First race of the season. Here in Montana, that's how we roll. Ah, how I miss the NCNCA.
I raced the the "C"s at the Missoula training race, which is 4 laps of an 8 mile course. The C race was 4's (me) and 5s, and the B race was 3s and 4s. I guess I figured I didn't feel like maybe getting dropped if I was a little sluggish on the day. The course features 4 or 5 nasty lumps but no real hills. A majority of these little kickers were on the backside into a headwind.
I experienced something totally new in this race, and I still don't know how I feel about it. They had two guys in our race who rode along and dispensed advice/marshalled our race. It was very odd. One of them actually orchestrated a pace line at the front of the group. Worse, the other one was involved in a lead-out train at the end. Both of them pulled some peeps who were in danger of getting dropped back up to the pack.
With a little over a K to go, I saw a rise which I thought was the finish. I took off full gas only to discover it was not the finish. What kind of idiot doesn't know where the finish is after 3 laps? Also, When I took off I was sitting 4th wheel in the aforementioned train headed up by one of our minders. In other words, I was in perfect position and blew it. All in all, good workout.