Wow, what a bitch of a day! I didn’t think I felt good going into the race, and right away things were not going my way. I stayed near the front for only one lap and watched the main players ride away on the second lap. I bridged up to the pack before a break got away and attacked mercilessly as a last gasp effort to put the hurt on somebody, anybody?. This really shattered my chances in the race, and for the next several laps I enjoyed the humiliation of crossing the start/finish line alone. Eventually, two other dropped riders bridged up to me – below is a picture of me leading this sorry group through the start/finish going into the last lap. Notice my bulging eyeballs and screaming thighs!
On the last lap the other two smartly accepted our fate as we were getting lapped by the P.1.2 race, while I soloed ingloriously across the finish line – it was a feeling I will regrettably never forget!