So I haven’t posted one in a while. Not because I haven’t raced, but because any number of things have gotten in the way. I enjoy writing them, but at the same time – it doesn’t always work out.
Last night … the weather was threatening. I wasn’t even sure if it was going to happen. I had a new set of wheels that Naten had delivered, prep’d and hooked me up with. I was eager to try them out. I was excited to race, but the weather – it weighs heavily on me. In the long run, the temp rose back up to about 85 and at least that in humidity. It was MOIST!
A lesson in counting…
8 Lap Scratch
In this event, I typically wind the speed up because I hate slow scratch races. This one, I decided to be smart and play my hand in the field sprint. I’m still not 110% sure we didn’t ride a 7 lap scratch – but hey – we finished one lap after the bell! With – what I thought to be three laps to go, Wayne attacked over the top. Fighting everything in me to chase him, I let others do the work. Good idea! We come out of 4 and I see the lap counter say “2”. Sweet, I like where I am. I never looked at the lap counter again, it’s typically static for at least the distance of the home straight. As we pass the bell – it rings? Time to sprint? Okay… I got 4th in the sprint. I was pleased.
I used to utterly and completely hate this event. As of recent, I’ve had reasonable success. Not sure how or why, but I’m enjoying it. Last night was good. I started off like I do… rolling tempo. Letting a few “low hanging bits of fruit” get dropped off the back of the field. Being completely team-less, aggressive and a little outspoken, i’m also noticed. People do try to drop/pass me here and there. I enjoy the challenge. Wayne came through for 2 laps of solid pull. I was loving that, I got to take a break. I then had to go back to the front as the mustache men weren’t about to help me. I knew we had 4 people… but as Wayne was popped … they rang the bell. Mind you, I had just taken a 2 lap pull. I was at my redline and I tried to sprint – no gas. 3rd. Not bad!
I rode the maddy with a new partner. He’s been off the bike for a bit, it was our first time. We did OK, we were getting things together at the end. I think if it had been 40 laps, a few more exchanges, we would have pulled things together a bit. We missed 3rd by 2 points, won in the final sprint – so that was good. The last 10 laps were intense and left me REALLY smoked.
I didn’t hurl. That’s about all I can say. My game plan fell apart, I fell apart, it sucked. I finished in the field. Sometimes that is all you can hope for!
Thanks to Wayne for help in the M-n-O. Someday all my cylinders will fire on the same night. One more week of racing before a little break. Get in some riding, some good training and I’ll be back to finish off August and September. Maybe we can get a cool dry evening? NOT!