While I have not been writing I have indeed been riding. I have been logging a lot and I mean a lot of miles. Most of these miles consist of climbing seeing its the only way I can motivate myself to get in anything longer than a 2 hour ride. My friend Ben came down from Sac. a few weeks ago and we squeezed in two 5 hour days and a few 3+ too boot. It was the kick in the ass I needed and it got me excited to race again seeing that my form was slowly returning.
So I raced. I raced an Ontario and two Dominquez Hills strictly for training purposes. In these races I went right to front and drilled it as much as I could. I got in each and every break and initiated a few as well. I than went to Brentwood two weeks ago which was to be the first race I was planning on siting in and trying to win. The night before I was at work until midnight and my start time was 7:45. I dragged my ass out of bed super duper tired and made it to the race with plenty of time to warm up and grab a cup of Peet's coffee (my fav). It was a 8 turn technical course which suited me well. I stayed at the front 10 all race until the last lap I got shuffled to about 20th from a surge that came up the left side. The last straight in to the final turns I hit it full gas nuzzling myself into about 10th wheel before the crazy 3 turn snake that led into the 500 meter straight to the finish. Out of the turns I sat patiently and than gave it everything I had. My sprint was great and the guys in front of me seemed to be going backwards as I passed 6 of them before hitting the line finishing 4th! I was super happy with this result. My next race started in 45 min. and it took me about that much time to not feel like I was going to puke so I decided to skip it, take my check, and go home to rest before work.
The next week I had a pretty bad chest cold and another late night at work on Sat. and overslept through my alarm which was set at 4:30 am. Life is life and I didn't beat myself up about it seeing that I wasn't feeling tip top. The following week (aug 22) was Ontario which I was really gunning for it being my home town race and all. The problem was that before this race I had worked 10 days straight with no day off and my legs were tired from some long doubles of being on my feet for 9 hours at a time. My first race was a bust due to no one wanting to pull. The pace slowed so I went to the front and didn't exactly hammer it but burnt too many matches. Whatever... pack finish. Didn't even feel like doing the next race but figured fuck it I'm there so I did. Sat in the back the whole time conserving and my plan was to move up with 3 to go. With 4 to go got caught behind a crash and had to dig deep to get back onto the pack (thats what I get for sitting on the back). I spent 3 to go recovering from the tough effort and decided I would move to the front with 2 to go. Saw my friend Derick move up and shortly made the move myself. I flew from DFL right to the front where I sat for just a second and than Derick let me into the pace line. I sat second wheel for a bit of the bell lap and than somehow had the benefit of slipping back to 5th sitting right on Derick's wheel which is exactly where I wanted to be. With 2 turns left the guys hit the gas hard even gaping me out a bit. I had to stand to close the small gap to Derick's wheel. We made a left and instead of cruising to the outside after the turn to set up for the final turn which we had done every lap the puller decided to drive it to the inside curb. This took me by surprise as I anticipated the former so I slowly drifted to the outside and the peloton slid over to the inside totally leaving me outside the draft. Did I mention we are absolutely hammering it here seeing that there is about 600 meters to the finish. So I put my head down and went as hard as I could alongside of the leaders but watched 20 guys go right by me into the turn. I knew I was cooked but wanted to finish strong so I gave it everything to hold on to a sad 24th. Insult to injury Derick won! Which is great for him but I had his wheel which proves I had the perfect position and I blew it coming out of turn 6. Shit. Oh well what are you going to do. That is racing. I was much happier with this performance than the first race and its always nice to be up in the front at the end (which I was at both races). I hauled ass to work and put in a short tired shift and looked forward to my first day off in a long stretch of 11 straight at work. Next week is the final race in Southern California which is in Costa Mesa. I have an early start time of 7:35, but don't think I will be at work too late the night before. After this I have one more race which is a 3 day omnium in Folsom on Sept 10-12 than off season, which kinda sucks seeing that I missed so much of the season this year. I'm sure I will keep busy riding and playing tennis or something.