All that I know is that Crit racing after work is the only thing I wanna do to release built up stress.  In the cat4/5 race we had Aaron and me racing in a field of 51, on a lap that could fit 30 or less much easier: fun course though.

It was interesting to see how the field lined up; people seemed to understand where they should start and where they actually did.  This is proven by the fact that on the third lap there was a crash that split the field into two.  The front half contained both Aaron and me, all of the strong Buffalo racers, the strong Rochester racers, and some not so strong guys (a good group of 12-14).  The rest of the field was done; we would eventually lap them by the end, actually on the last lap.  The one stupid guy in our group managed to create havoc whenever he could, and there were three or four attempts to get off the front.  It was funny because every time some one would go I would have to let the Buffalo guys know if it was dangerous, or not (usually not).  The course was wicked fast on the back stretch (obvious from the start), and that all of the moves would be caught on that stretch without much difficulty.  We had a fairly consistent pace with some hard accelerations every once in a while.  When ever a strong rider went everybody jumped on to there wheel, not so strong riders were given more breathing room, a typical crit.  There were multiple crashes, tight course=crashes. Around six to go we had caught the last guys trying in vain to get away, and it became obvious to the strongest in the group that if we had any more accelerations before the end... we would slam into the tail of the peloton.  However, someone thought it would be smart to go hard, but not breakaway, and to run into the pack on the last lap.  So we caught them in the first corner on the last lap, everybody gave us the inside line (sweet) and i came out second wheel (one spot higher than my typical position in the race).  Stupid guy just sat on the front going as hard as he could, so I just sat behind him.  As soon as I went around the last corner I started my sprint, 250-300 meters, Craig and Steve slowly crawled up to me, and the race was decided in a bike throw: second for me (Steve you sneaky bastard), and tenth for Aaron.