So, I headed out to Rocky Ford, GA. Population: 3 which swelled to about 30 as people far and wide came in for the Nestor Cup. It’s a cool little club race put on pretty much for free and very much on the DL. Typically teams of 5 are formed for the series and then they duke it out for the overall and the right to call themselves the Nestor Cup champion.
Itching to open my legs up, a crew of Charlestonians descended on the race for a little change of scenery and some elevation change. The race started at 10 with a super neutral roll-out for the 3-lap/63 mile race. A break of about 7 went off in the early part of the race which dwindled down to 2 after about 10 miles. I bridged up with 1 in tow and started to drive the break for the remaining 50 miles. Just about to start the 3rd lap, one guy popped pretty dramatically as I turned around and I couldn’t even see him on the straights. Just into the 3rd lap the other person who was pulling (4-man break, 2 men pulling *sigh*) front-flatted. And as soon as it was down to 2, the other dude sat up stating he couldn’t keep my wheel. So, here I am, 3′ lead with 15 miles to go in a 105-degree heat index. What’s a boy to do? Stop at the local gas station and refuel, that’s what! So, I stop, mid-race, fill up on gatorade and some soda-pop only to come out of the gas station and see 2nd place now become 1st. I roll the rest of the race, happy to not be dehydrated after drinking 5-bottles and a soda-pop in about 2.5H.
