Well, a masters title is nice. But.... I tried to be a bit too clever and regret it a little now. After spending the first hour on the front, I couldn't match the pace of Ash Hough and Scott Thorne when they attacked up direct road. Deciding to follow my Karapoti tactics and riding my own race I let them go.
Matt Gorter must have decided that I had a good plan as he decided to sit behind me. After an hour or so of this I got a little sick of that. If you're strong enough to stay there then do some work. He didn't. It annoyed me. I had my Masters title sewn up, and decided I didn't want to help him win a national elite title. After all it was Scott and Ash making the race, and they deserved it more than someone who was just going to sit on. So I went on deliberate go slow.
So when we still caught Scott and a blown Ash 30mins or so from the finish, I decided against attacking (as I should have), and instead tried to play the roadie game and set up Scott for the title I felt he deserved. All went swimingly until Scott cracked in the last 5km. Handing Matt the win. Don't get me wrong, he rode strongly, and probably smartly. It just goes against my nature. I believe you should do your fair share of work in a race.
So in retrospect, I'm a bit bummed. I should've attacked and gone for the overall. I still have my national champs jersey. But I felt I was the strongest. I tried to play games and it backfired. I should've gone for the overall. Next time huh?
Cabin cruising to the finish. Maybe not as exhausted as he should've been?