Sunday, February 24, 2008
Good old Snelling
Way to go Handsome Ransom for a Men's 4 podium finish in what was the hardest edition of Snelling I've ridden in the last 4 years. The Diva's also may have scored some top 10s, but more importantly had the foresight to bring some Jameson's for the Dolce parking lot party. And a coupla lads rode their first race ever--congrats.
As for the race, the wind was absurd and after getting caught behind a crash on lap 3 that took down Rich S., I blew myself to tatters trying to catch back on. Too bad for me the hammer came down as that was all happening. I got to watch the long, strung out line slowly unravel as the crosswinds and the pressure from the front below the race apart. I saw the lead group riding away with a Nick, Mac and Ransom in pursuit. I tried to cobble together a echelon with the drooling, smoking wrecks around me but just received the blank, glassy eyed stares of the damned. Oh well, I got what I deserved for having bad legs and bad positioning. It was like watching the defining moments of Roubaix unfold, except I was one of the guys the camera stopped following.
After hanging up the cleats, I had the far more enjoyable time of watching the finishers come in. Not a lot of smiles, just the shaking of heads and blue lips in ashen faces. Yeah, man, the suffering has arrived.
In his post-race interview, "Lex" Luther delivered the quote of the day. On chasing back from the crash and then putting in a herculean effort to bridge up the leaders: "I almost puked and I almost s*** myself." Looking at him after the race, I believe he weren't lying.
That narrowly trumped Megan's winner: "I was hoping to get some action tonight but I think I broke my crotch."
Hell yeah, baby, the season is here!
As for the race, the wind was absurd and after getting caught behind a crash on lap 3 that took down Rich S., I blew myself to tatters trying to catch back on. Too bad for me the hammer came down as that was all happening. I got to watch the long, strung out line slowly unravel as the crosswinds and the pressure from the front below the race apart. I saw the lead group riding away with a Nick, Mac and Ransom in pursuit. I tried to cobble together a echelon with the drooling, smoking wrecks around me but just received the blank, glassy eyed stares of the damned. Oh well, I got what I deserved for having bad legs and bad positioning. It was like watching the defining moments of Roubaix unfold, except I was one of the guys the camera stopped following.
After hanging up the cleats, I had the far more enjoyable time of watching the finishers come in. Not a lot of smiles, just the shaking of heads and blue lips in ashen faces. Yeah, man, the suffering has arrived.
In his post-race interview, "Lex" Luther delivered the quote of the day. On chasing back from the crash and then putting in a herculean effort to bridge up the leaders: "I almost puked and I almost s*** myself." Looking at him after the race, I believe he weren't lying.
That narrowly trumped Megan's winner: "I was hoping to get some action tonight but I think I broke my crotch."
Hell yeah, baby, the season is here!
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