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| this picture tells the story of the day. Drowned rats, that's all (courtesy of Oregon Cycling Action) |
We executed. Every hill, one of us was off the front. Attacking, counterattacking and whittling the field down. We started with 30+ riders and after each lap we got smaller and smaller. Then it happened, one guy went off the front and everyone sat up. Our fault for not chasing? Yes. Oh, and when I say one guy I don't mean one average rider, I talking about a freight train. Now, I can lay waste to this guy in a sprint but I have never seen him crack or even look like he's working that hard. Not the guy you want off the front by himself.
Instead of dragging you through the details here's the rundown: Freight Train builds up a 3+ minute lead. 4 other people individually solo off the front and stick it. We're left sprinting for 5th place. I got it. I rolled to from with a few miles to go and slotted into the perfect position, hung with it on the climbs, played like I was blown and waited to the perfect moment to make my jump.
Looking at the numbers, I got lucky. There's no way my sprint should have worked but it was good enough for the day. I would have liked to have the entire field together because I know can beat the 4 riders up the road but I'll live with 5th. It's upgrade points but more importantly it gave me the breakthrough I need. I raced collegiate on Saturday and got destroyed so Sunday's result was the perfect morale boost.
It's only bigger and better from here.
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| Congrats to our Cat 4 rider winning his race! He'll be with us in the 3s soon enough (photo courtesy of Oregon Cycling Action) |
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