11:58 am. Staged for my race with 198 other master racers from the age of 35-39. The morning had brought snow and what we thought would be tough enough conditions. I was so nervous I felt like I was gonna vomit on my top tube. The head official informs us that we have one minute to go. I hand my warm up jacket to Paul. The sky opens up on us. First snow this morning and now rain to thoroughly soak us. To break the tension, I let out my best Rick Flair "whoa!!" yell at the top of my lungs. I smack myself in the face like I used to do as a High school wrestler. The official blows the whistle and we were off.
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