Wes the Conqeror, Buddy The legbreaker, Slick RIck during a brief regroup...

Sewell Race:
I love this race. I fucking hate this race. The terrain here is brutally flat, and so it's really hard to get any spacing or distance on anyone. Racing is really tight, and competitive. The course is really fun to ride, but it's also relentless. No place to recover and the pace is very fast. If you make a mistake, you'll lose big spaces. The racing was really tight, almost cross like expect for it's an hour longer. I had a ton fun. I think an indication of how great the single speed group is, and how much we like each other is immediately following the finish 3rd, 5th, 6th, and 7th passed around a bottle of coke, trying to settle our stomachs and keep from puking...

Lap One:
Ransom (guys) took of with a furious start. Wes the conqueror covered and they were setting a brutal pace. I slipped by Topher and Big Ben hoping to bridge up, but was unsuccessful. I was leading a single speed train containing Me, Topher, Big Ben, Tim Dickson, Todd the Maestro, Maurice (the gangster of love), and Buddy the leg breaker. When it was clear to me that I wasn't bridging I tried to back off a little but had already over extended myself. Ben and Topher were chatting away, I could barely breath. Bastards.

Lap Two:
Still hurting from the first lap, Ben, Topher, and Tim come around me in the field. I felt like the front section of the course was my best. I fight back, attacking on each little rise, and get around each of them. I stay aggressive as a get a little space on Topher. I feel like if I can build a gap, I should be safe.