After watching Cary Miller pour a little bit of his RedBull out for his homies, I realized I had nerves before starting this local cx race. It was hot and dusty and the course was bumpy as hell.
My teammates Shannon and Kevin were 1st and 2nd in the overall ranking for this little race series and I was there to work for them. Figured I would attack and attack making the other riders do the chasing and leaving the race open for my teammates.
Well, one of the attacks stuck and I found myself off the front with Jason Sager.
Oh, I should also apologize to the masses for the first lap wipeout which saw me face down in the sand. I banged my ribs up pretty good. Not broken this time but, ouch. The white sex file treads may or may not have been the best choice for that course.
Jason and I were both hurting and cramping like crazy. We were off the front for 20-30 minutes and he gave me the sprint. Which was very polite of him.
Not a lot of glory in the win but, I still pumped my fist in the air.
And then I got all bandaged up like a stage racer and rode home with Pete.
We spent the evening chilling at Ryan Weavers house which was so damn nice. It was the perfect summer evening. Winning a race is always a good feeling and there were tons of friends new and old at the BBQ.
Thats all I got, now I am buried in taxes and paperwork. And emailing euro race promoters.