at the end of G.V. last night, I got to the car, and went to use my voice, it was just a rasp, a horse, dry sounding, worn out, voice. Its was a very good night of going in circles. I got on the hot break, a part of it, at my limits limit limit, and got behind one rider, who gave up a foot, then two, then four, and that one foot,... that was the gap that POPped me off, would of happened, I'm sure just a bit later. but I wanted to stay with, just holding on.
well I dropped off and waited for the field, and road with the field. some of the time it felt like a swollen river, me, my good legs driving hard, motoring through a lot of bloated drifted wood. Shooting gaps, and moving like Ali's jab. I felt good.