Bicycle racing is beautiful. Man and machine unite to do battle against others. Entering a corner freehubs buzz like a pack angry hornets. Shoulders bumping, wheels rubbing, legs screaming. Yet out of the chaos one, two, maybe three riders launch into the oblivion to test their luck in a breakaway. Everyone else left in the pack is is planning the bold attackers demise. What an amazing experience to do Battle on Sunday and return to the office on Monday to hear….”So what did you do this weekend?”
Third and fourth race ever, learning so much. 5th in the crit and 8th in the road race. Bring on the suffering.