Lesson learned. When you're doing all the work to catch somebody off the front in a scratch race, and you pull off what you think is a paceline and the dude in the fancy kit behind you says, "Don't give up now, let's catch him," just yell back, "If you want to catch him then take a fucking pull."

Don't just buckle back down, tow them to the leader, and blow up.

Stupid scratch races.

Finished 3rd in a miss and out, though.

I do sort of wish I didn't have twenty five miles worth of riding in thick traffic to go to and from the velodrome - though the short skitch off of the scooter piloted by everybody's favorite bike racing Hungarian cartoon character was fun.

Anyway, what can I expect after a week spent barely riding - well, every day, but nothing serious - you know? It's time to buckle down if that's what I want to do. Wednesday track races. Friday morning road bike rides. Sunday evening sprint workouts. Commuting, of course, for base miles (whatever those are good for*), and intervals in central park if I'm going that way.

*I can ride all day and never tire.