe. 

Stage 2 was a 14 km time trial up the slopes of Volcano Barva with riders leaving every 30 seconds, except for the top 10 which had 1 minute gaps.  I usually don’t ride by a wattage meter but figured I’d give it a go this day.  The legs felt amazing and the watts were reading 450 which was crazy high but I figured I’d ride this high tempo as long as I could sustain.  Pretty soon, 1 rider passed me, then another, and I then I began wondering how this was possible.  If I was pushing 450 watts they must’ve been doing over 500!  As a 3rd rider nearly passed me I finally quit looking at the power meter and started going by feel again, now the meter was reading 500 + watts, way over my level, but now I started to suffer and felt like I was racing again.  Apparently the power meter was malfunctioning, so I turned it off and then and rode a normal race to the top of the Volcano.  It was a tough go with some insanely steeps pitches, roads that you just hoped you could get up, let alone race them.   The last few km of the race we rode into a thick rainy cloud, got drenched, hit the finish line, then turned around to b-line it back to the hotel before we froze up to badly.  Half way home our group of 3 hid out for 20 minutes as a proper Costa Rican monsoon moved in turning the roads into rivers.  It’s amazing how quickly the climates turn down here but thankfully it is generally a warm wet, so there is nothing to really worry about.  It seemed I’d end up drenched everyday down here, if not from a rainstorm then from just sweating my butt off in the warm humidity!


Stage 3 was the Queens stage as it took in 72 km and nearly 3000 M of climbing in the surrounding mountains of Costa Rica’s Central Valley.  The start was at 6am as they were afraid the heat would be an issue this day with the course dropping down to near sea level.  Instead, another rain storm moved in and we started the race wet and slightly chilled as we tackled the insane climb up to Rancho Macho.  This climb is legendary as the road points straight up into the sky with some pitches over 30% and even our mountain bike tires would spin out on the wet pavement if we weren’t careful.  It’s one of the Worlds wonders as to how they ever paved this thing in the first place!  Again the idea wasn’t to really race up these pitches but to rather just get up them. We would ride straight up as far as we could and then would need to start doing the paper boy move (switch-backing back and forth across the road) to get up there without going to deep into the red zone.  After this rude awakening to the day we hit the top of the climb and were soon sliding our ways back down the mountain on a muddy and rutted out double track.  In some places it was so steep all you could do was manage your sliding speed, bouncing in and out of ruts and holding on for dear life.

There we numerous crashes, but the farther we went down the easier it was to slow down as our bikes became engulfed in mud making it difficult for the wheels to rotate.  Crossing a river at the bottom looked more like a bike wash station as 6 of us stood there giving our bikes a bath so they could somewhat function on the next climb.    The day turned into a a proper Costa Rican back-country adventure as we pushed our bikes up some steep climbs and then surfed them back down the slimy descents.  Toss in some more Costa Rican ramps of 30% + gradients and it turned into a real trudge to the finish line in El Rodeo.  With a stage time of 4 hours to come in the top 20, it wasn’t the longest day on the bike, but every kilometer in these environments you had to work for with little time to rest!  The biggest challenge outside of the mud were the humid conditions which had us white guys sweating like fountains.  I was lucky to have support from my friends, Ronald Jimenez, and Henry Perez as well as the 7C Cycling team, which meant I had bottles waiting every 10-15 km of the race.  It was one of the first times I’ve never been dehydrated in a race down here as I would go through a bottle every half hour of the race. 

Being early in the year and trying to build up for the World Solo 24HR , I decided to ride to and from each stage of the race.  It was a great way to warm up and cool down for each stage with pit stops at Sip for frozen smoothie bowls being the highlight of the day as we tried to keep the energy levels topped up and our core temperatures in check!

One of the battles of stage racing in foreign countries is trying to get the proper rest and diet in-between stages.  The diet in Costa Rica was not a problem with so many fresh fruits, veggies and a carb heavy diet readily available. The fresh papayas, pineapples and mangoes were the highlights!  Rest was also good for us at the Casa Primo but unfortunately my roommate had come down with a sickness so it was making for some rough nights.  After 2 near sleepless nights I made the call to change things up as 3 nights in a row of bad sleeps is when problems start to arise.  Luckily I have good buddies in Costa Rica and the Kona dealer, Paulo Valle came over later in the evening to take me to his house for a solid night’s sleep.  After 8 hours of rest I awoke with a new freshness, ate a bowl of oatmeal and papaya for breakfast, then threw on my pack to ride to the start.  It was a bit of a maze of a 15 km ride but I managed to get there just in time to hit the start line with the 400 other riders for the final stage of the Trans Costa Rica.  

