Race#38 Pawling Mountain RR / NY State Championships
Shit. Went from the gun. Made it to the first accent of the long climb with eight others. Attacked. Made it over the top with one other guy. Forty miles later we had three minutes in hand over the field. And then I attacked my self out of the race. I went hard up the long climb on the third lap and dropped my companion with thirty miles still to race. Ten miles later he rode back up too me and when he counter attacked me on a short steep kick of a climb the wheels came totally off the wagon. He went on to win. I rolled it in for 7th (third in New York State).
The sensations were good too bad I rode like an idiot.