On Friday, in the first race, I didn't have a really good start.  I was struggling to get clipped in (again) and my cranks were in the wrong position.  I didn't transfer in that race, I got fifth.  In the second race, I got a medium good start.  I cut off the UFO guy on the first berm (sorry!) and I was pedalling my hardest, but still, he passed me.  Then I cut him off a bit in the second berm as well, but then he passed me again and he kept his lead and had the advantage position in the third berm.  I did my best and came second and was really happy because I transferred.

The main event race - I got clipped in early at the gate and then I stood up and waited for the gate.  I got a really good start and was ahead of the UFO guy until the second berm.  I saw him come up beside me, and then, boom, we were both on the ground and I was struggling to breathe.  I had gone over my bars and landed on my head and my brand new, 3 hours old, Fly helmet was all scratched up, which I was the most upset about!

That was the end of racing for me that weekend.  My mom wouldn't let me watch TV or anything.  That sucked.  I chose not to race on Saturday.  My friend Rebecca had a bad concussion (in a crash with me!) earlier in the week and I wanted to be careful.

In both of those crashes, I was still clipped in!