Sprinting Bernie
Last lap, Rob had gotten clear of me. Bernie was nipping my wheel, and I think even came around me at one point. Down the final hill I finally got a little gap but not much. I knew this was gonna be a sprint finish. Through the island, I started winding up. I hit the road, dumped my bike into the biggest gear and stood on it. I heard someone yell, “ go left” I quickly looked under my arm for Bernie, and didn’t see him, but went left anyway in an effort to pinch Bernie on the side if he was there. (sorry Bernie, but I got to be honest) I looked up and saw Wes the conqueror standing along side the road, I was hoping he would tell me it was cool and roll in. He didn’t “he’s right there” My legs were burning, I hurt badly, I stood one more time and sprinted with all my might. I crossed the line holding him off. Then I threw up a little in my mouth. Gotta love cross.

For the record, Kelly had me dead to rights today, and then he flatted. We were riding well together, and even had a game or two of twister during our race. It was fun.