Wrap

Rode a few more nights of superweek, back blew out finishing the night in Shorewood, crank came off in Waukesha (I think I rode 3 laps), skipped one day up north somewhere, and finished the road race at Holy Hill (actually might have done okay if I realized we were finishing, but I also felt fairly apathetic towards the line).
A few fun facts:
1) There was a great guy in Waushea, Colin I think,who opened his shop back up for me after it was closed to fix my cranks and had the hard to find spoke nipple I needed in stock. A big thanks to the guys at Cyclesmith.
2) I saw a great fight between cyclists after the Evanston race. A guy from one of the local teams stopped on the barriers cooling down, and another guy ran right into him. They managed to have a nice slap fight and yelling contest while and Aussie and I cheered them on from 10 feet away him yelling "take off your heels!" and me yelling "Come on ya girls!".
It was awesome.
3) Milwaukee is much, much cooler than I ever expected. Dad and I had a nice brunch down by the shore at a cool coffee shop that was in an old water retrieval building. Right as we were coming out the door, a Ford Escort came slamming into the back of traffic squealing it's brakes and turning completely sideways before it stopped inches shy of the waiting cars.
4) Dad and I went on the Jelly Belly factory tour-or what should actually have been called a tour of their warehouse with videos every 30 feet. A little dissapointing, but it was still like an episode of "How it's made" which is fun.
5) Made the drive home in one long haul. Nothing like 9 hours straight powered by Rockstar and coffee.
6) Felt cool at Holy Hill when the race was delayed and I got to go sit in a nice air conditioned RV while Rock Racing had to lay out in the grass next to their Cadillacs. The race went pretty well, two short but intense climbs, and some wicked sections of crosswind. One of the hills was preceeded by a tight corner, leaving you with no speed to carry into the climb. One time, one time, I had momentum on the outside and the guy two riders into the apex from me blew out a tire, throwing him into the other riders, shoving them into me, and me off the side of the course into what I thought was gravel I could ride through.
It was actually soft dirt.
I had to come to a full stop, remount on the road and sprint up the hill to get into the back of the group which would have dropped me over the next flat section had I not made it back into the fold prior to cresting the climb.
Also was run off the road by one of Rock's champs-thanks for the eratic and unpredictable swerving. Forunatly, this time it was gravel and I sprinted out through it and into the group.
One day of rest and then I'm headed back to North Carolina for Crossroads.
Psyched.