What its all About

The Highway 1 drive from Santa Cruz to Lightfighter exit and into Fort Ord is one I’ve been doing for years and probably will continue to do until the end of my career as a bike racer. From day one my dad and I loaded up the ’94 Ford Aerostar mini van and cruised down in the early morning fog to the CCCX cross series. I would race and then a year or two later dad started racing in the afternoon as well. After my dad was done we’d jump back in the van and I usually fell asleep only to wake up as we pulled into the driveway back home. Eventually he and I hungout longer and longer on the course as we began to befriend the local racers. We’d find ourselves at the venue until the last race of the day was over.

Now I have raced everything from the local races to World Cups and almost everywhere in-between. Although this is true, something always brings me back to the races at home, the races where I cut my teeth and learned how to race a cross bike. The races where the Jacques-Maynes and the local Rock Lobster team would ruthlessly beat on me race after race. Now I know just about every course like the back of my hand and could pretty much drive down to race and back home blindfolded.

Note the only one with a medal.

Note the only one with a medal.

I think about all this and realize that races like yesterday are what cross is all about. Racing my local race that I’ve been doing since I was a chubby little 15 year old until now is rad. Showing up and hanging out with family and my two best friends is untouchable.

The "best friends" I mentioned above...

The "best friends" I mentioned above...

With the National Championships less than a week away its always nice to keep it local, race with homies, and remember where I came from before one of the biggest races of my career.

#clique

#clique

Tobin Ortenblad