Slacky Goes Tomac Styles

Our Father, which art in heaven,
Tomac be thy name;
thy hills go up;
thy hills go down,
in dirt, as it is in heaven.

For Tomac is the best of us, and it to him that we choose to follow. Not those of the skinny legged and those lacking in skill, but those who have worn the mighty Mu-llet, those who can crush the plebs with muscled thighs and mighty calves, those who skills can crush the roadie scum that likes to infiltrate our hallowed ranks of mighty Spartans.


Tomac is the man who I most aspire to be. A man who can conquer both XC and DH. For him I entered into both the XC and the DH at the national champs.

i had sneakily designed the XC course to suit me much better than the old Mt Vic course, but alas on race day i failed to bring my A game. Going off the start I knew it wasn't going to be my day, so I launched into a Tomac Attack and once we hit the Velodrome I was off. I've said it before and I'll say it again, on a MTB, the Velodrome is MINE!!!!. Of course once I was out, I knew it was all over so I just settled into a pace that I knew I could maintain, painfully, but maintain. Above all i wanted to finish. Out of the last 4 Mt Vic races I've done, I've only made it past the 1st lap on ONE race. I did pass Tiger once, he was sitting on the side of the track dry-humping a pine tree, I've given up questioning Tigers sexual orientation.

Essentially the rest of race was a blur, full of pain.
Tho the Bushlove cheer squad was super awesome, as was the large amount of spectators around the course, cheering us mighty Spartans on.

On the 3rd lap English Rob came past me, I caught him back up and HAMMERED past him as he took the nancy line opposite the croquet club, whilst I took the mans line, the fast line, the proper line. (naturally i let him past a bit later to give him some false hope for this weekend at poti) I also did the same thing to Jeff hardman Nottman, tho I managed to dig deep enuff to keep the filthy singlespeeder behind me.
Somewhere in there I smashed past Davo, but as thats not really an accomplishment so we won't bother talking about that.

I ended up 7th on the day, some 20 positions ahead of Davo or something.

That afternoon I went and did some practice at the DH. Ï needed all the practice I could get.

Once upon a time I was quite a handy downhiller. Even making it into Pro-Elite (tho I sucked really really badly that year, naturally only due to injury and lack of balls). However it had been quite some years since I had ridden downhill in anger, so I was a tad apprehensive.
I did however have a metric buttload of fun, it is so so different from XC racing. I don't think a lot of XC racers realise just how intense DH is. I like to equate DH racing at the top level to doing a 4 minute mile, at the same time as a boxing match, whilst doing a rubiks cube. This weekend however I was racing a 8 minute mile, shadow boxing and playing tic tac toe.
Afte the long hours at work this week, the hours spent taping the crouse and doing inspections, and the XC race, and the Dh practice, I was slightly off the ball. But, that being said, there was 80 odd other rider on the weekend that were faster than me. Sure I was 2nd in Masters 1 men and faster than the women, but the top 2 masters 2 men beat me (including Hendi......buggar). But DH is a whole other ball game these days, it's a vastly differnt beast to the DH that I used to be good at.

Still as a super hot chick told me, a 7th and 2nd got me a top 5 average, which is what I was after.

And I am STILL your Bushlove DH god