Tuesday Night Crit

Most of the first half was just sitting in. Guys would attack and others would pull them back. I got up front and put in a couple efforts, trying to do my share of the work. I made it in a break with Shadd and a couple other guys about 18 minutes into the race. There was some confusion behind me when one of his teammates was bridging to us and we ended up getting caught soon after. With 7+3 to go, I tried making something happen, but no one went with me. Someone did bridge about a lap later. I backed off and waited for him, but he was a little cooked by the time he made it to me. Our gap was not more that a few seconds by that time. We ended up getting absorbed by the field and then it was three to go. The wind-up on the last lap was painful. I was sitting fifth and the pack was super strung-out. Around the last corner Shadd went to the front, then a 360 guy went around him, then Shadd went back around him for the win. I ended up sprinting to 3rd.

BTW, stoned people are the nicest people on earth. I was riding out Prairie Star after the race and this woman pulled up next to me and asked if I could please help her find her way to Metcalf and 106th. She listened intently as I gave her directions, all the while the sweet and pungent odor of burning cannabis wafted through the open window of her car. I had a sudden flash-back of walking past coffee houses in Amsterdam. She thanked me profusely and commented “Oh, and I ride bikes too”, emphasizing her words a quick fist-pump before she went on her merry way :-).