5am is earlier than optimal for leaving for a race. Warming up in darkness. Also cold.
Even though I nearly made it work, a mile out is too early to jump. The dynamics of that field were much different than a MABRA field. I took off at a spot where I expected a big swarm and reshuffle, but it didn't happen. I took one
look back and they were fully strung, several seconds back. I just didn't have that list bit of juice. The sprint was fully on when I got passed and the first dude past me won, so it was pretty close. But the
plan was to try and win, and that's what I tried.
So I get to chew on that one all winter.
4 comments:
So no upgrade?
I'll put in for it anyhow. What's up with you going unattached next year?
If you're referring to my blog entry, I was just sharing my thoughts of race plans for next year. Gotta leave the options open in case I get lucky and can be on the Harley (Even though they've foiled) development team!! But of course I'm riding for DVR/TBR. But hell, who wouldn't want to be a mercenary? That'd be badass, and I could get quite the collection of kits.
I was surprised to think you were bailing on the boys.
You should see some of the shite boats I've agreed to sail on just for the jacket/shirt/etc.
I mapped my attack from yesterday. Turns out it was from 1.5 miles out. Don't know whether to be psyched to almost hold it from there or pissed for being a dumbass.
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