Who'd a thunk it? A bunch of Men in Black could organize a tactical approach to a Cat. 5 race, which is usually about as organized as a heard of squirrels. Well, not me, and apparently none of us either. However, Luke Seeman, in his infinite racing wisdom, came up with a plan, and we stuck to it for a xXx victory. Since we had a majority of the field, we could tire the rest of the contenders out as a team and save some racers with gas for the finish. We attacked constantly in pairs (sometimes in threes) and I went off the front with Jared once and led the field for a lap and a half. AAfter getting sucked back into the pack, I had a dicey moment when I heard a warning behind me. I stayed on my line, but continued to hear "No no no!" behind me, so I assumed a squirrel was all over the place back there. My assumption was proved when I felt my back wheel being rubbed for what seemed like an eternity. The evil whine of rubber on rubber abated, and was immediately followed by the horrible sound of a crash. Once again, my lucky chicken saved me from a tumble. After the crash, we re-organized and I attacked again with three laps to go. I can't remember who I went off with, but he launched off me and we started stringing the pack out. By the last lap, I was burned from the lead-out effort and settled into the middle to try and move up before the end. I wound up in 39th place, but I think all of our attacking efforts led to a full xXx podium at race's end. Great work everybody! And a special shout out to master tactician Luke Seeman for setting up a game plan that worked. Vive les domestiques!