Gran Prix Gloucester: Rough & Dusty
There is something really special about Gloucester. Maybe because it’s a race I’ve gone to for years as a spectator long before I started racing, or that it’s so close to where I grew up, but I’ve never had a bad time in Gloucester. Last weekend was no exception.
My results don’t really matter. I felt lousy Saturday but poured everything I had out at the end to fight off an attack in the last 100 yards. That was a win for me.
After my race I joined friends from a million years ago; people I had not seen in nearly 30 years. <read:I’m old> after 8 hours of bad party food and great laughs, I went back to my mom’s and was out cold by 9pm.
Sunday I felt recovered. The cold symptoms I experienced Saturday seemed to wane and I had a better race overall. I finished alone amount the middle of a strung out field. After I met up with friends again to enjoy a bit of spectating.
I really have to give a shout of appreciation to Paul Boudreau, the race director and everyone who works with him and volunteers to make this the very professional and special race that it is. Gloucester never disappoints.
More photos of the 2 days at Gloucester…