
Considering we look like brothers (I’m the good looking one on the left) and are both a little mischievous, Gary decided we should call our team, Twin Sin; I loved it! Now we just needed to figure out how to handle a 7-day stage race, I mean, how tough could it possibly be?
We talked to Andreas Hestler, former Olympian and stage-racing dynamo (also a drinking buddy) and he gave us some great training tips to get started. We officially kicked off training in the first week of January and never looked back. It was a hard six months with an average of 15 + training hours a week. Plus, the whole time it seemed to never stop raining. However, we were both a little scared of what we had signed up for and apparently fear is a great motivator; we stuck to our plans the entire time.
On a side note: This was a little easier for me, as I was able to take the summer off and my girlfriend lives 5 hours away, while Gary still had to work full time, is married and was expected to be home a little more than I am. I guess I’m just a better planner than him. HAHA

Shortly after we started our training, I talked to Pete Stace-Smith (The Man at Norco) and he hooked us up with some Norco Faze 1 XC frames. Craig at Race Face, Joel at Hayes/Sun Ringle, Naz at Marzocchi Canada and Steve at Promologic all came through huge with components, brakes, wheels, forks, and tires to get us rolling. With the quality of frame and parts they provided, in the four months prior to the race and the 7 days of the event, I did nothing but ride this bike hard and oil the chain. It was so versatile that no matter what we hit, from gravel road to the most technical DH, the bike just ate it up.
June 30th: Day 0
My VW bus was loaded down with week’s worth of support gear. We ferried over to Victoria to sign in, meet some other racers, try to eat a big meal, and hold our nerves down as much as possible.

I kept telling myself that since our only goal was to finish then it would be easy, just another 7 training rides like the last 6 months and it would all be over. But what was really going through my head was the reality of it all. Just because I was fit enough doesn’t mean I would finish. Training and racing are very different. I have just given up 6 months of my life to train for this challenge and finishing was important. I knew I wouldn’t be doing this again next year so I considered this my one chance to achieve this goal. Anything can go wrong in this sort of race, from a broken bike to an injury from a crash. Even a small blister can shut you down in a 7 day event, or you could just collapse half way through from exhaustion.
We were well prepared, but we hadn’t even started yet. Basically I was nervous, a little scared of failing and really just wanted to get started and see how it felt. Surprisingly enough I didn’t barf and did get some good sleep that night.
Stage 1: Sooke to Lake Cowichan 108km

A picture says a 1000 words, I’m thrashed!
We got in at 5:31, stretched, drank, snacked and debriefed. I thought we debrief about 10 minutes after each stage, but I was told later by my girlfriend that is was a minimum of an hour each day and that Gary and I were scattered. I guess it was more than our legs that were smoked.
Gary and I realised that the first day was faster and longer than anything we’ve done in training and that we had completely blew our plan of ‘feeling it out’. I was tired, more scared than I had been at the start, and seriously concerned that I would not recover and would blow up we continued at that pace.

Cowichan was a wicked place to stay. The food was good, my little orange bus had a great view of the lake and the sleep was fantastic.
Stage 2: Cowichan to Port Alberni 122km
The 2nd day we began with another controlled start, which I love as it saved warming up before the race. This stage promised about 400 m of climbing over the first 75km and then 750m in the next 5 km. For those of you with no calculator, that is 14% grade; it was a 5km wall of agony.
On the other side of the climb we were greeted by a long double track DH with water bars that could swallow a truck. I let a bit of tire pressure out and we started pinning it and having way too much fun. We passed a few teams, but down near the bottom I flatted in a water bar and lost the time we’d made up. Damn!
After the repair and the rest of the DH we grunted through the flat and climbs into Port Alberni. The last few km were sweet single track, but I was so wasted I couldn’t enjoy it.

