OK, so I finally participated in the weekly Thursday night Camarillo Criterium last night. The hard-core racers are FAST! Total mileage of their race was 25 miles (50 laps) in one hour. I did about 42 to 44 laps in the same time. Not bad for an old man on his first crit race since college.
But on about the 25th lap, I’m leading a small group of about 4 riders going into the last turn pushing 22 mph. All of a sudden one of the guys behind me shouts to me to watch out. At first, I thought the lead group of racers was coming up on the inside at the turn. So I move out a little bit going into the turn. The next thing I know there is the hood of a car right next to my front wheel (maybe a foot or two away from me)… car tire screech (her), bike rider cussing her out (me), near mahem (all of us). This BIMBO driver was actually trying to pass us up on the right side going into the turn. What a F***ING idiot! There are 50 bikes riding around this business park at race speeds (as they do EVERY Thursday night). How can you be so clueless to not see cyclists racing? And how is it I can nearly get nailed by a car during a bike race?
Good thing there were no small children around to hear my colorful language… although, any kid within a half-mile radius probably could have heard me!
Now it’s time to wind down the hard-core riding to prepare for the Cool Breeze Century next Saturday.