so, i definitely blueballed everyone w. this FBF fiasco, so i decided to flagellate myself tonight as atonement.
went up to rockleigh, and decided would stop f'cking around, race smart, and race to win. no bs. decent sized field today.
so i sat top 3-5 all race. now, it was supposed to be 45 mins but it was more like an hour. and i dont know about you, but sitting there top 5 for an hour, it was weird - there were these strange aches in my legs, and i was breathing really heavy, and this strange salty liquid was comiing out of my pores. (not that kind, norton.) FOR AN HOUR! i was kinda worried, the effect was mildly painful, and tiring, and made me want to pull over and take a nap. just typing about it, im getting all tired again. i dont recommend this level of exertion on a bike. im pretty sure its not what it was designed for.
being that i was racing to win, i was not making friends. i never pulled through. i never chased down any breaks, but i covered every single move to bridge to a break. at one point some westwood guy tells me im racing for 2nd b/c theres one guy off the front (1/2 way through the race ... yeah genius call), so i start telling him 2nd sounds good, its higher up than 3rd, i dont really want to win, the yellow jersey is a lote of pressure at this point, all the press interviews etc. and i annoy him so much i goad him into mostly chasing the guy down by himself over two laps. the in the last 1/2 lap of that break a teammate of the guy tried to bridge. and he keeps alternating which shoulder he looks over. so i keep moving around so he's doesnt see im tailing him. and he leads me right to the guy and the break failed. ha!
every night at rockleigh (read: 3 races) i only lead the first two laps to show these people what line to take in the corners. and sure enough, some jackhole several times tried to take the inside line over the grate in turn 1 which is both slower and simply a dumb line to take. 2 weeks ago a guy went into the fire hydrant that way. very bad accident. so i have to chop one guy and tell him to stop f-cking coming inside me on that turn, pretty vocally. i then had one mook tell me to hold my line so i mention that im holding the fastest line through the corner, and what f-cking line are you holding? not trying to be a d-ck for d-cks sake, but im saving these people from themselves. i take turn 3 at about 30 mph pedaling nost of the way through and no one says $hit after that.
2 laps to go and im beat, and i tell myself well even if you dont get a result, you raced smart and hard, you should feel good about that and that something inside me snaps and i yell STOP BEING A f;CKING P*SSY WGHY R U SO AFRAID TO WIN which kinda of takes people off guard.
hold my position through next two laps, dying for the vino from turn three but I play it cool and dont do it. top 5. one guys goes by turn 4. i tail him and hold. dont go - i have patience. lindholm puts in a massive attack ... yeah ... thats what im waiting for. all race ive been tailing him. f-cker comes INTO MY HOUSE and takes back to back races? MY HOUSE. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO W/O PRENSKY, LINDHOLM? YOU THINK YOU CAN GO TOE TO TOE WITH DICZOK
get to lindholm w. no issue. shift down. let him take me a little farther. a little farther. a litttttttle bit farther. 150 to go, BOOM! i yell 'HEY LINDHOLM, MAMA PRENSKY's NOT HERE TO LEAD YOU OUT, HOW BOUT YOU SUCKLE ON THE TEAT OF OLD DICZOK TODAy. THANKS FOR THE LEADOUT!!!!! and i drop him like a sack of f-cking potatoes and drill it through the line without anyone anywhere near me.
rock the 2-handed robbie mcewen pointing to himself salute from the 2006 tour when he was on davitomon-lotto - one of my personal faves. during the salute my bike actually kick into the 12 tooth cog. (oops better get that derailleur adjusted...)
so setanta is leading the rockleigh crit series part 2.
PS lindholm was actually very cool and went out of his way to congratulate me, and i wheelsucked him most of the race