Not getting clipped in at the line sucks. Started at the back, and worked my ass off to slowly climb through the 100+ field. Corners were dreadfully slow, followed by hurculean sprints on the straights. Zink got away with three to go, only to succumb to the uneven, rough corners. Bohm and I thought our positioning was good, but underestimated the size of the field.
Sunday was about the same - brakes squealing into the corners followed by out-of-the-saddle sprints into the next corner. Made it to the front with three to go, only to get swarmed on both sides at the first sign of slowing. Zink tried a breakaway with Sprock on the front, but couldn't make it stick. Another pack finish for Proctor.
Ended the weekend with a broken brake lever, a tire with a screw stuck in it, and $160 bucks less in my wallet. But it was a damn good time - good racing, good beer, and lots of fun with Zink, Sprock, Bohm, Bertrand, and Michels.
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