What a weekend. You missed one hell of a crash. Less than two laps to go the chase group is in full flight at 30+ mph and a chain reaction wipes out half of what was left of field. I'd guess about 25 guys hit the deck very hard. Kudos to the break for staying away. They were going to get caught. Perhaps the crash disrupted things just enough.

 I arrived at the race 45 minutes before it started, but I thought I was running late because the night before I was at prom. I went to after prom from 1 am to 5 am and slept from 8am to 11:45 am. Well now I sound like a girl complaining.

The only thing that was going through my mind while I was warming up was winning because I wanted my revenge over the Coldspring Road Race. When we started the race all I wanted to do was stay in the front of the race and chase down any breaks from getting away. I was even taking my pulls at 30+mi/hr. All of a sudden there was a break away and some of the guys in the peleton were convinced that we were never going to be able to catch them and I knew right away that anything but 1st place was not an acceptable option. So I decided to work even more in the race so we would be able to catch them in time for the final sprint, but 2 laps to go while being in third someone came from the right and took the guy in front of me and there was a crash in the peleton and I was caught in it and it turned out to be a huge pile up in the race. When I was able to get back up so I could begin to chase the peleton down for the sprint finish and 1st place I realized that my beautiful bike and a brand new front zip wheel had been completely destroyed. This infuriated me because if I had been in the back I would have avoided the crash like many others that were not in contention anymore and ended up in top 20th. I really wanted to win this race. "I tell you what," that is some real freaking bad luck because I had been working very hard preparing for this race. What a weekend.