Ground hog day again – the bunch all lined out and yours truly at the back trying to reconnect after the left hand switch back. Eight seconds of pain, a smidgen over 700 watts and I’m back behind the Cyclos Uno rider that gapped me after the turn. Shhit, my refusal to practice sprinting continues to be my Achilles Heel in criterium races. Out front, this automaton on wheels is absolutely killing it. In theory a circuit featuring so much headwind shouldn't allow someone to ride away from the bunch in the first few laps and take the win. It's not as if us mortals in the bunch were riding at club run pace either. Nevertheless, the automaton, bionic man or to give him his official name, Antony Wallis (Cyclos Uno) continued to kill us softly. Singularly none of us had the threshold power to get close; and collective, team and two-up efforts were also sadly lacking in juice. Once the lap board went up with five to go, I jumped, the big guy in green followed. We took turns for 2 ½ laps, three others crawled across, they sat on, I got dropped briefly, then chased back and annoyingly I crossed the line 7th again. Oh well, 3rd B cat so got some prize money
Average Watts 3.75w/kg
Average Speed: 24.5mph