Not too much to say about the final stage. I flatted 17 minutes into the race, and after the slowest wheel change ever, I got a push from neutral support and a wave good-bye. Well they didn't really wave to me, but they should have. I got a bit of help from the chase moto-ref, but he was mainly teasing me staying about 20 feet too far in front of me. I eventually did catch back onto the last car in the caravan, but this was after a HUGE time trial effort to get there. The Rock Racing car was actually being the nicest, letting me ride the bumper for a bit, but the peloton was just flying! As soon as we hit the first steep climb of the race, followed by an extremely long false flat through the feed zone, I just had nothing left to move up. The cars rolled away from me, and the moto-ref told me, "It was a valiant effort, there are some more climbs coming up, maybe you'll catch back on," and took off. Well I didn't, so I rode back to the car and drove home to shower.
Little did I know that Colt had crashed out before me, so when he got back to the parking lot I had taken the car. Then i went back to the race to feed and he wasn't there. It was a small wild goose chase, but I eventually just went back to the house, and he had ridden home. I was pretty mad that bad luck took me out of the final placings, since I would have most likely been in the top 70 if I would have finished. But who knows since the race was shattered.
There is always next year, and I am definitely coming back to this amazing race!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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