Famous last words.

"Don't worry, we'll catch 'em", says Sean. I'm not saying that words of encouragement are bad, but it just wasn't enough at Sanpete.

How I got left behind is a bit blurry now. There were four guys off the front and we kept a good eye on them. As we got closer people were starting to jump across. Some made it, others didn't. Anyway, Hoov and I ended up chasing the group of 5-6 leaders for about an hour. There was another guy with us, but he was just dead weight. Not a single pull out of him. I think he was planning on attacking and bridging when we got close enough. But we had other plans. We never got close enough. Haha! In your face wheelsucker! OK, so he did attack finally, but I doubt he ever caught on. By then we could hardly see the front group anymore. At a certain point we decided that we had enough threshold training for the day and focused on just finishing the ride.

When the really old guys caught up to us at the bottom of the hill, they dragged some guy with them who got dropped from our group earlier on. The climb towards the end turned out to be fairly flat and by then I had found enough left in my legs to try to finish with style. The aforementioned rider still kept sucking wheels from the other group, and when I led out my teammate in the last 1k, he actually contested the sprint. He didn't beat my teammate, but he did finish ahead of me. Well, not that I lost any prize money or points, but I'm nevertheless baffled when people do that. Regardless of the significance of the game, you come to expect at least appearance of fairness. A big "L" for him.

On the other side of the spectrum is our UCA leader Scott, who having already clinched the title dropped back to help us catch on. For that, Scott gets a big "W". Andre came away with the race win, while B-horn had a bit of bad luck with a blown tire and had to hitch a ride. All in all, there were some small victories along the way for me as well. Hey, I didn't cramp, so that's good.