I started slowly to make sure I hadn’t damaged things so badly that the bike couldn’t be ridden.
I could not find any room to get around or through the pack. I was aware of the break away but I also knew that these were dudes that had a pretty bad tt so was not going to chase nothing keeping Tim close to the yellow jersey occasionally reminding him not to work to hard. Not much climbing, and when there is climbing, it isn’t at a very steep pitch. Just as we were about to enter onto Greasewood from Speedway, I was third in our group and we were overtaking two riders from another group, when “BAM”! The rider could not turn and continued on, right into my path. Oh well, I was really most interested in getting a win today.
although I felt strong at the end, myself and Mike just were not in a position to get involved in a sprint. Yup, as much as I appreciate what El groupo is doing for these kids, their a real pain in the ass. 25 mph wind in our face for the sprint was a real bitch, and not being a sprinter I felt that I wanted to leave nothing on the road and I went for it hoping to lead out Tim. A huge thank to Liz and Doug for helping me get ready for my TT as I was a bit frantic getting caught behind tourist on my way to brown mountain aggress spot. Lelond for his professional water bottle handling skills and I gotta say that Giordana (excuse the spelling) was there with bottle in hand every time. I had to brake hard and was never able to regain the momentum to compete for the sprint lap. For most of the race I was in, or very close, to the front.
BUT, as I entered the turn, I realized I had a little too much speed going and made the rookie mistake of just touching my brakes.
I started to slide across the two lanes and thought I might hold it, but then my left shoe unclipped.
“Sometimes you’re the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.” Well, the Cat-3 was uneventful as well.
I think all 50 riders were together at the finish line, everyone getting the same time.On lap 2 Dougie and I attempted a couple of attacks right after the railroad tracks but both ultimately fizzled, and Tom Wallace correctly chose that moment to counter-attack, and we were both tired enough that we were unable to answer, so Tom ( Jack Dillon & Roy Quade who went with him) got a gap established, and then began working hard together to enlarge it.By the turn onto Helmet Pk Rd we were perhaps 1/2 km back and Doug began a valiant effort to close the gap, and did actually reduce it a bit.John Conahy was dropped along with Doug and me, and given his weight (about 200 lb), he had to be the one to close the gap on that downhill, high speed rip.He eventually did come to the front, but did only a token pull, and I knew at that point we were screwed.I have bad eyesight and had assumed the field required them, some Bike Haus guys said they were chasing ghosts and shut down the chase with a lap and a half to go.