Forbidden Drive was frozen, slush, pellets of Ice. I pedaled as hard as I could, sometimes moving only a bit, sometimes picking up some speed. I was into the chasing to win, and I was 20 seconds down. I flew off my bike and into the air a couple of times, down into the crusty pellets sliding to a wet halt. I'd get back on and try to make it to just down by 20 seconds.
All I could hope for was a mechanical, bad luck on the leader, and I couldn't.
I cross the line, with disappointment. Shook hands. I wanted to be changed by the time 3rd place rolled across the line. I drank a beer. Cleaned my face with snow after I was changed.
I wanted 2nd to look good.
Stage III Philadelphia Spring Classic.