I don't feel like typing much but I did a race, traveled, race, traveled, race, back home. Last race of the weekend was gay because there was a bad crash and the dude that crashed was in the middle of the road for the next 3 laps(hit his head pretty hard) and 2 dudes decide to attack as soon as the crash happened-talk about a cheesy way to get ahead. Panzies! I didn't know about the break-a-way until 3 laps later when I heard "20 seconds!" I broke off to catch these 2 guys and I was in a 'pickle' the whole time. That's baseball terms people! I was solo for half the race and slowly gaining time on these guys while the main field was charging behind me. I also had no water bottle because, earlier, some of the racers were blocking me in on the inside, so I decided to do a little trick and go mountain biking over these speed bumps on the inside of the track. At that moment, I was riding a 6 thousand dollar pogo-stick and so my water bottle bounced out-didn't know it until I went on my break-a-way and tried to grab some water. My MTB skills scared the shit out of everyone and they got out of my way. I dont mess around people! With a few laps to go, teammate Joe gave it his all to bridge-the-gap from the main field up to me to help me out. He even gave me his water. You're the best Joe! By the last lap, we had about 8 or so seconds left on them and we didn't quite make it. A third place finish is alright I suppose. Joe finished 4th a little ways behind me then the main field came in. What a day! Exciting, yet disappointing on my part.