Along with 51 & 101 lifetime. Short, tight crit course with a ferocious headwind. Results? The team put two into the top 7 in the first race, constantly attacking and controlling the front at all tiimes. Stiff legs meant that I did the domestique thing, getting in the way, grinning back when the chasers looked behind them to see who was sitting on. Very cool to watch and participate in. I think I snuck into the top 20 or so in the final sprint.
And our Main Cat One Man crushed the numerically superior evil empire folks in the second, feeding on the morale support and some luck, good for him, bad for the two leaders who biffed on the last lap. And we got third too. Legs finally gave out with 5 to go, sitting around the top ten, couldn't get power no matter which button I pushed on the handlebars. Vacations, while most relaxing, don't do a lot to keep the legs in condition to hammer for two hours with the 1/2 studs. I am old, hear me whimper.
Winding down, one more race weekend (alrgiht, maybe two) then it's time to wax up the cross bike.
Phew. Long season, the good, bad and ugly. One big time win, bunch of top tens, 3 crashes, several abandons, more mechanicals then I've ever seen, and 2 upgrades.
Thoughts on the season:
- Team racing, done right, is a beautiful thing.
- Team racing, done poorly, is worse than racing alone, unless you've got multiple personalities that beeatch at each other.
- You are as old as you feel, and that can go from 18 to 92 in the same race day
- The best thing in racing is being in that break that makes it and you win. Especially if someone get's it on video in front of a crowd, on a 23% grade :
- The second best thing is getting yelled at for pulling too hard
- Primes are nature's way of telling us that wheelsucking is unrewarding
Bike racing is not a sport, it's a sickness that only fellow sufferers understand.