Sadly, I feel all of these things would be far out of date only two weeks later. However, given my ridiculously organized self I just can't start something when I haven't finished the other.
I held onto the field as best as I could until I could no longer catch up. I rode most of the race solo before eventually being caught up to by two other women. I worked with them for the rest of the race and finished happily. I really did love this course. It had a bit of everything in a really tight figure 8 style set up. The neighbourhood was beautiful, the weather was ideal and the course was fun. Becky and I even won a T-shirt in a prime which I completely didn't believe. I still don't really believe it but hey, I LOVE t-shirts.
After the race we went for a tour of Dallas as we had a few hours to spare before our flights. The idea, of course, was to not get lost and make as few turns as possible. We pedaled along for an hour or so all the while talking constantly. When we decided to make our way back to the hotel we figured it would be as easy as a couple of turns. Well, it took us twice as long to get back as it took us to get out. A nice Texan man pulled over when it was obvious the two chicks in spandex and sexy bikes squinting over a phone must be lost. He tried (bless his heart) to give us a direct route back into downtown Dallas but it seems Becky and I are hopelessly directionally challenged. We went this way and that way and up and down and OHMYGOD everywhere. We would stop every few major streets and check the maps. I had almost eaten everything in my jersey (that sounds weird). My temp basal had run out and I didn't notice it because we were out longer than planned. I had one pretty bad low when we were supposed to only be 6miles from the hotel. 6 miles was a complete lie because it was way longer than that.
|The nice and concerned Texan|
|The bike adds a nice place to rest your head while waiting for the low to go|
I took this video at the beginning of our "adventure".
And in true Scully form, I nearly missed my flight. Ah, the stupidity this time? I thought my flight was at 3:55pm and it was really at 3:05pm and I showed up to the airport at 2:50pm. Needless to say I had to return to the Buffalo airport 2 days later to fetch my bike which didn't make it on the flight with me.
Oops? Gawd I'm SO stupid!
In conclusion.... I LOVED Dallas. The races were awesome and the fellow TT1'ers were kick ass!