Oh Fridays. Another day of attacking on the lunch ride, aka World Championships. I held my own for half of the ride with the A group. I knew exactly when and where the split would occur, a long grinder halfway through the loop. I found myself off the back. I wasn't the only casualty on the road, as I caught up to one of my coworkers.
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