The morning's torrential rain plus the day's strong winds kept the numbers down a bit at Palace this week. A dozen or so riders in the E/1/2's (including George & Sylv) and about 30 of us in the 3/4's.
There was a definite reluctance, myself included , for anyone to take the lead in the strong headwind into the start/finish straight first time around. I expect this is what gave Tattoo Man (if you're reading this, sorry, I don't know your name) the heart to go for the lone breakaway on about lap 6. I'd not long ago put in serious effort so was trying to recover a little. We were in around 7th & 8th place half way up the hill, and I could see he was going to make a break, but didn't have the energy to go with him.
Pace seemed a little up and down in the bunch, but I found it better up near the front, rather than towards the back where I rode on my only other Palace visit. Then I seemed to be sprinting out of every bend.
Still haven't quite got the hang of the left-hander at the bottom of the hill.
With 7 to go, the threatening clouds started to deliver a little rain, but fortunately this didn't set in. I'd visions of following Sylv's lead last week, sliding off into the trees.
4 or 5 to go and there was a crash as we crossed the start finish straight. 2 riders down. Later they were walking (limping) wounded, but appeared pretty shaken up. The bell was rung early as these riders were down.
Guess there was around 15 in the main group at the end. I'd assumed things would come down to a bunch sprint, but realise now that things are won or lost on the latter part of the hill.
Anyway, Tattoo man was long gone for a gutsy solo victory, I came across the line in 3rd. I couldn't get the wheel of the 2nd place man, but felt comfortably ahead of 4th.
Back to the crash. I think that I felt a nudge on my back wheel just before it. Don't know if this was the first guy to go down or the start of a chain of events? I was simply following the wheel of the man in front, not moving across the pack, or looking to pull out to overtake, so I guess somebody was overlapping wheels behind. The wind was pretty gusty on the home straight. Earlier in the race I'd seen somebody else get it wrong with overlapped wheels on the way down the hill. He just managed to keep it upright after riding his bucking-bronco onto the grass. There's not much I can do about what happens behind me, but it did take a bit of the shine off the finish, seeing someone still down and being attended to by the medics.