They were sketchy to say the least. We were all friends, rode together a lot. They used to do Thursday Night Sprints with me, he was my leadout man when we raced. We really knew each other well. So we and we rode in pretty tight formation going south. I remember a few times going sideways pretty hard. Since even a slight angle meant a vicious echelon (due to the high wind speeds) I'd usually be staggered in the safe direction off the next wheel. At times we were riding pretty much right next to each other.

I also had a pretty hard grip on the bars, much more so than normal. "Death grip" comes to mind.

When I was sprinting I remember wondering if the front wheel would take off sideways. I tried to keep my weight on the front of the bike. I basically jumped out of the saddle for only a couple downstrokes then sat down and spun.

I guess I'd do it again, with bigger gears, if I had a chance.

cdr