My brother, John, yelled at me to smile for the photo.
I felt strong the whole race and had my best ever finish.
I must have repressed the horrible sight I saw because I don't remember what it was. Maybe a foreshadowing of what was to come.
My last lap was marred by a crash on the asphalt. We had a long section of trail followed by asphalt. I was drafting off a rider while on the trail. After we got on the asphalt I cranked it up and passed him on the right. Unfortunately for me, there was a small corner of grass section in my way and it was in the middle of a slight right turn. My front wheel hit the edge and slid out from under me. My skin slowed me down. I was still far enough ahead of the other 55+ riders that I didn't lose my place in the standings.
But looking at the bright side, I came in third place.