I was entering the (uphill) sprint for second place with four other riders at the Raccoon Rally Cat 1/2 Road Race today when the wheel of the guy directly in front of me rolled off his tubulars, causing him to crash. I was forced to bail into the ditch on the side of the road, not a good place to be with less than 100m left of a 50 mile race.
Luckily, teammate Tom K. was behind me and still managed a fifth place money spot. Nice job Tom.
I raced my ass off today, so I have no regrets.
Meanwhile, I became "that guy" today at the start line. I usually rail against the silly and excessive consumerism involved in bike racing, yet somehow managed this year to acquire a fancy bike and wheels. Then, someone at the start line today commented to his friend about how "sweet" my bike is.
I think that makes me a hypocrite.