Turns out that riding around isn't anywhere near as fun as riding around in a circle at really fast speeds (crit racing).
Kinda looks a bit like the picture below, probably they're professionals and probably they're not the E Graders that I raced with..
Things like this can happen, this is called fucking up and not holding your line... learn from your mistakes. The peloton will learn from your mistakes and drop your fucking arse...
Mostly they don't end up like that, or at least they didn't when I raced, it was more like perfection, HTC perfection... lead out train, swish hey, *sigh*.
Followed by, "Yeah, woooo hoooooo."
And then, "your the best team mate in the world..."
And then... yeah okay, real men can cry to. See that bottom lip quivering? And the sooky eyes?
And then some fried brioche at Hardware Societie (sp? I'm not checking its tooo late and I have a lecture at 8am... ethics at 8am, seriously not cool). Okay, I ended up F7 it.
So, that's pretty much what happens at a criterium, POMA dropped by and watched me race, I spent too much time on the front and learnt a lesson from that.
I also learnt that I need to do more sprint work, other than that the speed of E Grade men is apparently faster than B Grade women, so I'll go join B Grade women next week and hopefully we don't see any of this...