Maybe it was the breakfast at Denny’s with Stu and Mike, maybe the overwhelming support of La Grange at the race, or maybe just the perfect weather. For some reason I felt great today. When I arrived in Goleta, I signed up for both juniors 17/18 and 15/16 races with an hour break in between. I warmed up with Drew as he would be my only teammate for the race first race, and got a pep talk from Matias.
The 30 minute 17/18 race went fairly smoothly with only one sketchy moment when two guys in front of me rubbed wheels and almost went down. Remembering Roberto’s heroic solo breakaway from last week, I decided to mimic that halfway through the last lap. I got a 50 yard gap between myself and the peloton by the last corner, but I wasn’t able to sustain it for the 300 meter sprint. I attacked way too early and ended up in a reasonable 14th place finish.
Matias explained what I did wrong, and how to fix it next time by attacking later in the race, after the last corner. I’d attempt these tactics in the 15/16 race and hope for a top ten finish. I got more than that. I tried to “Mindfuck” my opponents by singing “I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner” while sitting In the pack; I got some odd glances, but no one said a word. With one lap to go in the 15/16 race I stayed two guys back until the last corner and fired my up afterburners launching a massive attack from the outside. For those painful 300 meters I had Jeremy Clarkson’s voice in my head screaming “POWAH!!!!!!” I was just reeled in by two sprinters who had waited till the last second to unleash their fury.
Next time I go for gold… better work on my timing,