(a picture from today's race)
3 laps, 50ish miles, 1450ft of climbing per lap and some stupid/itchy 3s. Oh what fun.
My thoughts the first time up the climb: "this is it? Is this really what everyone was complaining about"
Second time up the climb, cross-eyed and redlining: "who the f*** is doing this to me?" I look over and see a teammate with his eyes about ready to pop out of his head. I suddenly feel a lot better. Well, turns out that was one of our guys on the front drilling it. He established a break of 3 and they went to work building their advantage. As a team we did a sufficient job of causing pandemonium and disrupting just about any chase effort that moved. And then two of the three rejoined the pack with half a lap to go. Let the BS games begin. I won't go into my frustrations with road racing but let's just say they came out again today.
Chase, chase, chase, sit up, chase, sit up, play a little grab ass and chase some more. We eventually caught the solo break at 1k to go. Too bad he didn't have just a little more gas.
The uphill charge begins, I have great legs but am about 2 rows too far back. Wound up 6th. Not a great result but we worked really well together as a team and everyone came away safe. Can't complain about that.
In related news, the internet broke and accidently awarded one of our riders the championship. I think they've fixed it by now but it makes for a good story, right?
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