Only race today, back in West Flanders. Turns out it's a big one. Pays to 50 and sprints every lap for both money and points towards a Ridley frame. Great, as if these aren't hard enough, have to make them into a points race. Close to 100 guys, including some french team - several teams represented with team cars, managers, etc. Seriously.
Two minutes in, first climb and I'm shooting off the back. I mean I am full on sprinting up this hill and going backwards. WTF. But as I get to the top I realize they aren't pulling away from me any more and I bury myself to catch back on. Barely make it and dying for basically the next 40 minutes. I really have very little recollection other than OMG, this f-ing hurts. So I last a little longer, but I don't even know how many laps I did.
Tomorrow a long ride to Brugge, and maybe do a kermesse on the way back, I mean why not?
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