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In that I was first off the lights (trackstand yo), then he vommed* passed. I gave as much chase as poss, and caught him up when he had to slow for a turning car. He clocked me, let me catch up along side him, then said "little bit faster" and pulled away from me a couple of metres. I caught him up and this repeated four times until the end of the rd. Thighs burning, fun times, CSB, etc...
*noise of crabon at high speed, not sicked over me
In the sense that every race has a looser [sic]?