As i stood at the start line of the chalk creek RR today, and was already dripping sweat before the race had even begun, i was longing for a nice, cool fall day of cyclocross. As the race progressed and it only got hotter, i dreamed of cool autumn temperatures, and the refreshing sting of snowflakes against my face. Mmmh! Cyclocross! I can't wait!
As for today's race. It's hard to get a break with 50 miles of rollers. A couple of us pushed it hard at the beginning and i think we were just about at the point of popping some people, but then we had to slow up and ride neutral for a small herd of cows a rancher was moving down the middle of the road. That pretty much neutralized the attacks and we rode as one big group for the rest of the race. I tried a few more attacks (as did a few other guys), but couldn't make anything stick, so we rode into the finish as one big group. I just knew i wanted to hit the final hard right before the last 1 km uphill ahead of the main group because i knew it would be ugly. It was for my teammate/cousin kevin. He got cutoff hard and went down.
I was at the head of the peloton coming down the last couple of clicks, somewhere i normally wouldn't have put myself, but i didn't mind knowing the corner was coming up. About 300 meters from the turn a few guys jumped and attacked, so i came around the corner in about 7th or 8th position, and pretty much held that for the last k up the hill, passing a few guys and getting passed by a few. I hoped to do better today, but at least i still have all the skin on my ass.