After the race, WCCC Director Hans Hartman called it the "most exciting collegiate race he'd ever watched." Okay, this is how it went down. 45 minutes. The course is supposed to be a "D", but the corners are all so gentle that there is no braking/coasting at any point. Soon after the start, people started attacking. The attacks were fairly weak, with only a few opening a gap and getting pulled back. I covered the stronger riders. I was feeling good; I was in the jetstream of the race. Eventually, in the constant attacking, I opened up a good gap: and there were two others with me. I didn't know them, but the SB rider seemed strong. At this point there were 22 laps to go.

The gap opened up, and I heard there was about 16 seconds. Knowing that Dave was in the pack sitting calmly waiting to beast the sprint, I decided to do it. It was at that point that I started pedaling, taking long, gut busting pulls. With 10 laps to go, the smaller SD rider said "okay, okay I won't contest." I kept killing it at the front. With 6 to go SDSU likewise said "I get the point, I won't sprint." So here I am, 5 laps to go, fans cheering, legs suffering, the pack breathing down our necks. Behind I can see people trying to bridge up: I can see very strong Cal Poly riders trying to bridge; and I'm hoping they make it, because that would guarantee the break sticks. I was praying for some fresh blood. With 3 to go, we had 6 seconds left.

Nothing to do but keep hammering. It was at the point where I felt I might vomit any second, but I told myself "keep accelerating." With 1 lap to go, the pack was right there, maybe 4 seconds. I was alone by then, and I started sprinting full out. I survived that lap solo, but with the line just 200m away, the sprint came past me. Slightly boxed out, Dave took 3rd. A solid performance. Funnest crit ever.