Shelled like a cheap pistachio. I can't remember the last time I did a race that fast. Every time I looked down we were going 28-30 mph. 22-23 mph up the hill. Ouch. Couldn't recover. The scary part is that as I'm peeling off the back my team mate Bernie was off the front with a 12 man break, pulling those idiots around non-stop. I don't know how he finished in that race, but they should all just have ceded the win to him since he was absolutely dragging them around for 5 laps. That guy is amazing. In terms of sheer aerobic mojo he is one of the strongest 35+ guys in NY that I can think of. I am confident the breakaway stuck, they had a 45 second gap with two to go.