A few weeks ago my mom and I went up to race to Cincinnati for three UCI races. My field had 130 people in it and I started in the highly-esteemed 90th or so place every day. The first lap of day one I was up to 12th when I broke a spoke. I kept riding because I'd just passed the pit but I had to unhook my back brake and was kind of sliding the corners a little bit until I got my other bike out of the pit. I ended up in 18th place, so not too bad. The next day I started next to Red Zone rider Drew Dillman, my roommate at the USAC road training camp. He starts crazy fast and passed literally 70 people in about 15 seconds. I need to learn how to do that.. Anyways the rest of the race was mostly passing traffic and I ended up sprinting for 12th. Drew won. After the race I had a chance to talk my friend from mountain bike camp Matt Phillips (aka Skinny Matt). Sunday I had a good start and passed 85 people in the first lap to get to fifth. Then I watched Drew come around me going a good 5mph faster than me. Ouch.. I crashed and lost a spot or two but ended up sprinting a guy for 7th (my mom is pretty sure I was sixth). He was yelling a lot so I stayed away from him after the sprint. Drew won by like a minute. He gave me his fancy Rapha cross jersey prize because he already had one from the day before so that was really nice. We also saw Kim Bishop and Aaron form the Tri-Cities. Oh, we watched the pros on the second day with my cousins and my cousin once-removed Emma (she's 4). She drew a picture of me! She really likes the ringing the cowbell at races.
