Today was a tough day all around. A 4:30am wake up call followed by two ferry rides and two bus shuttles to the starting line of a race course consisting of a 68 km long course with 1800 metres of climbing, little shade and a hot sun.

Everyone getting rid to disembark the ferry.
Perhaps I spoke too soon yesterday as today proved to be the most punishing yet. On one hand I was stoked to be riding on the Sunshine Coast while on the other, another friend mentioned to me the night before that today was the day when he saw people crack. Well, there was definitely some cracking on Day 4 this time round too. Today saw broken frames, broken bones and some grueling terrain, making for one tough day. We were not without our own issues either…
First there was the pinch flat brought about by my choice on lines down a super fun, yet rocky, bit of double track. I boosted a rather large rock with the ensuing landing bottoming out both front and rear suspension, thereby putting adding pressure on my rear tire / tube and *POP*! The tube swap was reasonably quick this time round but a few folk passed us while we got my bike back up and running.

Did I mention it was hot??
At about kilometre 45 of the 68 km course Gabhan said to me “My stomach feels like ****”.
Unfortunately for us we had passed the final aid station at this point and had to tackle this issue ourselves. There was little we could do but ride out the last 15 km and get him to the medical tent promptly upon arrival. So I took the lead, Gabhan followed as best he could and we soldiered on.
Five kilometres down the trail, there was a “ticky, ticky, ticky” coming from the rear of my bike. After a few strong words I hopped off the bike to take a look. It took me a few seconds to figure out what had happened but it turned out that the small spring that held my brake pads together had broken, causing the pads to float around in the caliper. Useless. So, post head scratching, we decided to pull the back caliper off its mounts and zip tie it to the frame, out of the way. 10 kilometres to go, no back brake & one ill partner… sweet!
We made it. In one piece (sorta). Gabhan went to the medical tent and I went about stuffing my face with calories of various descriptions. Satisfied, I wandered over to check on my teammate, to discover him hooked up to an IV, getting rehydrated. Not good.

Gabhan getting doped up.
Today we’d like to thank the kind staff of the BCBR medical team for their good work, amazing attitudes and good spirits. It really made the whole ordeal much easier. We will see how Gabhan is feeling in the morning before deciding how to proceed but for now we are going to enjoy a night at my place with real beds, lots of pizza and the Duke lying at our feet.