We finished 4th overall, and were improving in every single race. Aidan and I were unable to recover a lap lost to 2nd and 3rd, and it cost us 2nd overall. Twice - we were so close to gaining it back . . . but one amateur butchered exchange would tragically foil our plans. In the final race, on the final night, after many near death experiences and close calls, fate finally caught up to me. I got stuck behind an exchanging team and hit the deck with track burn all along my right side. Aidan covered for me, while I jumped up and down and yelled profanities at myself on the infield - before promptly getting back on the bike, thrown back into the race with my ass hanging out of my shorts, and won the next 2 sprints to a nice applause from the crowd!