Todd raced singlespeed, he beat me. He started just in front of us, I caught him twice, but he got me on the major singletrack climb and I never saw him again. I raced most of the race with three gears (large ring, mid ring, small ring), my rear cable pulled out of the derailleur, it happened slowly and I kept playing with tightening/loosening the cable, getting a certain rear gear to work for a little while, then finally figured my rear derailleur was damaged when I couldn't shift at all. I even laid the bike down and tried to figure it out, not till after the race was over did I finally yank on the cable and it came loose in my hand. Todd's first comment was " that was a 30 second fix!". duh. Oh well.
Nina Baum and Jen Wilson were there; it was cool hanging out with them after the race. Jen had a great race.
After the race I had Todd drive all over town so I could see my town. There was a big fire (~50,000 acres, 200 homes) in 2000. short version. At the time we were visiting family in Santa Fe and volunteered at a shelter set up in a Casino between Santa Fe and Los Alamos. I had not been back to Los Alamos since. It was pretty sad to see the burned areas; luckily the fire somehow missed the ski hill.
This picture is the house my Dad built, the one I grew up in. The White Rock Canyon is just behind. The Red Dot trail starts at "our" property line.