Last year I had planned on trying an open road race but when my Lapierre had to go in for warrantee work I decided to pass rather than try racing the Jamis.
So today I got up at zero dark thirty and drove down to Camp Pendleton and entered my first road race. They were predicting rain, and we got some, I hate rain. There is a pretty good climb about mile 12 and I hate climbs. There was a rolling start behind a pace car because of the weather and that grouped us up quite a bit, and I hate being grouped up. Ok maybe hate is a strong word.
But with all of those things I donít care for I had a great time. I might have been a bit too conservative on the first half of the race but I managed to let it out on the way back to the finish line and came in about the middle of the pack.
I think I might try this again. Just because we are over 50 doesnít we canít try something different.