The field was stacked, no doubt the hardest field since Gloucester. It was cold too, miserably cold. So cold that the only thing I wanted to do was stand there a little longer with my jacket on, but without anyone to hand it off too at the start line I had to dump it early in the pile and stand there shivering wishing callup would go faster just so we could start.
I lined up 3rd row behind Wells thinking he would take me to the front, well, he forgot. 1/4 mile into the race I saw Wells rounding a corner in 3rd while I battled to stay inside the top 20. It didn't get much better as the usual second and third lap HANDS ARE NUMB set in and I struggled to hold onto the bars to brake and shift. Eventually the 4th lap HEY MY HANDS ARE THAWING OUT came around I managed to pick some groups off to move into low teens but that was all my sorry legs would muster and I pedalled around miserably for the next 5 laps wondering if my legs would ever open up and feel lighter than 500 pound chunks of cement. They didn't, but I did have enough to attack the last run up and hold off the group for 12th, definetly not the race I was hoping for but very very happy it was over.

After the race I drove 20 miles over to Newport, RI and stayed at a Motel 6 for $35.99
It was actually the nicest $36 room I have ever stayed and probably should have cost $60 but I was pumped at $36. Had a half way decent burrito downtown Newport and called it a night. It's a pretty cool city on the ocean with two huge bridges that were pretty crazy, I'm sure in the summer it's a happening place.
Maybe someday Cyclingnews or Velonews will take a picture of me so I have some race pictures to post, but until then, I'll just give Todd Wells the publicity I need. Ah, well, he did hop the barriers.
Peace, I'm wasted!
2 comments:
maybe if you podium, they'll take get a picture of you!
your link to Tom's isn't working...
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