The Rumble @ Reddick!

There I am, proving once again, that I am bad enough to escape the pack and ride alone. All be it I made have only ridden alone for a couple of minutes I heard the silence and wondered, where did they all go.
The morning was humid, the track was slick, technical and backwards. To top it all off, I was riding into the unknown cause I didn't know what to expect since I didn't practice it the day before. All week other riders spent the best of their time talking smack to me on a MTB forum on the internet. Although I enjoyed it, I got several riders gunning for me, wanting to defeat me, wanting to beat me. What do I think about that, I think its great. I love the press and I love playing with their minds and getting them to believe who is faster, just with my words.
As I made my way to the line, I made sure to keep a straight face. I don't want to show any emotion, I want to show a poker face. Make them see how focused and intense I am. As we lined up, seconds before the horn went off, I heard a rider, making that stereotypical Indian sound you can make by smacking your lips and going OOoooooo oooO. Instead of angering me, it got me fired up to smoke up the track. As we launched from the start line, I quickly made work of 15 other people and got into second place as we hit the tight twisty track. I kept the pressure on the rider infront of me, Not bothering or worrying about the people behind me. I would intentionally run his rear tire with my front tire, putting on the pressure. As we made our way to a 12 foot tall clay climb, he didn't have enough speed to crest it, and neither did I, anticipating his dismount, I dismounted quicker, ran passed him, and made my first attempt at an escape from the group.
Well, I had a couple of over the handle bar leaps to escape the bike that was falling from under me in the off camber terrain that I was riding in, slick, rocky dangerous downs and ups, it was an adventure to continue my escape and it was not long, before three riders caught and passed me.
Soon thereafter, two more passed me, One right after I smashed my right pedal. I didn't even notice that I had damaged it beyond repair and kept riding. Shortly after the second of the most recent two had passed, we approached a muddy hill that could not be ridden and while he walked, he slipped and feel on his chest and I ran right pass him with bike in hand. Shortly after that, I caught the other guy that had passed me and ran right passed him as he faltered on a muddy climb. From that point on, I rode my hardest, and ran when I had too, eventually finishing in fourth place. The best finish of my career. What can I say. The whole thing was a sheer pleasure and the competition was exciting. But, I want more, I'm hungry to make my move to the number one spot. So we will see if before the season ends I can wind up at the front, all alone, finishing alone... Now that would be Super Sweet. One more pic, the second one, shows my team mate in the feed zone handing me a bottle. Its hard to tell from the picture, but I was going super fast!!!!