Now that I’m finished editing video from last weeks Minuteman Road Club race, and have an hour to kill while it uploads to Vimeo — because I feel the need to record and save it at the highest resolution I can in order to give you stunning hi-def images of me flailing around at the tail end of the masters field — I figured now is a good time to finally write a report on a race that happened three weeks ago.
Because I’m all about being timely.
What can I say about Gloucester? It’s an awesome race at a beautiful venue and I rode just as I expected to. (Hint: I expected to ride terribly)
I only did Day 1 this year. Lots of rain leading up to the weekend and rain as I drove to Gloucester had me pretty giddy. I like muddy races. Mind you, I’m not particularly good at riding in mud, but oh how I do enjoy riding in mud.
I was lined up in the tenth row or so. Not quite last row, but close enough. Instead of the usual practice of just calling up the first couple of rows — aka: The Fast Guys — they called each and every rider up to staging by name. So I sat there chuckling as I realized that I had just gotten a (almost) last row call up.
Get it? The name of this dumb blog? Because no one ever gets a last row call up? Never mind.
The call up was pretty much the highlight of the race for me. I rode fairly well, all things considered. Spent most of the race alone in my usual little no-man’s land. Didn’t finish last. Only crashed once.
At this point, my only goal is to be able to stay with other riders so that I will be able to have something to write other than, “I rode around by myself and tried not to suck too loudly.”
I’ll work on that.