The muscle memory came back and I remembered how to sprint starting with the second race of the night.
My bud Al Barouh pipped me at the line for points in the first race of the evening, and I think the brain fired a signal to the engine room.
The signal was the one that triggers the desire to race hard, oxygen debt is good, and give 100% when there's less than that left in the bank.
Quite simply, there's no point in looking back.
Rode aggressively the rest of the night to help a team mate win the scratch race and held on for 5th, placed 3rd in the snowball, and 4th in the feature.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
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