• Gary Moller

A Ferrari beat me at the UCI Masters Mountain Bike World Championships!


At least it was not a Trabant

I was overcome by a mix of joy and sheer exhaustion as I crossed the finish line to take second place in the world championships. Just 40 minutes ago, my prospects of winning anything were grim. I'll explain why and tell you how the race went, and explain why I was so delighted to win silver, although my goal for the past several years has always been a laser-focus on winning gold - not silver.

This is the proverbial 'fish that got away' story. Which means there is unfinished business.


Image: at attention while the Italian National Anthem plays

Although a silver medal at the UCI MTB Masters World Championships mean there is some unfinished business, I'm still a very 'Happy Chappy'. Okay, so what happened and how did the race unfold?


Image: I may not have won, but I sure felt like it!

With just ten minutes to go before the gun was to fire, we were herded into what looked like several sheep pens. These were designed to sort us into the right starting order. Alofa, my partner in life and Team Gary Moller Manager, was not happy, she was yelling and gesturing at me from across the barriers with just minutes left to go before the start of what was to be the most important race of my life, "you're supposed to be at the front - not the rear - what are you doing?"

In mountain biking, being at the rear of the riders for the start is as good as a death sentence. The starts for short-course mountain bike races are always frantic and desperate affairs, like a herd of cattle stampeding for the narrow canyon entrance. If you are not one of the first 4-5 riders to enter that first of many bottlenecks, the ensuing mayhem of crushing bikes and bodies at that squeeze-point pretty much guarantees that your chances of ever catching the leaders are bleak.

They're even bleaker when the race is going to be less than 40 minutes long - the most ridiculously shortest race in the history of mountain biking (the standard length of time for this style of racing is around 1 hr 20-40 min). Less than forty minutes was going to be the winning time today.

If the race was to have been three or four laps instead of a measly two, a more conservative start and careful pacing can be a winning strategy; but two laps pretty much dictates that the first few riders to make it into the single track are going to be the winners.

During these 'Olympic-style' races, there is only a finite amount of energy available to each rider. Any energy that is wasted can not be replenished during the race. There is simply no time. At this level of competition, the difference between the winning and losing can be as little as a heartbeat per minute. Getting a clean start is the most crucial way to make the best use of that precious energy of the next hour or so of competition.

Years of details planning, hard physical preparation and thousands of dollars had gone into getting to this point of representing New Zealand at the UCI World Championships. The planning had been meticulous with nothing left to chance. I had learned my lesson from our previous unsuccessful attempt at the UCI Worlds in Norway three years ago:

Leave nothing to chance!

Getting on the grid

I am the undefeated 60 + mountainbiker in New Zealand and Australia and have been for the last four years, I hold the age group records for every race contested and am the current World Masters Games MTB 60+ champion.

This, information was submitted to the UCI, along with supporting documentation from Cycling New Zealand, so as to get that essential placement at the front of the field. In accordance with the UCI rules, I should be on the front grid. So how come I was placed at the back of the field as an unseeded rider?

The best of planning had become lost in translation. Kind of.

It came down to three things:

  1. The actual administration for this huge and complex multi-day, multi-race event was being done by just a handful of people who looked over-stretched when we went down to the race HQ to collect our registration. Mistakes happen when people are being overworked.

  2. The UCI staff communicate mostly in French, Spanish and Italian. English is a less familiar language. My emails, and those of Cycling New Zealand could easily have been misunderstood or simply overlooked. When busy people don't understand something, they naturally say, "Yes, all is in hand".

  3. Coming from New Zealand, the people who I was dealing with from afar would not have known me from a bar of soap. If our emails were not properly interpreted, then I was just another rider, not the NZ or World Masters champion who was eligible for a favourable grid placing.

All was well when we went to complete our registration, other than the fact I had been entered in the downhill race and not the cross-country. This was quickly corrected, but not quite! When we got back to our apartment Alofa noticed that our pit crew tag had a number '70' on it! It turned out that the flustered person on the Help Desk had entered me in the 70+ race! Not a problem - this error was quickly corrected the following day.

Inadvertently hitting the reset button

What nobody realised was my new registration and new race numbers that were issued when correcting these simple errors presumably wiped some of my data, including my seeding!

Worse still, unseeded riders were to be placed on the start line according to their race number which corresponds with their date of registration - I was now on record as the last to have registered, which corresponds with being placed at the rear of the field.

