Viva La Mexico

   

Finally the opportunity to take a trip to Mexico. I haven't been there since I was about 15. I use to go with my teammates when I was racing for Major Motion Development. I was excited, I love Mexico, everything about it, the culture, the food, it was just the break I needed. I got the call from a good family friend who's like my uncle, my decision had to be quick considering he contacted me Wednesday and the race was that Sunday. I was game for it so he booked me a ticket and I was off.

   Race day was here and I wanted to win. I felt good and I've been riding enough to pull a rabbit out of the hat if things went my way, but fate had other plans. On the way to the race I flatted a tubular with no spare. 500m down the road, I heard a snap and my seat seemed to be lower. When I went to raise the seat the post came right up and off in my hand. "This was not good". I went to tighten the post back at my seat height and the bolt kept turning. "Great" I got to the race and the guys I road over with did everything they could to help me stay in the game. We tried putting some flat fixing goop in the tire to plug the hole but the hole was to big. The only thing that was left to do was rip off the tire and put a brand new one on 5 minutes before the race. Oh yeah, I wanted to win that bad! We figured there was nothing we could do for my seat so I took the 5 minutes I had left to try to warm up my newly glued wheel. 

   10 seconds till start, "I'm going to win" is the only thing going threw my head. 5 seconds to go I'm thinking "man my luck". The gun sounds and we were off. The race was hard but I was feeling pretty good considering there was a few attacks but only a few that caught my eye. Me and the guys riding with me kept a close watch. 2 laps to go and there was 2 guys 20 seconds up the road I was in the position to win, a few teams hit the front trying to bring the 2 man break back with no luck. With one to go I was sitting top 10 and on a 4k circuit that was a good position to be in. Coming into the sprint, that low seat height was getting to me. 1k to go there's a crash in front of me pushing me from 10th to in the 20's. With 500m to go I just went for it and I ended up 6th. I couldn't help but smile, what a prize, 6th place is not so bad considering how the day started.