First off, huge thanks to Toks, Huw and all involved in organising todays fantastic Addiscombe road race. Without these guy's putting in all the hard work, none of us would be able to do what we like doing, racing
Rode over to Hillingdon today with Brian R, taking a slightly longer route than was planned, but after a punture and zig zagging (slight exageration) our way across west london, we arrived with plenty of time to spare.
Bloody hell, how strong was that wind today
At first I thought this would be an advantage for me as 'the workers' at the front would be tiring themselves out, battling the wind, while I would be getting nice shelter from it by the group that I would be at the back of
. As it happened, because the wind was so strong and blustery everyone was getting hit by it, even those sitting mid bunch. This made the race a real tough, no hiding slog
With all the hype and banter over the last month or so, today was more than just a race. Marek was trying to hang on to his crown as champion for the last two years. Could he make it three
, that would be a fantastic achievement. Stu had been dreaming about this race in his sleep for the last fortnight
. Could his dreams come true? Would Adam race or not- zzzz zzzz
Of bloody course he was going to race. Bragging rights were at stake and everyone wanted those rights for themselves, so unlike all the races I've been in this year, where you know there will be another one next week and it didn't really matter, this was different- this mattered- no one wanted to lose
Today was about making lots and lots of decisions
These decisions make the difference between winning and losing. Do I go with this break or not, if so, do I go now or wait a few seconds
Do I help to close a gap or will that break come back to us
With Keith making so many breaks off the front, decisions were constantly being made, some turned out to be right and some, unfortunately, wrong. But thats racing
With the strong wind and the constant breaks (and no one wanting to 'lose'), chasing down these breakaways lacked commitment and sometimes ended up with six abreast, with everyone saying "I'm not going, you go". This probably led to the final break staying away - more later.
At times the pace was super fast and other times very comfortable, but for some reason I never felt strong today. I was doubting myself and having negative thoughts. With about 20mins to go I was thinking to myself that when the next break goes I'm going to drop out as I won't be able to go with the pace. Get a grip of yourself Steve, are you some sort of wuss
Anyway, I got my mind back on track and knuckled down.
The best break was when Keith and Hal stayed away for what seemed like ages. Hal semed to be tired from his efforts, but Keith was only getting started. with a lap or so rest, he was off again, then again, and again, without doubt the most aggresive rider of the day
So with 5 or so laps to go, and everyone now feeling pretty tired, the final and decisive break went up the road. Not sure in what order they went but Keith, Paul and Stu found themselves a good 80m ahead of the main group. Right, don't panic we have 5 laps to get them back.
Then the chase started
The pace picked up and the commitment was there. Yes, we'll get them easily. Sylv was at the head. He did a good job and we were catching them. Adam took over and also did a good stint. Me next! Here was one of those decisions
Do I put in a big effort or a small one and pass the baton
It was a no brainer really. If we don't get back to them we can't win anyway so lets do it. Head down arse up I pulled us back to about 40m. Job done I thought, as Stu and Keith had looked round and seen us. Next one through will get us back on and we will all be back together once again. Not
. As I pulled out to let the next one through, no one came. Dammit, we had them and now we've let them go again. Big mistake
By now Paul had cramped out, so we were chasing only two. 2 laps to go and Marek realised his crown was slipping out of his grasp. He jumped to see if he could bridge the gap. No one went with him. He had 15m on the rest of us and I realised this could be a good opportunity. I jumped too and got Mareks wheel. He was pushing really hard. I looked round, we had a gap. C'mon Marek, you da man, pull us back to those two up front, you can do it. Then those 'encouraging' words from him tore right through me. "F**k*ng come through, come on, you got f**k*ng legs havn't ya, c'mon"
. I knew this was only to spur me on and to help us keep away from those behind. Funny though cos' I did as he said. It was like an order coming from high up the ranks.
Unknown to both of us, Adam had bridged the gap, bringing Richard with him. I was now buried thinking "can we catch the front two", but seconds later my legs started dying and it was all over. Marek went past, followed by Adam and Richard, who eventually both went past Marek. Adam looked as though he might catch Stu and Keith but came up 20m short.
I rolled in sixth, which I'm pleased with, although ultimately I wanted to win, just like the other 16 or so riders in the race
Congratulations to Stu and Keith, both great prformances. Stu that was a very mature ride from such a young'n, well done!
Great day, great racing, great people, Great Club
Up the Addiscombe
Come on people where are the reports for the 'B' race