I mounted my trusty carbon steed and rode to the track. Going down Vermont I saw a green light at the bottom, and I just knew I could make it. I picked up the pace by a few miles an hour [38 to 40] I was definitely going to make it. Then about 100 yards from the intersection it turned yellow. Then red. OH SHiiiiiZ. There was no way I was going to be able stop before the intersection, so I just turned right.
I made to the track all in one piece and shortly after my arrival I met my madison partner [for six day], Louella Holter, who by the way, does not look her age. After a thorough warm up and watching the kiddy kilo and some madisons it was time to race.
All six of us lined up on the rail to listen to the official's instructions. There were only six us because everyone went to San Jose. No one asked me if I wanted to go. =[
Anyhow, we started racing, and Bike Central was playing their tactics and I was doing everything I could to get in the way. They still took 1 and 2, so obviously it didn't work as well as I would've liked. I actually tied for second, but the rider who got it had more 1st place finishes.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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Stop riding downhill like that. You're going to end up flying off the road and tangling into a barbed wire fence, or worse. Probably worse. Be smart.
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