Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be this year. 
Two days before the race my mechanic had a bike accident and said he couldn't do support. My buddy who was going to be "camp guy", called the same day and said he couldn't come. That was going to make it tougher, but I was still ready to give it a go. 
The day before the race I started flying out. I made it as far as Chicago before the guy I was driving to the venue with (another soloist) called to say he wasn't able to receive my bike and all my gear for the race (I had shipped it out to him). That meant I was going to have to rent a bike and buy clothes, lights, helmet, etc.
At that point, I decided to cut my losses and headed home. Training all summer for a race and not doing it SUCKS.