I participated in the Canadian-American Police-Fire games this past week and it was very cool, but let me tell you it is kind of odd racing without any teammates. Here's the short story:
Thursday night was the crit in Dublin, Same course I broke my shoulder five years ago. Gulp....We had 17 in my Master's race. Majority team there was Chicago Firemen and some guys that never raced crits. So, I did what Chairman Fred would do, sprinted from the gun and led most of the race. I felt pretty good, breaking some legs on that short steep uphill. After 1 lap to go was called I jumped right after turn two, hit turn three with a gap and no one followed me up the last climb, there was to be no sprint for 1st. Gold for Pantani. Podium questions were about exorcising the Ghost of the collarbone.
Friday Night was street sprints. The course was 500 meters long (built with Farmer John in mind) with competitors required to maintain lanes for 250. Kind of strange racing, because 500 meters is too far to sprint and breaking from lanes at 250 doesn’t allow for drafting, so it was pure power then almost coasting to the line. It is however a great spectator sport, with guys cranking like madmen for less than a minute. I finished third, and of all the events, this hurt my legs the most. I’m guessing I have to work on my above-threshold riding.
Saturday was a road race in Zanesfield, where we have raced before, except the course hit a steep and long climb a half mile from the start. I think we had 20 racers today, and all but 6 were blown out on the first climb. Round we go and I get pipped at the line by the Ramon Colon, a cop from Wash. DC who beat me in every heat Friday night in the sprints.
So I finished with Gold, Silver, and Bronze, and had a great time.
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