With the 2 race helicopters hovering overhead we took off on a faster rolling course with just under 2000 meters of climbing over the 72 km stage.  Rolling out in such a big group is always sketchy as a lot of riders from farther back will swarm the front jockeying for position as we pace ourselves behind the neutral role out car.  At one point a big ball of chicken wire got wound up in one guys back wheel, essentially ending his ride as his bike skidded to a stop at 35 km/hr. Thankfully we all stayed upright and soon the road pitched up to 20% allowing the race to start as the field blew into pieces.  After having a couple rougher days I was a bit hesitant to how the legs were going to go this day and opted to save energy and draft off the back of the lead 30 rider pack.  This idea was a poor one as we soon hit some single track and I would get stuck behind some pretty sketchy riders, losing over a 1 minute to the leaders.  From here it was into chase mode as I could see the race helicopter hovering over the lead group just over the next hill, but they were likely flying which makes it pretty damn hard to close any gaps at this level.  Ripping through a Mango orchard there were yellow mangos littered all over the course with their juicy insides flying everywhere.  What was a bit dangerous were the solid green mangoes still hanging from the trees which would bounce off our helmets like rocks. At one point a branch from a Mango tree hooked onto my helmet snapping my head back until it luckily breaking off before giving me any serious whiplash.  

This stage was a nice relief from the previous climbing fests as there were a few flat parts in the course as we raced through farmer’s fields, past coffee plantations and on a few sections of purpose built single track.  Zipping past riders 1 by 1 I soon found myself in the chase group with a bunch of Latin Americas top racers including Lico and Pauolo Montoya from Costa Rica, Guatemala’s National champ, Johnathon De Leon, and a previous Columbian National champ.  I had never been this far up in a Latin American race so it was rad to ride with these guys but soon I found the pace a bit slow, so increased the tempo on a climb with only Paulo managing to match it.  From here we worked well together picking off a few more riders and eventually found ourselves in 5th and 6th in the race.  With just 15 km to go, the battle was on for a top 5!  We hit a big climb together, I tried to ride him off my wheel but he was a bit stronger on the day and would instead drop me just before the top as we hit a huge crowd.   What we experienced next was out of this World. A huge crowd had assembled on top of the KOM making basically one big mosh pit as we chased each other through it.   There were smoke bombs going off, guys throttling chainsaws by our legs, people throwing ice water around and the pure utter chaos of people yelling and making noise however they could.  I was starting to crack but the energy uplifted my body into an extra 100 watts for a few minutes before cresting the climb and then realizing that I had just ridden way over my limits I was now going to pay for it.  

5 km from the line, Spanish rider Josep Betalu would fly by me but I managed to dig deep to hold onto him and eventually we sprinted for the line with myself grabbing 7th just ahead of him.  It was an epic finish as we rolled into a bull fighting stadium full of crowds, media, a big expo and lots of crazy Tico action.  It was the icing on the cake to what had been a World Class event racing in one of earth’s most amazing geographical areas.  The race is the result of a couple whose passion is cycling and who have put their hearts and souls into the event.  I have raced against one of the organizers Da,x Jaikel, many times and it’s these kinds of guys that have a deep love for cycling that know exactly how to put on a race and what the racers like.  His wife Adriana and he make an amazing team and it is going to be exciting to watch this race grow in the years to come! 

Post-race the adrenaline was still flying so after a couple hours relaxing with the other riders I hopped on the bike to ride back to San Jose.  The direct route was 45 km on the highway, but that would be sketchy so I took the scenic way on the winding roads further up the Volcano slopes.  The first part of the ride was great but after 50 km I started to crack and at the same time a huge thunderstorm moved in drenching me in seconds and turning the roads into rivers with crazy lightning flashing about.   I hid out with a couple local bikers for 45 minutes but soon had to step out and brave the storm as the sun goes down early in this part of the World and I had no lights.  The other problem was that my phone was now wet and unusable meaning I had lost my navigation back through the maze of roads to San Jose.  It was a bit of a guessing game but I would eventually roll back to the hotel 3.5 hrs after starting this cool down ride, drenched and famished but with a big grin on my face after what had been a pretty epic past 2 weeks of training and racing in Costa Rica!  Next years dates for the Trans Costa Rica are April 30, May 1-3! 


Huge thanks to Dax and Adriana for putting on this race and for inviting us down for an unforgettable experience.  Also to The 7 C Cycling team for welcoming us on board and treating us like royalty for 2 weeks. To Henry Perez and Mario for the feed zone support.  To my buddie Paulo Valle for the in country support and great rides between races and of course to my Costa Rican Family, Ronald & Angela, for the home away from home.  Also to Kona Bikes for the ongoing support and  for developing such a great hard tail bike (Kona Honzo) for any conditions!  Off to Canada to kick off the season there before continuing the build up to 24 HR Worlds in Brazil,  with the 200 mile Dirty Kanza followed up with 2 weeks of racing and training up at altitude in Mexico.

Over and Out!

Trans Costa Rica photo credits: Josue Fernandez