Yes, big thanks to Toks and Huw for organising and running the event yesterday, we all certainly appreciate your efforts, thank you. Also thanks go out to Aodan for photos, and Kieran for taking up kitchen duties, and anyone else who helped out
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With a fully strapped up shoulder, I have been able to ride the bike without too much problem over the last weeks since my crash, only missing about a week in the saddle (very lucky really). But with rubbish legs during this week
, I wasn't that hopeful about the race. A nice gentle ride on my own over to Hillingdon seemed to loosen them up though, and I felt a lot better.
A beautiful day helped the great racing. Sylv was super aggressive throughout, initiating most of the attacks. Rich joined him for their first effort off the front which lasted a few laps, but they were always in view and it was only a matter of time before they were back in the fold. The second of their efforts was different though. Joined by a third rider (I'm sorry I don't know your name), they stayed away for quite a while and were out of sight almost before the rest of us got our sorry arses together. It was a bit of a mess to be honest. Every week we do thru&off on the club run and we all do it pretty well, but yesterday it looked like we'd never done it before
. Granted, this was a race and everyone has there own agenda in a race, so you just have to get on with . It did make it a tad touch and go as to whether we would catch them though. Anyway, a big [size=150]CHAPEAU[/size] to you guys in the break, a really cracking good effort
Inbetween their breakaways, other smaller attempts to get away by other riders went and came back. It was never boring, you were always waiting for the next attack to come, and it always did. The mid race prime didn't get too many riders digging into their sprinting reserves, leaving just me and Mark to battle for the substantial prize pot
Back to the breakaway - Sylv and co were knocking out a good pace lap after lap, with the rest of us making no inroads in to the gap. A few of us were putting in some decent efforts on the front, but it wasn't cohesive and the gap stayed constant. It started to get a bit tense with around 8 laps to go, the gap was big, we weren't working well together, and the possibility of us not reeling in the guys ahead was becoming a reality. I think this gave a us a kick up the backside and the stronger guys in our group seemed to dig a bit deeper. I was feeling pretty strong and I knew there would be no sprint unless we all came together. Everyone was hurting, it was obvious. The head wind in the back straight was energy sapping, so this was where we could claw back some of the gap each lap. I put a few big efforts in along with a few of the others and the gap started to come down. With 4 and a half laps to go I did my turn down the back straight and then flicked the elbow for someone to come through, but as I looked around I saw I had a gap back to the bunch - everyone really was hurting
- what do I do now? I decided to go for it and try to get in to the breakaway. I managed it but it took me 2/3rds of a lap and I was now cooked, bigtime.
Me getting across to the break probably took the wind out of their sails and with some chasing from Paul and Keith (I'm not certain who), a lap later the whole bunch was now on our tails. We were all back together with less than 3 laps to go but I'd done too much and needed to recover for the sprint. Paul had other ideas and with 2 to go he attacked. Two others jumped on his wheel and I realised I had to too, this was too dangerous. We didn't get far though as everyone else had seen the danger and busted a gut to get on the train. The next lap was very nervous and somewhat pedestrian. Obviously no one wanted to lead out the final lap, who would. But someone had to be at the front and it happened to be Mark, Matt behind him and me behind Matt. Unbeknown to me, everyone else was fighting to get on my wheel
. Then out of nowhere came a big white flash sprinting down the outside on the back straight. Crickey its Marek, I thought he'd gone home
. Quickly he had 50m and no one wanted to chase him down. It looked like a brilliant move on his part and he could possibly steal the show. We all looked at each other realising the situation. Mark quickened his pace, and then Matt took over (i think). But then on the bottom straight section I found myself on the front with only Marek ahead, but he was still 50m ahead. Damn, this was too early for me to go, but what could I do. I pressed on the gas pedal a bit and looked behind me, I'd stolen a couple of metres. I had to go now. Still with 400m to go I put it in to a big gear and went for it. Sitting down, full beans, up the hill, I quickly caught Marek. My legs were good and the finish line was approaching, and there was no sign of anyone on my wheel. It worked out perfectly. I had time to sit up, raise my arms in the air and enjoy the moment
It was a race that had everything in it, and the standard as a whole has gone up substantially. I really enjoyed the whole thing.
Well done to Ghaleb for winning the B race and well done to all those who don't race often or who had not raced before.
Well done Addiscombe CC for a brilliant year. I must pick out Sylv especially, absolutely fantastic. Brilliant consistent results all year, from Crystal Palace to Surrey League to Time Trials and everything else he has raced in.
Steve