"As we approached the descent the field was in full-gas mode. By now it was raining and 45 degrees. With every bit of road being used up, we were handle bar to handle bar fighting for position at 35 mph on wet, scary roads....
...On the descent we were up to 50 mph, and almost curb to curb, 10 to 12 guys across the road going all out in the rain....
As we hit the tricky parts of the descent, the first hairpin started coming up quickly. I hit the brakes to set up for the corner, and NOTHING HAPPENED! Within seconds I was rubbing the rear tire of the rider directly in front of me at incredible speeds.
At this point, I was really wishing that I made out my will before I left home. Time slowed down, and I knew that in the next second only two things could happen. One, I'm on the ground with something broken, or, two, the brakes would kick in and pull me back out of trouble. Luckily for me the brakes dried the rim enough that the pads could grab and start slowing me down.
Now the only problem was that I still needed to survive 40 or 50 more hairpin turns in the next 30 miles before I would be safely at the finish. From this point on staying at the front and as safe as possible was the only thing on my mind.
As we hit the second turn the field was yelling PIANO (Italian or bike language for SLOW DOWN), but one rider had other plans. As he shot off of the front I thought for sure we would see him down in the next turn, but if he survived we may have to wait until after the finish line to see him again.
The next dangerous thing was the tunnel, which we hit at almost 60 mph. With very little light, dark sunglasses, and dirt covering my face and glasses, it took all of the nerve I could muster not to retire from bike racing right on the spot.
As we entered I backed way off from the rider in front of me to give myself a little room, but then I realized that at 60 mph, no matter how much room I gave the rider in front of me I was doomed! Even if the first rider crashed and I was a ways back, we were all going down. But we survived that challenge and moved onto the next.
As we came out of the tunnel we weren't done yet. Now we were in a small town with even smaller roads. With obstacles throughout the road, riders were going in every direction to avoid the center islands. It was a cycle of hitting the brakes and sprinting like a mad man just to keep contact with the rider in front of you."