It was a good race for me really, except that I got tangled up in a bad wreck going down the side of a mountain in South Carolina. There were a bunch of cyclists there, most of them amateurs like me who ride for the fun. There were some pros too, because there was a prize of a few thousand dollars for the winner. I have been trying to ride up front with the big boys and that was how I got caught up in it. A chiropractor in cumming had to patch me up and get my back back in alignment three days later, but when I hit the asphalt I was not even thinking about that. I bounced up and I looked around for my bike. That was not so simple of a thing to be honest. There were about a dozen riders and their bikes involved in the wreck. Like me most of them just had no place to go when the initial incident occurred right in front of them.
I was all cut up and I had a bunch of bruises, but the thing I worried about was my bike right then and there. I found it and figured out that it was basically okay. The chain had come off of the gears, but I got it fixed and I got back on the bike and I took off. Of course at the end I finished way back in the back, but the time was what I was interested in and I could not help thinking about the fact that I had lost several minutes laying on the ground and then fixing the bike. Obviously that does you no good, but I think that I am getting pretty close to being competitive. However you could only truly get there by doing it full time.