Lucas Euser Two-man breakaways on days that look good for sprinters are about as successful as making it off the Titanic with a life jacket. It sounds good, but let’s be serious. It’s highly unlikely you are going to succeed. I wish I could tell you I barely survived and was victorious in the end, quieting any naysayers. But today went the other way.

On the first lap, the initial move of 12 looked promising, but cooperation was nil and we conceded defeat. After a lightning round of attacks on the next lap, I found myself up the road with one other guy.

Though doomed from the get go, that glimmer of hope that the rescue boat just might appear in the nick of time kept us going. Alas, we were caught with 10 km to go and the nasty finish hill saw Trent hang to finish with the front group.

A domani! Ciao, ciao!