Malarrara Pro

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Malarrara Pro

Teutonia, Brazil

Teutonia is a small town in the Brazilian jungle, in the state of Rio Grande do Sul. Its biggest claim to fame is footwear. Several show companies, including Adidas, have factories in town. About 10 kilometers up the hill is Lagoa Da Harmonia, a small lake resort, where we stayed.

The course starts in front of a church and heads down through a few chicanes.

Thursday, October 23

I flew into Porto Alegre around noon. Porto Alegre is the closest airport to Teutonia, but is still about 2 hours away. The organizers sent someone to pick me up. My driver, who spoke no English, arrived a couple of hours later, and while we were packing his small car with my bags, I found out we were picking up three other people! Douglas showed up a bit later with our other passengers.

Somehow we managed to get five people and all of our gear. Everyone, except the driver had a bag on his lap.

About half way to Teutonia it started to rain. This wasn't a good sign, maybe is just a storm that will blow over. We pulled into the resort, and had to register immediately.

Each of the cabins slept six people in two bunk beds and a double bed. It looked liked we had just enough beds for everyone!

Friday, October 24

The resort is about 5 km from the race, and I needed to catch the bus to get there. So I made sure to get up early enough to get some breakfast

and catch the bus. The breakfast was included in lodging. It was fairly simple, bread and jams, some cereal and cakes, and some fresh, locally grown bananas.

While it wasn't rainy, it was very foggy.

We manage to hitch a ride back to the top. The car had to back up down the hill, and get a running start to make it up the road!

We took two practice runs, one at a time,

I tightened my trucks up quite a bit, I was actually a little worried about making it through the turn we were currently in.

After hour second run,

The excitement was pretty high, as we all got ready to run from the top for the first time. Then we were told that we would take a run from lower down the hill!

We had to make our way down the hill to just before the left turn.

From this spot the left turn could be taken without slowing down, but now you are hitting the top of the real drop at about 30 MPH!

We were quickly running out of time, but after going back to the top of the hill

I took off on my run, and wasn't sure how well my luge was going to handle in the corner, so slowed down too much. My luge was still not set up quite right, I still wobbled a bit down the hill. My next runs should be better. After the last luge run, I was whisked back to the top for my solo buttboard run. I tightened my trucks up, and took my only buttboard down the course. I think I was the first person to go down the course on my buttboard! I didn't have my GPS with me, but I am sure I hit 75 MPH maybe even 80! It was one of the most scariest thing I have ever done. And I felt alive! I couldn't wait to go again.

We were done for the day.

A few people headed back to the cabins to hang out, and some hung out at the bar.

Saturday, October 25

I woke up in the middle of the night to pouring rain. It didn't sound good. My alarm woke me up, I turned it off and went back to sleep, I knew we weren't getting started any time soon. I woke up about an hour later, and decided to go get breakfast.

I passed the bus driver on the way over. He told me no racing today. The fog was worse than yesterday, and it was raining.

Things started to clear up about noon.

We got back to the resort to hang out for a while before dinner. There was a big party atmosphere after dinner. The forecast for tomorrow was unknown, but I think most of us knew we weren't going to race.

The party lasted well into the night, much later than it would if we were going to actual race in the morning.

Sunday, October 26

I got up late, but in time to grab a bite of breakfast. I got there just before they closed it down. The ground was wet, the clouds were low, and it was still raining. It didn't look like we would race. It wasn't so much as the road was wet, but the water that was cascading down the mountain.

After lunch we had our awards ceremony.

Buttboard:

McBride

Luge:

Araujo, Lemes, Saldaha

Standup:

Silva, Reimer, Alves

As soon as the ceremony was over, people started to pack up to head out.

Seems like half of the race were heading to Douglas's place to spend the night before heading out on Hill Hunters.

I was given a ride into Porto Alegre to catch my flight tomorrow. The race road was mostly dry, but the water had done some damage.

Towards the bottom of the hill we saw some hay bales about 50 feet out in the field, carried there by rushing water!

This was one of the strangest races I've been to. We had a total of four runs, I got five because I ran two classes. The entire race was run on a single run! Our first three runs start part of the way down the course. The run was one of the most terrifying things I've done. Most of the way down the course I keep thinking to myself, just what am I doing. When I get to the bottom I don't want to go again, and yet I can't wait to go again. I wasn't planning on attending the race in 2009, but now I think I have to go, because I didn't really get a chance to run. We were planning on doing runs with an official speed trap to try and set World Records (for Classic and Standup at least) but that didn't happen. I'll have to return next year.