cat 5 worlds

Last night the papist drug me out for one of the village's shakiest street races- cat 5 worlds, or "sketchy fucker nationals" as I'm calling it. Beautiful evening as we rolled the park for a warm up. We picked up Barry(solo) and Ben w some of his twin spires team mates. Funny the difference in how you look "in season" vs "off season" Ben was the leanest I've seen him. Cyclist-manorexia kicked in and Immediately started thinking about calories in......glad that didn't stick!

We rolled out of the parking lot for the ride and the pace accordioned or "accellebraked" over and over. Every time it wound up, someone on the front slowed it down. Too many people for that. The aero bar rider in the paceline was the first to get dropped but from there the whole group stayed together.

I sat in, until near the end when I saw an opportunity to peel off w another rider and head for the house.

Its a good ride, but it always depends on the group......you know the expression "if you look around and don't see the sketchy rider, its probably you". But what if that's all you see. I stayed on Popes wheel and rode near folks I know.

All in all, it was good to get back in the frenetic environment. Good reminder of racing season that's coming all too soon.