





I entered the masters sprint tournament. Before I got to the track, I didn't fully comprehend what a big race the TVC really was. Even in the masters field it brought out some of the West Coast's fastest guys. Part of the draw was the (unofficial) Masters Keirin World Championships on Saturday night. Multiple national and I believe even world masters champs were signed up to race.




Right off the bat, I was outfoxed in the 1st round by Andreas Vogel. He led it out, confoundingly never left the lane, and just kept dieseling along. I waited and waited to attack, floating high above off the rail. But I waited too long: By the time I finally jumped, I thought, "Shit, he's going pretty fast now!", and I couldn't come by. I've just learned this is called being "put to sleep". Chapeau, Andreas!


And it was working pretty well, too! Abers was coming up, but I was giving it more and it felt like I might have this one, when he dipped down a little and we just every so slightly banged knuckles. Now, it was just like a little love tap, but I've only had contact during a sprint a couple of times- that sort of thing is pretty frowned upon in the amateur ranks in Japan (even though head-butts and open aggression are completely accepted amongst the pros), so I'm pretty green when it comes to the rough stuff. I hate to admit it but I backed off a hair, perhaps enough to lose it. And lose it I did, by half a wheel or less.
Dammit, but it WAS a good one, and fun. I don't know if other people feel like this, but part of the fun of a good sprint is that even if you lose, if it was tight battle, there's still a satisfaction to it. I still get all giddy if it's a close run thing, win or lose. Maybe I'm strange that way. In any case, Mr. Abers, thank you for the lesson, sir.
But finally, I'm a bit ashamed to admit that in the 5-8th place minor final I didn't really give it my best. Yes, I was tired, and 5th through 8th place? -Who cares? But that is a crap attitude, and every opportunity to race should be a chance to use everything you've learned. Otherwise, why are you there, right? So no excuses, I wasted an opportunity. A half-hearted 7th. Not to suggest that the whole day wasn't still loads of fun...


Next weekend, it'll be Masters State Championships, followed two weeks later by the big one: Masters Nationals at the storied Trexlertown velodrome.
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