This race is kind of special, because it’s the only one in New England that I’ve done three times. In Charleston this was common, but since then I’ve moved a bunch of times and just didn’t have the roots required to be a regular anywhere. This lovely race is a confirmation that I am now a permanent Mainer.
My wife and I did this race last year, and it had some problems. In fact, I called it a mess. I wanted to try it again because it’s a newer race and the organizers seem to have been hit with a stroke of bad luck. I wanted to see what the next race would be like, and I wasn’t disappointed.
To put it mildly, this race was a mess. It started late because the police coverage wasn’t squared away, the course was problematic, and an error from the lead vehicle made a wrong turn that cut a mile from the route. I’ve never seen a race go this badly.