It was cold and damp when we began and I was very appreciative that I was not a 1/2/3 on Saturday as the day just got worse. We had a good sized field - 40ish?? with Jason and I representing WFR in the race and Derek helping out. After instructions, we rolled out at a rather easy pace - what I didn't realize was that this was due to a headwind that would crush most of my remaining spirit on Lap 2. Jason and I sat on the back, chatting and just staying out of trouble. We rounded a few turns and Jason let me know that the gravel was fast approaching. As we neared the first sector of gravel the pace picked up and at this point I realized I couldn't hang. Ugh. Alone I hit the first sector of gravel - a seemingly 3 mile long winding stretch of slick crushed limestone. Staying in the truck and tractor prints was like riding in snow - the bike slipping around. Make no...
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