The race got started and my start wasn’t as strong as I would have liked. I slotted into second position for the first half of the lap and then made the pass on the back section of the track. As we entered the final set of turns, starting with a fast left-hander, I was firmly in the lead and then it happened. The front wheel started pushing. “No problem I got this,” I said in my head as I put it a little lower in an attempt to reduce lean angle. Then there was the sound, the sound of the front tire howling as it was fighting for traction. I tried to save it, but eventually there was no hope. After pushing the front for 100 or so feet, I fell, and slid, and tumbled, and stopped in the gravel trap. I was okay, so I signaled this to the corner workers (what an amazing group of people they are) and then sat and watched the race from the tire barrier.