So, that's how I ended up at the rear of the field with 20 or more very fit and aggressive cyclists in front, all of whom were there for one reason: TO WIN!

When it dawned on me what was happening with the start lineup, there were just minutes to go, so there was no point in arguing with the Spanish-speaking officials. I had to just grin and bear it and focus on having a good start and force my way through what would be a hostile moving blockade. Getting past that blockage before entering the narrow single track was going to be quite a challenge.

Competing successfully is always a case of making the most of the hand you have been dealt

I got a good start, but was boxed in from the very beginning, so putting down the power was not on - it was a case of avoiding clashing with other the riders as we left the broad asphalt to squeeze into a narrow gravel road that swept down and to the left,then into a long and difficult climb up a steep, grassy slope. All in the rarified air of high altitude. I was touching the brakes from the very beginning while the riders out front were powering away. Not good!

Once we hit the grass slope, I was pleasantly surprised with how easily I glided past all but several riders before entering the first single track that leads into the treacherous rock garden.

What my race tactics were meant to be

I'll let you in on a secret here: during our two weeks of training on the course, not one rider from any age group passed me in the rock garden, or down any of the steep and rocky single tracks. According to my Strava records I was not the fastest down the steep bits, but I was not far off the best at all.

So, my original race strategy was to get in front at the earliest possible moment, then extend my lead by bombing the downhills and rocky bits, pace my way up the brutal uphills in the thin air before hitting the next downhill, and continue that strategy through to the finish line. In addition, I knew my stamina was as good as anyone else's. I had put in the huge miles and was tireless. If anybody wanted to challenge me on the hill climbs I was ready for them.

There was just one problem with this strategy - I had to be in front in order to execute it. You can't bomb a narrow, rocky downhill at high speed if there are slow riders in front of you, some walking! There are no passing lines down those narrow, rocky chutes.

So, here I was entering the rock garden for the first time and being held up by slower riders while the leaders were getting away from me! Talk about feeling frustrated!


Image: The first lap of the women's race which was as exciting as any race could be! This shot of them negotiating the treacherous 'Rock Garden' is an indication of the the mayhem you can get caught up in, if not in the lead. Normally, having practiced this 50 times, I can fly through this section.


Image: meanwhile, ahead of the chaos, the leader, a real 'Pro', has a clean and unimpeded run through the 'Rock Garden'!

Once out of the rock garden I managed to politely shove my way past a few more riders to find myself in 3rd position, just behind the very fit-looking Portuguese age group champion. I was delighted and feeling very encouraged. By that time, just five minutes into the race, I was soaked with sweat and gasping for air. Despite the scorching heat (mid-30's), my Portuguese opponent looked fresh as a daisy and had not a bead of sweat on him! But, as they say, "looks can be deceiving". He was hurting.


Image by Colin Henwood: Gary crossing the bridge for the last time. The bridge was actually one of the most challenging obstacles to master. There was a 'chicken route', but going the direct route amounted to a 10-20 meter gain.

We sprinted for the entry into what is the longest and most gnarly of the downhills. He just beat me to it. I would have normally smashed this downhill section, but had to drag on the brakes while my Portuguese opponent tentatively ambled his way down. I managed to pass him at the very end which gave me about 10 meters head start on what is the steepest and most brutal climb that lasts about two minutes. He caught me at the summit and it was again a desperate sprint for the next section of single track. He beat me to it yet again. Darn, darn, darn!


Image: Gary desperately looking for another chance to get past the Spanish champion

If it was a longer race, being held up in this way would not have been such a problem. I would have conserved my energy before picking the time to crush a tiring opponent. I am fit enough to go all day with this kind of game. But this race was different: there was absolutely no time to play with.

Three quarters of the way through the first lap I managed to get past him, but he sprinted me again into the drop-off that followed. He beat me to it again! He knew that the only way to hold his position was to block me on the downhills. This was the same thing that happened during the World Masters Games in April. The difference was that I had more time to play with - none this time.

It was at about this point that I reminded myself of sage advice from my Olympian sister Lorraine:

"If you are really hurting, those about you are probably hurting just as much, if not more"

Despite his fresh looks, it turned out that those sprints for the narrow chutes were hurting him more than me. I passed him yet again, as we entered the next section of wide track and this time he had no response, he was a broken man, and faded away to finish in fourth place.

