So, sometimes we have these days. Lined up and started tail end of the field, had a good start. Carnage everywhere. Literally someone was crashing or having a mechanical on every section of the course. I kept my head up and avoided the insanity and it was totally awesome. I wasn’t feeling super frisky today, but I was overtaking more riders than I ever have before, and I was definitely out of the cellar, staying out of trouble. Then.
Then I’m being super aggressive on the off-camber descent back into the start/finish stretch, cutting it really tight to the point where I’m unclipped on the left to catch myself if I lose traction, and I roll the front tire. Wasn’t sure anything was immediately wrong since it popped itself back on, but by the time I hit the first turn of lap 2 I could tell it was f*cked. Just not enough pressure in it, and the tire rolled every time I turned the bars.
I limped it into the pit, and was exceptionally casual and polite in asking if there were any neutral wheels, to which the UCI official responded “no there are not, and you can thank the race promoter for that”. Clearly having already dealt with this situation innumerable times – that was more or less the tone I picked up from that. To be honest, the pit official seemed more pissed off than I was.
I got a friendly bystander to give me some air off his handheld compressor, but by the time I left the pit, it was hopeless. So that’s what tubulars are for. I endeavor to have some at some point in time. But tubulars notwithstanding, just straight-up pit wheels would have been a tremendous idea, particularly for a race I drove 2 hours to get to. My fault, and in spite of the pit official, I won’t blame the Providence race promoter. Too much. It was only going to be my best 3 field finish ever. But I drank some marginally potable beer at USB and got over it.
Won’t be racing the Sunday race, so I’ll get a bit of recovery this week, and then be up in Portland on 10/16. On scale of 1 to FRISKY that one should be FRISKY.