From this place.
This, of course, is the Subway in Wahoo. Jon and I went there today on the way back from the training crit and I had to take a picture. I thought the shitty van with the ghetto open door definitely added to the photo. Incidentally, that van is worth a few hundred bucks tops, but has thousands and thousands of dollars in bike equipment inside it.
Anyway, I was standing outside the Subway taking a picture. I've eaten at my fair share of Subways, but this was the only one I had ever been to that was made out of rotting plywood. Jon walked in and the two employees were staring at me slack-jawed (which I think was an unrelated condition). Jon told them that no, this wasn't the first Subway I had eaten at; in fact, this was my 1500th Subway. I never eat at the same one, and I take a picture of each one. I'm sure this ridiculous story just made them think I was even crazier, but it was hilarious.
The crit was not so good. I finished 11th out of 12, and that 12th guy dropped out really early in the race, so for all intents and purposes, I was last. I got dropped on the second to last lap and the gap just kept growing in the wind until I quit trying to close it. All things considered, though, I think it was good. I was competitive for almost the entire race even though I have done zero training this winter. Once I get some good miles in my legs, I'm sure I will be able to race well in the 4s.
Almost crashed. It was really, really close, and the resulting nerves didn't help me when I was trying to stay on the pace. Joe Savoie and I touched wheels and I almost went down, but my first thought was "God, I can't crash Munson's bike." It looked like this. But, you know, not quite as bad ass. That's Contador when he still rode for Liberty Seguros. And when that team still existed.
Oh, and Ian Grey soloed off the front for the win in the 1/2 race, in a move that surprised no one. And he rode to the race from his house in Lincoln.
