Its always fun to get the first crit of the season out of the way and the fact that I could ride my bike to it from my front door was icing on the cake.
My single teammate Sam Boardman and myself didn’t have to have a pre race chat, we knew the plan was to race hard and figure out the finish when we got there. As the race started out I retreated to my favorite place in the race which is the very back. I like to think of it as the sprinters lounge were all the sprinters hangout and try not to get dropped till we can drag our bodies up to the front to pedal hard for 10-20 seconds before succumbing to exhaustion.
As I watched the festivities from the back I realized that my teammate Sam Boardman had just covered every single move on the first 3 laps then forced a small group of 6 off the front and boy were they moving. As I dive every corner to to move up to the front I noticed that a almost every team is represented in the break which now has around 10 seconds on the field except for Mikes Bikes who are frantically chasing. I figured I should probably bridge up to the move seeing that Sam is stronger then an Ox but a flat crit is not his ideal course. The moment I saw the chase start to slow I attacked into one of the corners and made the move up to the break.
After making contact I realized why the break was going so fast, not only was Boardman here but Cooper Rombold (Team California) was also pulling his brains out which he seems good at doing. As the race went on we kept it civil and rotated with Sam pulling 1/3 of a lap, Cooper pulling 1/3 of a lap then the rest of us trying our hardest for the other 1/3. As we neared the bell lap Sam took a flyer which was shut down by Stephen Hoffman and with that we knew a sprint would decide the winner.
With one lap to go Sam planted himself on the front and started his very long lead out with me occasionally yelling at him to slow down, as we came around the final corner and came rocketing towards the finish I thought to myself “I think Im going to win this bike race, this will be great, I like winning bike races” and launched my sprint…and then in one fell swoop I somehow managed to unclip my right foot and drop my chain. When I realized that I was not going to win the bike race the only logical thing to do was have a huge temper tantrum and cross the line pounding my handle bars like a baby in need of a nap. As I slowly returned to my normal state of being I realized that Cooper had won the bike race which he definitely deserved.
That’s racing, onto the next one.