I was comfortable in the anonymity of the 4th bunch on the road, besides the 3rd bunch weren't far up the road, and when we caught them, I could have a chat to JK, who happened to be my carrot. The predictability of what happens next is amazing. I flatted, on a flat, gravely stretch of road. So I took my time and thought about what Cal B had said to me not long before "I'm going to pull the pin at the first feed" The more I thought about this, the more it made sense. The marathon champs had been cancelled due to devastating fires and I had no races coming up over 3hrs, so if I ride for 3.5-4hrs, flat stick, that is the perfect training.
And it is good fun, zooming past people who are riding to conserve and battling people who i've never even seen for the lead into the timed descent. Sorry to the guy who tried to stay on my inside going into that, and hit the trail marker pole, but you shouldn't have been there.
And so it came to fruition, the pin was pulled and I felt great. Until "Ugly Naked Guy" took the challenge to ride the last 12km nude. We didn't need that and I wouldn't be shocked to hear you being sued for damages by some of the kids that were there in years to come.
But the question remained, would this pay off in 2 weeks, in New Zealand?
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