I thought I would have a little fun with some of the riders as they went by me. At this point in the race, and having gotten over my frustration and anger, there was nothing to lose at this point. Stuck in the small ring and having just 2 or 3 gears in the back, I was in no position to ride fast anymore. I couldnt. So as people were passing, I would throw out various FLETCH, STAR WARS, or CADDYSHACK lines at them. It was funny seeing their reaction to: 'Tell Lord Vader we have a prisoner.'...as they went by.

Anyhow, everybody around number 500 was in a great mood. I came in just under 3 hours with a bent Front Der and a broken mentality. It was raining and didnt see anybody I knew at the finish. The doughnut holes were soggy, the bananas were green and the new Trek was hysterically out of my price range. The bus ride back was slow, quiet and cold.

Shivering, dehydrated and out of food, I changed in my car. The ride home was monotonous, painfully unmotivating and just dull.

The Hwy 77 had its usual crash. I saw people rolling, bottles flying and tires skidding. Scott Kylander Johnson got up and yelled profanity. The crash created a sizeable gap bewtween the leaders of about 50 maybe, and the chasers.

During the first part of the race, i went backwards(10 mile bonk) before I went hard again. But that wasnt much of a reward since I was probably about 70 half way through. Some chainsuck after Double OO must have bent my front Der. I had to get off and kick it a few times. But nothing helped. Race done. I was bummed. I couldnt shift.

ALMA(last WISPORT) more than likely this weekend.