An unremarkable rider of no great skill and even less speed, Agustin Goba has had a long amateur career in which he can boast of being lapped by the likes of Joe Murray, John Tomac, Cindy Whitehead and many other people who have actually been paid to race mountain bikes (unlike himself). Of his mediocre results over the years, Mr. Goba boasts "I'm slow, but I'm consistently slow."

His career highlights include appearances at the very first Leadville Trail 100 Mountain Bike Race and the very first 24 Hours of Moab. He raced in two more Leadville 100s, but has now retired, giving this statement: "Hey, I got my gold belt buckle; that means I don't have to do it any  more!" His team in the first 24 Hours of Moab placed third in the Sport Veteran men, despite Mr. Goba's boneheaded attempt to race a night lap with a failed headlight. He raced again in the second 24 Hours of Moab, about which the less said the better, although he reports in his defense: "Hey, you try racing in a blizzard when you keep running into trees because you can't see the trail because all you can see in the beam of your headlights is blowing snow! And did I mention my snapped derailleur cable? And my flat tire? And the fall that I thought had broken my ribs?" (It was this outburst that caused the organizers of the 24 Hours of Moab to institute the "No Whining" rule.)

We hope Mr. Goba has a more enjoyable third 24 Hours of Moab, which he has astutely decided to race only because he was invited to by four sexy women. It's true, he is not racing this year for the competition, the glory, the schwag, or the challenge. No, it's only for the opportunity to spend 24 hours getting sweaty and dirty with three hot chicks (not counting the fourth, who is also hot, but she is also his sister). Ah, yes, that is what bike racing is really all about! That, and the beer.