So, I entered the single and final lap with the lead rider, Francesco Ferrari, just 50 meters ahead! The crowd were yelling and screaming. Meanwhile, my heart was trying to burst out of my chest and my lungs were flopping about in my mouth. Despite the weeks of acclimatisation to the heat and altitude, the sheer intensity of a forty minute race and a handicap start seemed to negate any benefits. I felt like a lone swimmer flailing about in stormy seas, surfacing every now and then for a desperate gasp of air! It was breathlessness that is best described as near-drowning.


Image by Colin Henwood: Gary hammering his unimpeded way through the 'Rock Garden' for the second and final time

Now with 'clear air', I bombed the rock garden. Mr Ferrari was looking over his shoulder now and then. He had good cause to worry. A win for him was not yet in the bag. He sure looked strong from where I was, but I was reeling him in on the downhills and the next section to come was the longest and most technical descent. This is where I had to catch him, if I was to have any chance of winning. Catch him, then hope that he was hurting as much as I, if not more. Who would break first? Who would make the first mistake?

I did.

Hopelessly out of breath, I entered the first off-camber hairpin corner of the downhill too fast and washed out. It was nothing at all, really, but the tubeless tyre partially rolled off the front wheel rim, air hissing out like a big burp!

It is hard to describe how I felt at this moment, but I suddenly felt more deflated than the tyre itself. A flat front tyre at the furthest distance away from the Technical Zone where my mechanic, Liam, was waiting with spare tubes and air means the race is over.

This was exactly what happened to me during my last world champs race in Norway three years ago. A flat tyre means a 'did not finish' on the results page! Horror! Doom! Humiliation. Go find a rock to crawl under. Some powerful emotions to deal with and a few words were uttered that will never be repeated.

Fortunately, by some miracle, the tyre reseated and sealed, but I now had a partially deflated front tyre. So, I took it quite easy for the rest of the descent, being careful not to further deflate the tyre, or to lose traction and crash.

For the 'Techy Types' among you, I first trained over the course with Maxxis Ardent Race Tyres on front and rear. I used these for about a week, going over and over sections of the course, including the infamous 'Rock Garden' which was claiming many riders through flat tyres and falls.

My trusty pressure monitor was busy. I worked out that around 20 PSI with a tubeless setup was perfect for the 'Rock Garden'. At altitude, this worked out to be about 14 PSI on my digital device.

After a week, I switched to Maxxis Ikons which are faster rolling than the Ardent Race tyres, but have less traction. These were perfect with no problems with traction. However, by Week Two the dry track was an ocean of fine dust, especially on the corners, and I was beginning to wash out a little on some of the hairpins. I switched to an Ardent Race on the front while keeping the Ikon on the rear.

I chose Maxxis tyres because I have found that these have the best combination of rolling efficiency, traction, and resistance to sidewall damage from scuffing against rocks.

The extra traction of Ardent Race made the difference in the washy conditions and this was the final choice for Race Day. It turned out to be the perfect setup because it rained heavily the evening before, leaving some very slippery spots on the course.


Image: Despite the partially deflated front tyre, on my way to the finish of what proved to be an extremely intense and exhausting competition

The strategy, from here on to the finish line, was to hold it all together and not give up 2nd place. There was always the possibility that Mr Ferrari might still blow, have a puncture, break a chain or fall over a cliff. Races like these are never over until they are over.

This is where having done lots of racing over the last few years really paid off. Frequent racing meant that I was able to keep calm when things went wrong and able to gather my composure within seconds, while quickly switching to 'Plan B'. Nobody can intimidate me nowadays and few things will cause fluster, let alone, panic.

The strategy worked and I finished a delightful second, just a little over half a minute behind the worthy winner, Francesco Ferrari, who took only 36 minutes to chop out the two laps. I shook his hand and congratulated him as soon as I had caught my breath and stopped seeing double.


Image by Colin Henwood: Gary crossing the line


Image by Colin Henwood: This says it all - I gave it everything

Gosh,that Italian was a tough guy. Coming second to him, after starting from the rear of the field, was a fabulous result. I was delighted.

Yes, I really was delighted. Over the moon. Second in the Masters World Champs, against the best age-group athletes in the World is nothing to sniff at! And just 40 minutes earlier, it was on the cards that I was completely out of the medals what with being at the rear of the field.