The pace was the same as stage 1 and we rolled in just under 5:50…our second ever century on mountain bikes. Once again we went way too hard and I was even more beat up than the previous day. Gary seemed less concerned, but I know he was hurting too.
Port Alberni also had a great set up, the food was amazing and we were starting to make some great friends with a lot of other racers. Gary and I both got massages that night and felt a little less toasted because of it (Thanks Sylvie).
Stage 3: Port Alberni to Cumberland 86km

This one was mostly hike-a-bike, and I was feeling really good until just over halfway up. At that point I really started to feel it, but I knew the great single trackon the other side, so just concentrated on that and pushed on.. At one point Gary had to stop to do some yoga-stretches because his back hurt so bad from hiking.
We finally reached the top and started into a steep, twisty 15km gravel road descent that led right into the technical “Bucket of Blood” trail. Gary really seemed to be in pain by this point so I stepped up to do more of the work and coaching to help him through.
As much as Gary was hurting and called me some names, he still had a blast on that single track and was smiling by the finish. Team work for this kind of event is paramount, and there were more than a few occasions when we had to help and coach each other through tough spots.
We came in at 5:01 to a crowd of supporters and headed for food and showers right away. (Once again, the girls say this took an hour of debriefing, but let’s not split hairs.)

My Nephews showed up to cheer me in.
Stage 4: Earls Cove to Sechelt 59km
The morning of day 4 started for most the riders with two 4:30am ferry rides before anyone hits the saddle. Since Gary and I were supported and had my VW, we headed over the night before and enjoyed the hospitality of Mal and Kathy (Girlfriend’s parents) in Powell River and managed to sleep until 7:30 before we met up with the other racers at the 11am start.

This is what the rest of the racers were doing while Gary and I slept.
The course for this stage was an undulating mixture of double track, gravel road, and flowy single track with a really cool finish through the town of Sechelt.
This is where Gary kicked in and started pushing me. “James you have one more percent, just make it happen.” I pretty much wanted to kill him at this point but knew he was right. At this point in the race I realized that I could really punish my body and still recover in a day so figured, ‘what the hell lets push it and see what we can do’.

Some of the great single track on the Sunshine Coast
We raced through town towards the finish in a head-to-head battle with another team. It really made it seem much more like a race then a ‘let’s just finish’ type event. Day 4 took us 3:56 and we were now in 13th place overall. Can anyone else smell a top ten?…Oh Oh! At this point, I think our goal changed a bit!
Since Gary’s in-laws, Michael and Sally, live in Sechelt on the ocean, we decided to enjoy some luxury a second night in a row. We were treated to a barbeque and a couple beers. Chenoa and Lydia were now with us for the rest of the race. It was a nice break in the middle of the week and I think it relaxed us a bit…the hot tub didn’t hurt either.
Stage 5: Sechelt to Langdale 58km

Another massage from Sylvie and a huge meal of pasta and meat and we went straight to bed. Day 6 was going to be a monster and as good as I felt, I was not underestimating the difficulty of this stage.
Stage 6: Squamish to Whistler 72km
One last controlled start and then we started into 50 km of climbing. This section offered lots of great scenery, and some really cool single track before dropping us into Whistler where it got a lot harder. The last 22 km were either straight up or straight down. If you’ve been paying attention, you know that we love the straight down, but that straight up stuff sucked ass!
We managed to get in with a fast group at the start and by the time we hit the harder climbing sections we were still with them. The climbing was so technical that the strongest climbers hardly made up any time on us. Then we dropped into the DH. It was nasty, steep, rooty, rocky, twisty and included a drop or two along the way. We were exhausted, but had soooo much fun in this section.

This staged wrapped up with a 5 minute sprint to the end. Gary and I took turns pulling and finished Stage 6 in just under 5:16. As I was lying on the grass unable to get up, thinking that sprint at the end had almost killed me, I looked over and Gary was puking. For some strange reason it made me feel better that my team mate was hurting too and I wasn’t weighing him down. We were definitely hurting, but still in 10th place. We also managed to build a bigger gap between us and the 11th place team.
15 minutes after the day 6 finish, still looking a bit haggard, but can’t seem to let go of our bikes???
We had dinner at the Brew pub with the base camp crew and enjoyed a nice sleep in a condo.
Stage7: Whistler Loop 25km

