Most sprinters would be happy with a second place finish by a margin of five points in an endurance event against a current multiple world champion track cyclist, but not this one. Wolfpack Hustle was once very, very dear to me and my history with the dog tags is long and gritty, featuring freak mechanicals, broken teeth, and a string of podium finishes, but no dog tags. I wasn’t expecting to do well because of the format, but when I realized how close I came, my gut wrenched as Roadblock put the tags around the world champ’s neck. At that moment I would have preferred last place to second. I’ve never hated losing as much as I do now.