I really lived it up whooping, hollering and grinning from ear-to-ear during the medals ceremony (other than when standing still and stern during the playing of the Italian National Anthem). It was my five minutes of fame and I made the most of it, although I must admit that the women completely upstaged us all when it came to the champagne shower. Those Mediterranean women sure know how to pop a bottle of bubbly! Go the girls!


Image by Colin Henwood

By comparison, my attempt at spraying my worthy opponents was a pathetic fail. No matter how much we tried, nobody, not even the tough Italian Champ could get my cork to pop. I finally managed to pop that stubborn cork and squirt the Champ, but it was with a pathetic dribble. Is this an 'age thing'? Don't answer that!


Image by Colin Henwood: the Brit was stoic in defeat as per usual. The Italian and the Kiwi did not hold back on the celebrations.

So, what's next?

We had a great time and I'm delighted with the silver medal, after fearing we might be coming home with nothing at all, but I sure like the look of that winner's Rainbow Jersey and the colour of his medal.

After all that has been said and done during the long buildup to this race, I ended up 'walking the talk'. What a relief that was, because I really did put myself out there. Being silent would have been the safer strategy, but I had a point or two to prove.

Most of what we consider to be the decrements of ageing are, in fact, controllable conditions that are sometimes even reversible!

An enduring athlete is, first and foremost, a very healthy person!

There is a condition that I call the "Post-Olympics Blues". One of the most effective means of preventing the 'Blues' is to have some challenging goals to focus on immediately following the last one. For me, the goals are obvious: GOLD next year.

Maybe I'll target the UCI MTB Marathon Champs which are in the Italian Dolomite Mountains next year. It has been a very long way to come from New Zealand to do a race in less than 40 minutes and then go home. A four to six hour race would be better. Besides, could anything be sweeter than beating the Italian Ferrari on his home patch!

Be worried, Mate, because I still have more gas hiding in the tank and I know how to find it!

However, unlike the young Ferrari, I must move up to an older age group (65-70) at the end of this year. The rider who won that category this year was five minutes slower than me, so watch out folks - Gary Moller is getting faster - not slower with age!

The biggest barrier for New Zealanders winning these events is distance. Europeans can pop across the border for a weekend excursion, whereas we have to travel non-stop for at least two days, while dealing with jet lag, seasonal changes, high altitude and a whole lot more, including having just one bike for everything and hardly any spare parts. It is not easy to win under such circumstances. The is little or no change out of $20,000 per campaign. Whew!

In the meantime, we'll spend the rest of our time in Andorra soaking up the culture, the warm weather and exploring the stunning mountains - by bikes, of course - then we'll think about what to do once we are home.

Thank you to everyone, including our wonderful sponsors!

We would not be in Andorra right now if it was not for the generous sponsorship of the Goodmans Company. Thank you Rachel, Marianne, Lance, the entire Goodman family, and the team that makes up Goodmans. Thank you for encouraging me to do this, Rachel. A very good company and good people to deal with indeed!

Thank you, Dirt Merchants and Capital Cycles, for building and maintaining the best XC mountain bike in the world. It really was the best! Thank you.

Thank you, Marco and everyone else with the PNP Cycling Club of Wellington, and thank you for your donation. It is you all who got me into mountain biking and provided the events and the one-on-one competition that got me to this level of performance.

Thank you, Hughie Castle, and your hard-working and diligent team at Cycling New Zealand. You made what was shaping up to be a complex and frustrating exercise with international cycling bureaucracy a relatively smooth journey. Thank you.

Thank you, Martin Hills, of Single Track Safaris, for organising our internal travel and accommodation. Thank you and your people for taking the time off guiding to come and cheer me on during the race. Your services are recommended without hesitation.


Image: Gary with Martin Hills, owner of Single Track Safaris

Thank you, Hugo, master bike mechanic at 'Riders' bike shop in La Massana, for ensuring my bike was 100% on the day.


Image: Hugo fine-tuning my bike for Race Day

Thank you, Liam Crozier and Colin Henwood, for coming all the way to Andorra just to be here in support. And special thanks to you, Liam, for being my mechanic on race day.


Image by Colin Henwood: My pit crew team manager, Liam Crozier, focussing on his job

And thank you, all of our customers, patients, friends and competitors.

And not to be overlooked - all my dear Facebook Friends who are scattered far and wide around the globe!

Finally, none of this would have happened without the loving support of the love of my life, Alofa. Thank you, thank you Alofa! And, thank you again to my entire family!


Image: Alofa, La Massana, Andorra, 2017

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