***Credit to Cara Kropp for the picture
As I waited on the line, I sized up the competition. I learned from the Machine from Lachine, not to judge someone based on their looks. I didn’t think anyone would be very competitive, but I proved to be wrong. Right off the line, Fynn and I gunned it 300%. We tore the field apart, with nobody in our dust. We continued hammering for 4km, and we told each other when to go harder and if anyone was chasing. I looked back after a long straightaway, and all was clear. Then, right before Fynn pulled off, I looked back again around the corner and we had a pursuer! I kept a strong pace over and back down the hill, keeping our distance at about 10 seconds. I torched it up the next hill, in hope to discourage our pursuer, and opened the gap significantly.We kept it strong for couple minutes, then we saw him closing in. He made contact with us, and we all slowed down and kept an endurance pace. I pulled off the front and went in behind the OBC rider. His calves were huge, and I wasn’t sure whether his skin could keep them contained, then suddenly when Fynn pulled off the front, he made an attack. He accelerated quickly and didn’t stop, but he didn’t get far. He returned and stayed on the front at an endurance pace. Seconds later, he pulled off and slowed down, then I was at the front and kicked. He had to stand up to get on the back. About 20 seconds later, when I pulled off, he made a space between Fynn, who was now in front, and himself. I filled the space, but slowed my pedalling. I made a gap between fynn and I, and soon it was several bike lengths. The OBC rider behind me realized that Fynn had a gap, and he had to fill it. Fynn sped up, and it made it even harder for the guy to get onto his wheel. I sat in his draft as he brought me back up to Fynn. After Fynn, then the OBC guy pulled off the front, I attacked, and kept it for about 300m. We slowed down, and played cat and mouse for the last lap. Whenever the OBC rider seemed suspicious of an attack, I sneekily pulled him over to the side of the road and blocked him from going. I did this countless times, and I succeeded. I didn’t want him to attack, because if was able to catch Fynn and I earlier in the race, then maybe he could pull a flyer. We came to the last 600m, and there was a rise, a curve in the road, then 300m straight to the finish. He was at the front, then attacked the hardest of all, up the hill, towards the finish. Fynn covered his wheel, and I took Fynn’s. He lead us out to the 200m mark, then Fynn sprinted around him, and I just followed Fynn’s wheel. We celebrated 20km before the line, but we knew we were safe, because he was a ways back. The whole race, we did little things to beat him down, and although he could accelerate like the cars that ride on the track, by the end, his legs were too bogged down to compete. It was a brilliant team effort.