My night went really well right up until the last sprint.
I managed to stay with the lead group the entire race. There was one guy off the front who never got caught. It was a very sporadic pace, with a lot of slowing right down before corners and then really hard attacks out of them. That sort of style is going to crack anyone in the back half of the pack, so I tried to stay in the front 3rd. It was a harder overall pace than other Caleb pikes I've done, and lots of guys were losing contact with the lead group. I didn't hit start on my Garmin, so I'm not sure how fast the pace was.
On the last lap on the bottom straightaway, a group of 4 broke away, Bob Cameron was in there for sure, not sure who else, and the guy in front of me couldn't keep the wheel. I had to jump around him and bridge back up, which was way more work than I wanted to do on the last lap, but it was either that or let the group of 4 ride away at that point. I managed to catch them, and drag most of the rest of the group back right after the corner on to the back stretch. Then there was about 15 seconds of playing around and the attacks started to the finish. I managed to get about 6th place coming down the hill, and as the sprint started, I started to come around with a clear line on the left, and was thinking I was actually in a position to come around and contest it.
Then, all of a sudden a guy right beside me made contact with another rider, and almost went down, his bike jackknifed sideways and then came veering across toward me. At this point we've got to be doing around 60km/h, with at least 10 more guys right behind us. I thought I was going down for sure, and there was nothing I could do to avoid it. Scary feeling. At the last second he managed to partially right himself, I braced myself and we hit shoulders. I think the contact helped him get his balance back. At that point the sprint was done for everybody except the 6 or so guys right at the front who were just ahead of the mayhem.
I looked around as I recovered and started to come up the hill, no longer pedalling very hard, and looked around. I didn't see anyone, and thought I was by myself. As I came to the line, I got knipped for 8th place by a guy in an IRC jersey who I didn't even know was there. You can see the look of disgust on my face I had in myself for letting him get around me. Funny.
Results:
http://duanebc.com/raceresults2010/VCL% ... _28_10.htm
Photos
http://duanebc.smugmug.com/Sports/Victo ... 9758_B6M6z