What a horror show. I arrived late and had just enough time to throw my gear on and get to the start line, hopelessly underdressed. I reached the first corner and could not feel my hands, and there was a small man try to force his way out of the back of my head with a blunt instrument. I did my usual hanging around the front waiting for a break, but nothing really took off. I decided to stop after 3 laps as I was in so much pain and cold, but I had a stern word with myself and hitched up my skirt. The last lap was probably the slowest. I was second wheel coming into the straight, but went to soon and got passed - no real zip in my numb legs. I think I was around 10th ish. Staright into the truck, heaters on, hot cup of in coffee in Belfair. Stopped shivering around Gorst...The most fun you can have with your clothes on.
The start of the spint finish - that's me in the blue - it's looking promising...
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