And on Sunday...
...we raced our bicycles again!
This time around, the carpool was filled to the brim...almost. Bo's minivan was packed with 4 dudes and all of their bicycles, warmup trainers, and spandex crap with plenty of legroom to spare! Respect the minivan!
After the most unenthusiastic pre-race ritual ever, I lined up aside 4 teammates...quite a rare occurrence for me. I knew this race would be a fireworks show...Escobar and Esmonde were present, as were Mike Bradbury, Chip and Eric from AABC, plenty of other strong 3's, and a good showing of strong 4's (I saw that attack, Kyle).
The nature of the course made it extremely fun; I especially like taking turns at the crest of a hill (corner 1), and the 3rd turn was a 90 degree, 30 mph no-brake-er which required a bit of skilled steering in order to pull it off. Rain threatened, spat, and went away during the race while the temperature stayed comfy-cool.
Chip Hoover took the win, finally cashing in on that form he's got. Mike Esmonde got second with a final jump so hard that I couldn't come past him when I moved out of his wind. I was pleased with my second third of the weekend. Fourth. (That doesn't mean anything, but it was the next word in sequence, and comes before fifth.)
Big props go to the three juniors in the field, Nate, Morgan, and Steven, for dishing out some monster attacks. There was an italian joint on turn one that served up some bitchin' pizza for a great (and terrible) post-race meal!
When I got home, I dicked around for a little while before falling asleep for 12 hours and having some wild dreams. Today I worked, at one million calories worth of food, and now I'm sitting at my desk, about to link to the following picture(s) that Jim Wilson took at the race yesterday.
Mike B, Morgan G, Nate, Me!
This time around, the carpool was filled to the brim...almost. Bo's minivan was packed with 4 dudes and all of their bicycles, warmup trainers, and spandex crap with plenty of legroom to spare! Respect the minivan!
After the most unenthusiastic pre-race ritual ever, I lined up aside 4 teammates...quite a rare occurrence for me. I knew this race would be a fireworks show...Escobar and Esmonde were present, as were Mike Bradbury, Chip and Eric from AABC, plenty of other strong 3's, and a good showing of strong 4's (I saw that attack, Kyle).
The nature of the course made it extremely fun; I especially like taking turns at the crest of a hill (corner 1), and the 3rd turn was a 90 degree, 30 mph no-brake-er which required a bit of skilled steering in order to pull it off. Rain threatened, spat, and went away during the race while the temperature stayed comfy-cool.
Chip Hoover took the win, finally cashing in on that form he's got. Mike Esmonde got second with a final jump so hard that I couldn't come past him when I moved out of his wind. I was pleased with my second third of the weekend. Fourth. (That doesn't mean anything, but it was the next word in sequence, and comes before fifth.)
Big props go to the three juniors in the field, Nate, Morgan, and Steven, for dishing out some monster attacks. There was an italian joint on turn one that served up some bitchin' pizza for a great (and terrible) post-race meal!
When I got home, I dicked around for a little while before falling asleep for 12 hours and having some wild dreams. Today I worked, at one million calories worth of food, and now I'm sitting at my desk, about to link to the following picture(s) that Jim Wilson took at the race yesterday.
Mike B, Morgan G, Nate, Me!