I recently stumbled upon this photo of me finishing third in a race in Galesburg, IL, waaaay back in 1985 or thereabouts. Talk about a blast from the past.
I had no idea I was finishing in the top three - I had long since lost contact with the lead group, which I swore was greater than 2 (at least one person ahead of me must have dropped out at some point). All I knew for sure, was that going into the first turn of the final lap, I was passed by the guy in the leather hairnet. So I took the opportunity to hop on his wheel and rest for that whole lap, only to take an inside line in the final turn to nip him at the finish.
It was the only moment of glory in my short-lived racing career, which began and ended in Citizen's Class, the precursor to what I believe is now called Cat 5.