As I entered the chicane, I turned back momentarily to get a sense of where my competitors were.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Robbie McEwen, the three-time Tour de France sprint champion, was on my tail, just a few metres behind.
You mentally prepare for situations like this but you never really know how your body is going to react when it comes to the crunch.
I put my head down, slipped into a high gear and started really going for it. The time for leisure cycling was over.
So there I was, mere metres from the chequered flag, adrenaline pumping, beer belly threatening to break through my one-size-too-small Spandex riding suit, pedalling my rental bike like my life depended on it.
Still, I could feel the champion gaining on me.
With one final burst of energy, I lunged across the finish line, victorious in the UBS Cycle The Circuit race.
I threw my arms aloft, and then quickly put them down again because I was losing control of my bicycle.
Regardless, it was a historic moment for me. I had raced a cycling champion and won.
OK, to be fair, McEwen did not know he was racing me.
He was at the end of his race.
I was still on my first lap.