Did the P/1 at Tulsa Tough Friday night. Very cool venue, fans surrounding the course, 2 Jumbotrons showing the best in reality TV (we put 130 of the fastest bike racers in the country on an 8 corner crit course in an NRC race and threw in a former TDF winner to see what would happen...), some up, some down; and old pushin 50 Ex just drinking it all in.
Hovered around the fast Texas crowd, figured they knew what they were doing, but found myself at the back end of the lineup as we staged. People were chuckin bikes over the rail just to get a spot up front.
Floyd gets his call up (ran into him a couple of times that weekend, once in the hotel laundromat where he was rolling in with a pillow case full of dirty clothes), they count down from five and it's "game on".
Miss my clip in and look back to see...empty.
The next 40 minutes were bailing out a 3 gallon a minute leak with a 4 gallon a minute bucket. Progress is slow indeed, mostly thanks to the fact that on that tight 8 corner course, we were sitting well above a 30 MPH average the entire time. Moving up a spot was a burnt match. That being said I did make very slow, steady progress up the field, getting past some very nice domestic pro kits in the process.
For the numbers geeks, the first 10 minutes were 336w ave and 349 NP.
Which fails to really impart the subtle nuance of of around 30 spikes over 600w during the 40 of the scheduled 70 minutes I was in there.
Yep, I bailed, even though I could see the front of the race and was hanging fine. I figured I would save some legs and make some money in the geezer races the next two days, fortysixtieth wasn't going to pay well. Or anything actually.
Quite the folly, my form finally augured into the tarmac hard enough to register on the Richter Scale. Saturday I wasn't good. Sunday I wasn't much of anything at all. 43 races since January including Gila. Maybe I should rest a bit?
But I don't regret jumping in with the big boyz. I may not have much time left to hang for a great seat in what was an ultra fast, and ultra smooth race. Going three abreast into one corner and I got a Jelly Belly and a Rock Racing on each shoulder. I mean come on, you think I can die happy now?