I was just leading out J.J. and Page, but we opened up a gap.

There's bound to be one crash a race. I've been in races where there hasn't been a crash. It's not a given, but it's not a shock.

The course takes its toll. These climbs are the hardest. They're not very long, but there aren't any other races I do where my forearms are cramping and my fingers are locking on me by the end. We're using muscles in our bodies that we normally only use when we're doing a field sprint.

I made a note to myself not to let that happen again this time. This is not a good course to let someone open up a small gap, so I made sure I was always sitting second wheel. Stay with whoever was attacking, and be ready to close down a gap if need be. I didn't care if that meant the whole group stayed together.

At the end Kirk Albers (Jelly Belly-Pool Gel) put in a huge effort that helped bring it back.

It was loud, and it looked extremely bad.

I'm about as concerned as Jack would be if he read that I was practicing to compete in the Masters.

All things being equal, people will do business with a friend; all things being unequal, people will still do business with a friend.

We took it early with seven to go. I tried my best to stay out of the wind until the end.