The sight of us all together, 150 strong, shoulder to shoulder across the entire road with a full caravan is something an amateur like myself doesn’t get to experience very often, and not something I’ll quickly forget.
The break went right off the rip, and I was immediately put into difficulty on the first climb. By mile 35 I was dangling, but got to use the caravan to get back in which was fun. My demise came shortly after, however, and I spent the rest of the race in the feed zone handing up bottles and watching Paul, Kirk, and Andrew battle. The last time through Paul was in a small chase group free of the massively reduced peloton (only 65 riders finished the race) which looked promising. That move unfortunately was reabsorbed closer to the finish though, but Kirk and Andrew were there, and Kirk managed to get up for a hard fought top 20 result.
Sunday consisted of a very challenging crit, boasting 36 laps of a 1.4 mile course, totaling 3500ft of climbing. The attrition rate was again very high, with roughly 50 DNFs. I spent the race getting pummeled, but survived. Paul, on the other hand, was the swinging hammer of the day inserting himself into a 5 man group, before attacking said group solo with 5 laps to go. He spent the rest of the race off the front by himself, and was only caught by one other with two corners to go, holding on to a very impressive 2nd place. Kirk, ever consistent, finished in the top 10.
Big thanks go out to Tom and Karen, our hosts, who offered up some excellent digs for the weekend.