I went in to NoHo feeling good. This was one of my "A" weekends, so I had built my training around being fit and rested for these races.
There were a number of goals for this season and most of them revolved around beating friends who have consistently bested my in the past. The list and results are as follows:
- Rosey-beaten at Green Mountain Cyclocross/VT Verge (and others)
- Yash--Green Mt.
- Sebastien Dumont--Results swing back and forth
- Cary Fridfich--New Gloucester--Both Days
- Colin Holmes Reuter--10/18/09 Wednesday Night SuperPrestige (obviously, this isn't a sanctioned event, but I take what I can get)
- PVB--10/18/09 SuperPrestige
- Colin Holmes Murphy--Never
I caught him on the run up and then rode his wheel for a few turns, hesitant to throw down the gauntlet with so many laps remaining.
Soon, it became obvious that I would travel faster if I took the initiative in the corners and handled the rooty sections with an unobstructed line.
Eventually, I saw Holmes and Rosey start working together a few seconds back. This scared me.
I was still in the lead group, but taking on water. I watched Huff, Laflamme and Murphy ride away from me, as if in slow motion. It wasn't dramatic, a gap just opened and grew. I could have slayed myself to stay with them...but I chose to stay back. It was still lap one and many matches were being burned. I figured that those dudes were racing like fools. They all ended on the podium.
I made the first corner but my line made it impossible to negotiate the second. I tried to cut hard left to correct. I had a full speed crash. While my file treads gave way easily, I beleive that I would have crashed with any tires. The impact was loud enough that me and my bike slid so far that people started running over. Friends went to get my wife. Morrison asked me if I was OK as he passed, the tone of his voice implying that he believed that I wasn't.