(or, Why Exactly Do I Race Bs Again?)

Not much to report here. I mean, how interesting is it to read about pack fodder week after week? The race followed the usual script, mostly–break, break caught, break, break caught, break, break caught. At one point, the break swelled to roughly half the pack, at which point it became a split. I was caught on the wrong side of this. We moved to pull ourselves up, only to get mixed up in a few people who were shelled from the first group. Several laps passed before it was gruppo compacto again. With five laps to go, the UPMC blue train moved to the front and the pain commenced. I was poorly positioned, as usual, and spent a lap or two desperately hanging on the back. With one lap to go, I raised the white flag and sat up. This ended up being a poor decision, as the group slowed a bit on the back straight, and I probably would have at least been able to get position again. Such is life. John, however, had a good race, and managed a top five finish, our first result in the B race.

Posted on 10 June 2009