Saturday, June 10, 2006
Somehow I managed to totally screw up the last day- an easy 110 km race around Llieda. The whole race went fine until the last 5 km. Dan got in a good break early on; unfortunately, Dan and I’ve got something in common in that we take to crashing on a regular basis. He had to get stitches on his elbow though, so I’d say that his latest crash was a good degree and a half worse than, well, any of mine. Nonetheless a crash is a crash and they always suck. Anyway, his crash happened right before we got to the cat 3 so I was debating bridging up to his break, but of course I was thinking about what could happen way to much compared with what might happen. I hate myself. Then, back to my original banter, in the last 5 kilometers, it got windy, then echeloned and the field split right in front of me! Right in front of me! In the last 5 K’s! God I hate myself… The 30 or so guys in the front ended up getting some 45 seconds by the finish. You know that feeling where you want to ride down some 70 k/h descent and go right into & over the guard rail at the hair pin, then plunge some 300 meters to your fortunate death? That’s how I felt when I realized I was too far back and a gap was opening in the last 5 km of the last stage of a race! I feel like I work way too hard to have room for such stupid, pathetic, rookie mistakes! & Johnny even said to get to the front! It makes me want to beat a dog or something! What am I gonna do with myself? Route de Sud better go off without a hitch… or I will beat a dog… and a goat. I’m going to win one of these things, and soon!