This is how us, Freds race:

I sprinted for 78th place (out of 100 who finished) against a guy wearing white socks up to almost his knees, a mirror in the bar-end and sleeves jersey. He beat me by 0.1 seconds. After the race, I learned that he's a tri-athlete, who has varicose veins (hence the support stockings), and who doesn't give a sh*t about looking good among rodies.

Humbling at so many levels.