First off, I like this race. Its very local (Cary and I prerode the course the night before the race). It is a nice challenging course with lots of tight turns and some good power sections. There are even a few places that require a bit of finesse. Its essentially a grass crit punctuated with a few tricky sections. It is a well organized grassroots event that has built on its popularity every year. I consider this the season opener.
My race is fairly easy to sum up. I got a front row start. Didn't pay attention, and the whistle caught me unawares. I got jostled off my bike as I was clipping in, nearly crashed. I was close to last coming into the hole shot.
I fought back for a few places, battled with Colin Murphy,
a troubled David Wilcox (I think he had some sort of mishap that relegated him to the scrum),
Cort Cramer and a troubled Mike Rowell.
new dad Colin Murphy (that didn't really go my way either)
and triathlete Cort Cramer (this was going OK, but I realize that this is a temporary state of affairs) was too much to leave on the table. Anyway, my back was spasming slightly for the whole race. The spasms built to a crescendo of agony which left me unable to turn the pedals.
I was feeling good, having taken the sandy corner well and was on my way to shutting the gap down before the curb.
He likes wine. And fine foods. And attractive ladies. Bring these things to him.
While I raced with Wissell last year and beat him occasionally, I never saw him during our race. He must have gotten faster.