I headed down to Santa Rosa for the Apple Pie crit on Saturday morning in search of the last 3 points for my cat. 2 upgrade. To be honest I didn’t really expect a whole lot because I had never raced a crit and I don’t consider myself the crit racing type thus my real goal for the weekend was Spring Hill on Saturday (more on that fiasco later). The weather was chilly and overcast and lucky for us in the cat. 3 field it started raining just before our start. I immediately thought “sweet my first crit and it’s gonna be slippery and sketchy” but it turned out to be a pretty safe course and I figured out quick that I needed to be near the front because the headwind was going to string the race out. About twenty minutes into the race the pace really picked up and the serious attacks started. Two guys went off the front and pushed a hard pace for about 5 minutes until myself and 4 other bridged and formed the winning break away. We all worked hard together and with a half lap to go I decided to attack which paid off with a big gap that only one dude could cover, he got me at the line but I got what I wanted out of the weekend: 4 points.
Just for good measure Nate and I raced the P123 race about two hours after the 3’s race. Damn, little different story here, a full field and some really really strong guys. The race was ninety minutes of pure pace and about halfway through 2 yahoo guys, a cal giant, a webcor, and random attacked off the front, their teams blocked, race over, end of story with the exception of two nasty crashes I managed to avoid, I rolled in with the pack and one hell of a workout.
I awoke on Saturday morning to wet roads, sore legs, and a bad feeling in my gut that Spring Hill was gonna be gnarly. By the time Nate and I rolled into the parking for Spring Hill it was pouring and all I could think was, why the hell are so many people here? The only reason we even drove to the start and not straight back to Truckee was because we were already down in the area committed. I decided to give it a go and immediately knew I was not going to finish the race, it was simply miserable, freezing, wet, and slow. I calculated at the pace we were going it was going to take about 4 hours to finish the race but I shortened that to just over an hour by going straight to the car where I found Nate huddling inside with the heat going, “sweet lets get the hell out of here”. The factors which played into my decision were; mostly me being a pussy, part rational thinking, and part sore legs and the impending feeling that riding for 4 hours in the rain would make me sick. Whatever the reason I bitched out and drove home. But I drove home a Cat. 2.