The finish was amazing, or maybe I should say, finishing was amazing; I don’t think I can truly describe it. I’m sure that over time I will forget many of the painful details and some of the amazing sections of trail, and hopefully most of Gary’s jokes, but the feeling of finishing this race and accomplishing a goal that took 6 months of my life, and to share it with such a great friend…that will stick with me forever!
Thanks to all of you for making it happen
- James Durand -
PS: This race never would have happened if it weren’t for three things:
1. Gary suggesting it
2. The Girls support
3. My Dad looking after us for the first three days and keeping my bus running

It first started with a training trip to Spain to ride with my good friend Ruben who put me through the paces and worked my butt into the ground! Instead of learning the nasty tricks that I was hoping to learn, I was brought back to the basics - square one - bike handling for dummies, and was told to do the most repetitive, simple things on my bike over and over until I could do them blindfolded, backwards, and with my hands tied behind my back.

Training in Spain with Ruben
It was the best thing to happen to my riding. After Spain I was ready to take on any size double with a massively improved bunny hop!
Then I happened to check an old email account that hadn't been cleaned out for months, and who do I get an email from? Kevin Pennock, producer of Ride Guide asking me if I would apply for the position of the show's new host. I sent in my reel, got the job a week or so later, and was stoked.
What got me even more fired up is when Norco called and asked if I would like to be part of the Factory Team in addition to sponsoring the show.

Posing with Norco Factory teammate, Mislav Mironovic
Ummmm. . .to convey the full extent of my excitement I think I've got to go back a few years to tell you exactly how exciting of a deal this was for me. When I started downhill racing I was graciously picked up as a grassroots rider for Norco. I was 19 and would hang out with the Factory Team crew at races and thought that they were the luckiest people on the planet! They had all the support that I could ever dream of and were the objects of my idolization as long as I rode a Norco. I knew that someday I wanted to be in their shoes, but when that day came it just seemed surreal.
For the long version of my year in blog form, check out the Ride Guide website (they have my stories from each country we traveled to with the show), but in short I got to ride and visit Austria, Switzerland, France, Norway, Utah, and Israel with the show this summer while documenting the whole thing on video.

Camera-Master Cory
Suddenly doing massive ziplines through the alps, urban train shuttles in Oslo, doing a dirt jump demo at the Dead Sea, and street riding in Jerusalem were the norm for me this summer!!

Riding in Isreal
In addition to filming the show I had some GREAT times doing photo shoots and media tour stuff with my awesome friends at Oakley in LA, Montreal, and Toronto, and then doing more riding photo shoots in Hawaii, Whistler, Vancouver Island...and Spain for a second time.

Shooting in Hawaii with Oakley
The debauchery that went on during Crankworx, VPS-Fest and Interbike will be hard to top for 2008...but I'm sure I can step up to the plate.

Norco's '08 product launch at Crankworx
After all, the folks at Norco have been giving me lessons in 'How to Party and Ride Extremely Hard the Next Day 101'.
After my whirlwind year that still seems like a dream, my past month at home has felt really good. I've been soaking in just how incredible this ride has been, making plans for the next one, and making good friends with my kitchen because believe it or not, eating out all the time isn't as great as it seems!
If 2008 is anything like 2007 I am going to be one lucky and happy girl. Either way, the beauty of traveling (beyond the amazing experiences and stories) is that you appreciate home a lot more...so even if I stay in the country for more than 80 days next year I will be extremely happy because I can focus on my riding and checking off my trick list.
Thanks so much to everyone who has been responsible for making this year seem more fiction than real especially my sponsors: the Norco Factory Team, Oakley, Gravity, Dakine, and Etnies, and a huge thanks to all the filmers (especially Cory), managers, and photographers I worked with especially Harookz for working SOOOOOOO hard with me and teaching me how to put a shovel to the ground in a really productive way :)

Productive shovelling in Hawaii
Oh, and thanks to my family for putting up with me and collecting the magazine clippings along the way.
I wish all the best for everyone in the New Year - smooth jumps, tacky trails, no pinch flats, and empty skateparks. Can it get any better than that?
HAPPY 2008!!!
- Darcy Turenne -