It was a while ago now but I?m sure in the nineties `the Prodigy` had a hit record in which the driving force was this a manic metal Mickey sounding character who promised to ??take ya brain to another dimension?. Funnily enough I was almost launched into space at Palace on Tuesday night by three equally manic humanoids hell bent on taking my brain or rather my pain to another dimension. Yep! Menacingly decked out in red, black and green the Brixton Cycles trio stood innocently on the start line along with, Tim, approximately 35 others and myself.
The race started at 7.15pm and the B.C. led train quickly established itself so we all jumped on board. The train reached warp speed coming into the second of two tricky hairpins and a quick glance at my heart monitor confirmed the lung pain and muscle strain: 90 % of my max. HELP!!. Yes indeed, even as someone who teaches under tens I don?t remember ?follow the leader? hurting this much. Thankfully, after 5 laps the pace slowed so that us mortals probably wouldn?t need oxygen masks at the finish. Nevertheless it was still extremely fast and riders were being smartly dispatched in two and threes on nearly every one of the remaining 22 laps. When the train finally reached the finish line at 8.10pm I?d manage to out jump one of the torturing zooids and claim 6th spot. Things are looking up; two weeks ago I was mercilessly shaken off on lap six. Take care Dudes