I started the night by working registration. I think I had at least seven "new" people register. These were either returners from last year or folks brand new to the track.
We certainly missed some of the gals, but Allison came back and held her own out there. None of the Wolfpack dudes made it out to dominate that C race either. Eduardo wasn't there to push that A race, but Devin finally showed his face and did a nice job working some tactics.
Last nights races were some slightly longer ones, and we even had the opportunity to run two different Juniors races! The races were as follows:
Scratch Race (5 laps)
Snowball (9 laps)
Points Race (20-30 laps)
Miss and Out
For those not acquainted with some of those races, here is a brief description from our friends up at Northbrook
It seemed like all the races were running pretty fast. It was kind of a strange night as far as weather goes. The day had been pretty damn hot and really freaking windy. By race time the sky had clouded over pretty good and for those of us who occasionally use shadows around turn 2 and into the straightaway on the backside of the track, it just wasn't happening. The wind was especially strong it seemed as soon as you hit turn one and continued until turn three. Midway through the night it had either died down considerably or we were all just acclimated and the heat had let up as well.
The races were wrapping up and us ladies had just finished that brutal points race (which somehow always seems to be a favorite of mine. What does that say?) and I was peeling my nasty kit off when a man approached the track. He was tall and lanky with greying hair and a patch on one eye. I said to myself "Some local's first time here and he gets to see me change my nasty shorts, awesome." This guy seemed to just be some guy rollin by who decided to see what we were all about and asked Steven about the races we were doing. Soon I forgot that he was there, he had sort of wandered off, but when the races were all over he asked Steven if he could ride his bike on the track. With the go ahead he again disappeared, presumably to get his bike. The next thing we knew this man was sprinting around the track, in full kit, on a fixed gear with Zipp wheels. I was amazed. After a few laps he again disappeared. He returned on a different bike, tucked into an aero position, once again on Zipp wheels. Where did this track sorcerer come from? It was then that my attention was directed to the hearse he had arrived in. It was complete with a roof rack and license plate proclaiming residency in Kansas City. He sprinted and sprinted some more before breaking out a final bike more insane than the rest.
Imagine this without the shock, as a fixed gear, full carbon, and aero as fuck.
I left before I could see what else he might pull from the magic hearse. I was hungry and needed a shower, but hopefully the dark track sorcerer will return and give some of his magic sprint action to the rest of us.
The end.
p.s. Thanks again to our wonderful officials, those who help to set up and break down, and anyone bringing new folks out to race. Every bit helps!
-Molly
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