Sprint to the bridge?

After this disastrous race weekend, Duane and I decided to rework our training. The plan was to begin with a month of base training, but that idea went out the window Tuesday. Brian aka Brownie (no idea?) came up to finish his testing and then we went for a 38 mile ride. I was suspose race at the oval, but was coerced into riding with Duane and Brian. The ride was going to be easy, but that lasted about 6 miles. Once we were on Tanoma road, the sprint fest began and we kept attacking one another. They finally wore me down and I barely made it up Fulton run. Hopefully Duane will understand that these two supercharged legs outlast him in the sprints. At least I can admit he can outclimb me. Overall, neither of us were a match for Brownies pulls, must be the sick time trial training.