So then I saw a rider from ___________ go down and take down about _______ riders and this ___________ came flying back at me and I went ___________ and injured my ________ and my ___________ and my _________, which I had also injured in _________.
A lot of horrible stuff occurred on Saturday, the most horrific probably being a boy's face being torn open by someone's chainring.
If you only had road rash, and it didn't approach the nature of John's hematoma (shown here), you'll find no sympathy here.
What's wrong with us? Are we really The Bike Wreck?
Possibly. This time, at least, we didn't cause the wrecks.
It's wrong to blame anyone for the disaster that was Ride Sally Ride except the riders. WWVC and the officials did fine. No big deal. I say this having sprinted for a (now worthless) 3rd place in the Cat 4 race. My teammate, Martin, worked hard for a 2nd place that now is meaningless.
Our efforts aren't meaningless because of the officials--they're meaningless because we (some of us, at least) rode like a pack of blind, drunken monkeys. That's the truth of it.
Points? Please. Surviving the thunderdome is its own reward.
CAT 4/5 35+
I did get my first win out of it, taking the 4/5 +35 race by half a wheel. My strategy: stay out of the wind, stay out of trouble and be patient. In the morning, the wind was blowing pretty strong on the finishing stretch, and I figured it'd be smart to stay tucked in as long as possible.
My strategy was jeopardized by a crash. I had to stop completely behind some wreckage and lost about half a lap; time trialling back to the pack wasn't too hard, but it did burn a couple of matches. Thankfully, it was still fairly early in the race.
With Grayson and Chas covering the breaks and initiating some of their own, I could sit in and recover. The pace was steady for a crit--I rarely pushed it over 500w coming out of corners, and averaged less than 250w for the race.
With three laps to go Grayson came by and shouted for me to get on his wheel. He pulled me to the front...all the way to the front. He was pulling 27 mph and I didn't think he could last 3 laps like this. "PULL OFF," I shouted. He eased up and we let about ten guys go by, then we swung back into the fold. Perfect.
With half a lap to go, he'd eased me up to about fifth position. At the corner, three guys took off, directly into the wind. I hopped on their wheels, sat there and watched them wilt in the wind, then jumped, and did the bike throw for the win.
Cool to get my first win.
I was glad to see some NCVC guys working together near the end. Granted it was only two of them, but they were about 1/4 of the field and should've dominated the race. Too often, they sit in the back when they should be dominating races. They've got some good riders at the CAT 4 level. Instead, I saw Sigberto and a couple of their stronger riders burning matches at the front, and the rest sitting in.
Contrast that with my own team's performance, where guys like Brian, Chas, Grayson, Corey, and Matt sacrificed their own chances by coming to the front and pulling and/or chasing down breaks.
That isn't to say that our organization always works. Our designated guy was Martin (aka, Da Trez, the Hiking Viking) but Da Trez just can't tolerate a moderate pace, and can't stand the idea of working for his own win. He was on the front for half the race, despite my pleading with him to sit in and let us work for him.
Maybe he knows best...after all, he got second place in the first race. I tried to give him a leadout in the second race, but I did a poor job of it and left him hanging. He'd been pulling at the front for half of both races, so he probably wasn't quite as spry as he could've been. Da Trez. Sigh.
One note: when the bell announced the surprise last lap, Ringer went to the front and chased at 30mph + to bring back a breakaway and move Da Trez up. That was about the ballsiest thing I saw all day, and a pretty damned impressive display of power. I'm looking for him to get some results soon.