So Nature Valley was ok up until today. I was getting through without too much ordeal, but definitely not doing anything of any consequence whatsoever, but then I got the Most Aggressive Rider jersey after Stage 5’s Mankato Road Race and suddenly this is the best race I’ve ever done, bar none.
I finally got my shit together and decided I was going to race my bike and do my job, and it was fairly necessary considering the 20ish mph winds that were a’blowing. From the start, I managed to get up front, stay there, and keep Daniel in a good spot. We led into the first left hand turn, which appeared like it would be crucial to the outcome of the whole day. We’d turn into a crosswind section, the field would blow up, groups would be everywhere, then we’d turn out of it, and then there would be some kind of regrouping. For the most part, I managed to be in the first part of all of these splits and I felt good.
At some point around this time, I decided to attack. So I did. I ended up in a group of five…we were away for like 10 miles I think. That was kinda hard. We never got too much of a gap.
We got caught and then I sat around for awhile and decided to attack again. Bissell was on the front riding tempo, so I wasn’t sure if it would be ok to attack, so I asked Roman Kilun and he said, yeah, that would be a good idea. So I attacked.
Nobody followed me on this stupid attack. It was into a block headwind and was so so slow. I think I might have averaged just over 20 mph into the hurricane blowing into my face. I got to sit out there all by my lonesome for a long while though. I won a sprint! I waved at people in the crowd through town, waved at the camera man, talked to the com car. I mean, I was going hard, but I was NOT going to let anything pass me by. I knew that this was some sort of special moment, I didn’t know how special at that time, but it was pretty cool to be off the front of a huge NRC race all by my lonesome.
I was eventually caught and then Daniel mentioned that my efforts might be good enough for the Most Aggressive Rider Jersey…I thought that was funny.
I rode in the field for a while longer and then it got hard and I caught the tired so I got dropped. I rode in and laughed about the idea of getting the jersey, then HealthNet director Mike Tamayo said I got it, so I had to get changed from my normal clothes, back into my nasty bikin clothes. It was awesome. I waited forever for the podium, but I honestly didn’t care one bit, you know? I was so stoked (still am).
Then I saw them playing with the jerseys and getting them ready and it wasn’t long till Dave Towle called my name and I walked up the steps and holy crap I was putting on a JERSEY. I always smile, but this was a special smile for sure. I tried to take everything in as I stood there on the podium. I tried to soak it all in, but looking back at the pictures, I realize that I failed miserably and it was all a huge blur.
I know this isn’t a huge deal in the grand scheme of great bike racers, but I know where I’m at, and I know who I am, and this is a big deal, and I’ll remember this forever.
As it stands now, this is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me in bikin. And tomorrow I get a call up at the hardest crit in America – Stillwater. Wow. I’m deliriously happy.
I celebrated tonight with some all you can eat PIE. Yes, I ate lots of strawberry-rhubarb, oreo, raspberry, and blueberry pie.
Hopefully tomorrow is a HUNDREDTH as awesome as today.
After this? Straight on to Ohio!!!
Check out pictures from today HERE!