I NEVER have good luck at this race, ever. Saturday was no exception. The first lap consisted of much mayhem. Right off the line there was a pretty bad crash with a Bike Alley rider hitting the deck, hard. So that clogged things up for me and I was forced into chase mode.
click to enlarge
Trying to make up time through the back stragglers I went railing into the back-side sand pit and right into some rider who thought that stopping in the line was a good idea.
click to enlarge
After a couple of swears and a fist-full of front brake I was on my side in the sand pit with people smashing into me and a nicely scraped up shin. Wonderful. After that I was mentally done. Practically dead last, I rode 2 more laps before deciding to pull the plug and let the race go. I had officially retired from bike racing as I pulled out of the parking lot, but by the time i reached home it changed to just saving my legs for the next day. So I played with my kids and ate a giant plate of Pasta with shrimp and garlic butter sauce. Proper.
; "click to enlarge")
; "click to enlarge")
; "click to enlarge")
Show/Hide comment form
