Sue's Views: on the ragged edge at La Ruta
Trek-VW SUPERSTAR Susan Haywood just wrapped up the overall victory at La Ruta in Costa Rica. She's got a crazy story to tell!! Check out the race website as well as Sue's blog.
I sat on the starting line on stage one of the La
Ruta de los Conquistadors mountainbike stage race. I
was nervous as hell. It was dark, about 5:30 in the
morning. The fireworks celebrating the 15th year of
the race were really spectacular, but they hardly put
me at ease. I worried about my fitness, did I train
enough? I was worried about the chaotic nature of
racing south of the border. Would I collide with a
moto or get bit by a dog? I was nervous about hurting
myself.Would I break my upper mandible like Jeremiah
did here last year?
But one of the biggest worries of the morning was the
bike. My sweet carbon 9.9 was MIA. My suitcase
showed up at the San Jose Airport, but the bike never
made it. The TACA airlines clerk said don't
worry...think positive! That actually made me feel
better and I was sure it would show up later that
night or the next day or at least before the racce.
I called Luis Fonseca, the marketing director, who
invited me down to La Ruta after we met at Trans
Rockies. The tone of his voice said it all, "oh know,
that's not good" He wasn't saying no problem like the
clerk. He mobilized and said I'll call the local Trek
dealer and get you a bike for the race.
Its good to have a Trek family all over the world! In
the morning I was taken over to Pazos bike shop owned
by Claudio Brenes. I guess they helped Jeremiah last
year when he was hurt. They didn't have a bike right
there for me, but they would bring it to Jaco Beach
that night. They got my info like size, stem size,
tires and pedals. Super, I was set.
So, at least I was going to be able to race. The guys
from the bike shop drove all the way to Jaco Beach to
deliver me a bike. They arrived at 11. The race
started in six hours. The bike was a beauty, but lost
in translation was my size. It was a small 9.9. It
seemed like a toy bike as I pedaled it around in the
hotel lobby. We were both a little disappointed. I
said to myself you have to learn spanish so these
awkward moments don't happen so often.
So as I sat on the start line with 550 other racers, I
felt the nerves of the unknown. What will this day
bring? Will my back seize up? Will the front wheel
come flying out? Are all the bolts tight? What does
15,000ft of climbing feel like?
The day was amazing and difficult. The bike was
great. It was a little small, mostly because of the
short stem. It was quite good on the climbs, but on
the downhills I was wanting my bike for sure. I
stopped once to raise the saddle, but thats it.
Whenever I was hurting I wondered if it was the bike ,
or just my november fitness. But, by the end of the
day I was in the leaders jersey of La Ruta! It was a
long day on someone else's saddle, but It was success.
I continued to call the airlines with no progress. I
won day two on the borrowed bike. I was getting used
to it. I always wanted a bike with a shorter top tube
so that was pretty cool. What wasn't so cool, was the
absurd amount of climbing on day two. Day one was
15,000ft of uphill and day two was 12,000. Someone
said that there were grades of up to 38% on pavement
that day. The hardest part was never knowing where
the summit was. The most soul crushing part was after
all that climbing, the downhill singletrack was a
slippery clay ditch that was hazardous to even walk.
There was a cliff to one side that some racers even
slipped off of. I was cussing the promoter, Roman,
for sure. But I couldn't be too mad having won the
stage and grown my race lead.
TACA was really starting to piss me off as well. They
were starting to act like it was my fault that my bike
wasn't with me. I implored the help of Hillary
Harrison's mom, Karen, and her friend, Pipa. Karen
said if anyone can get your bike back its Pipa. Pipa
called and explained who I was, how expensive my bike
is and how important it is that I get that bike back
to continue as the leader of La Ruta. Pipa convinced
them and I got my bike later that night. Apparently,
it had gone to Panama for several days.
So, day three I got to ride up the Irazu Volcano on my
own bike. I was putting a little pressure on myself
now. Would I be tons faster on my own bike. Well the
funny thing was, I couldn't get too comfortable on my
own saddle. Maybe the damage was already done. I
struggled up the volcano. It was only 9,000ft of
climbing today. But, on the downhill I was so happy.
Finally, La Ruta has a downhill. And I felt great on
my bike on the downhills. It was a burly downhill and
claimed a lot of victims, including JB last year.
Day four was brtually long. It was 120 Km and a lot
of pedaling over very rough roads and railroad tracks.
I was not very motivated to push it. I was in stage
race mode...protect the lead and thats it. Do the
minimum to win the overall. Thank god, I had Louise
to follow the whole day. I trusted her lines and her
experience on this last day. It was over 6 hours of
riding for a total of 23 hours in four days!
La Ruta was crazy hard, but such a thrilling and
challenging experience that I would recommend that
everyone give it a try. It is exactly the hurt so
good experience that mountainbike racers love!
It did take its toll on my body, though. I got a
quick stomach bug for about three days after I came
home and then I got a bad cold after that. Plus, my
bike is trashed. The hubs won't spin at all. The
white lithium grease is still packed in every part of
the drive train and the kerosene is eating away at
every surface it can.
But, La Ruta was an experience of a lifetime!






