Ok, so I did a 7 lap/42 mile circuit race back "home".
If you don't know me, you might not understand what a weird kind of racer (ok person) I am.
Do not assume I am some super-duper serious dork racer boi.
I am a cyclist that likes going fast and racing, but not at the expense of having a good time while doing it or in my non-cycling life.
That is why I will be able to laugh hysterically at these pictures now, and probably way more in the future.
(Photos by Daniel L. ThyNeighborsBike, CLICK for other pics)I think there is a serious picture somewhere, but it is probably hiding.
Ok now to the horrible, horrible details.
Started off nice and relaxed. The pace increased after about a mile, and the first attack soon after that. In small open category races, a early attack sometimes is simply to weed out people.
At the beginning of the second lap, two small groups tried a break, but were reeled in quick.
Towards the end of the second lap, a group of five went for it. I was in position to chase if I wanted, but I decided not to.
I figured it was way to early to hold a break till the end.
Well, I was wrong.
Those five apparently worked together very well. Two of the five were dropped from the break by the end of the 5th lap, but others ended in a sprint.
On the other hand, the peloton never worked together.
I tried talking to people, but it just didn't happen.
That was some serious strategy and cooperation fellas, nice work.
I figure, oh well, I'll go for good finish in the group.
On the last lap, the pace got hot on this nice curve. So nice, that I cramped up the hammies.
Both of them.
Now, I have cramped up crazy after a race, but never during. It was not cool.
Overall, good stuff. Good competition, and lessons learned.
more coal in the boiler...