A couple of years ago I remember this stupidly strong newbie 3rd cat winning a 2/3 Surrey League race I think he's a 1st cat now. He's name's Cameron Austin and he rides for London Dynamo. Here' s his report from last weekend.
San Fairy Ann Spring Circuits: Hog Hill 27/03/2010
I never really do training races, in the same way that I never really train “Steady”. After failing to get a race at the first Premier Calendar event of the year up North, I decided to salvage the weekend, and do a couple of these “training races” and race miles; thinking about what lies ahead this season. After riding out, unscathed through the Essex wilderness I signed on: Number 13, after No. 12: J. White Cycles Premier. After being told that I need to be more mercenary in my tactics I decided that I was to become Mr White’s shadow, gambling on marking the best rider there.
The race rolled out fairly steadily and on lap 3 I followed a wheel, the slightest of accelerations not even out of the saddle, and the next time I turned around 3 were away. A Cambridge CC chap, a mysterious figure all in black, and myself. Immediately I eased thinking with 27 laps to go this was somewhat unwise. Looking around I saw a figure in blue with exceedingly well embrocated legs coming across the gap. Cycles premier represented in the break: game on. Next lap Ishmael Burdeau of Viner joined us, (from nowhere…) at this point I committed a little more each turn as I remembered witnessing Burdeau single-handedly decimate an entire peleton each and every lap over the mountainous Beachy Head circuit: with the two strongest guys there we would probably stay away.
The forecast showers arrived and the Spring Classics look was favoured by all riders. The break was working well and holding the gap to the bunch when White pulled up, alarm bells started ringing as countless times I have continued working when I should conserve energy as the members of a break realize their venture off the front is over. Next time around White re-joined after taking a lap out for a puncture. Break still away and holding the gap.
Unfortunately it wasn’t Cycles Premier’s day as White punctured another tub and went home. Puncturing out of two breaks on two consecutive weekends is tough. Clinchers and metal Cervelo a good idea in hindsight, as the bunch seemed to decrease in size and inclination to chase. The gap started really going up, with the wet tarmac the bunch was nervous and slow. After a double shot and a gel the caffeine in my system soon led me to believe I was the Captain and Chief of the break: shouting encouragement at the halfway point. I reckon this was probably where I worked a little too hard, coming through strong keeping the momentum may have been un-economical.
With about 10 laps to go Burdeau started really giving it the beans up the hill, everyone was ready for it and after trying to talk him out of it we just sat in. If he wanted to drive it into a headwind uphill he was welcome to it. I was feelling pretty strong and made sure I was in a good position and only pulling through on the tailwind back stretch. Witth 5 laps to go Burdeau and I were taking turns to attack, just testing to see who could follow, the mysterious guy in black was quickest to react, Burdeau looked tired, most probably from his bridge effort early on. With three laps to go Cambridge attacked after the hill, I covered easily enough but noticeably with no work from anyone else. Stupidly I thought this must be because they couldn’t help as there were no more accelerations at the capture.
The break had almost lapped the bunch now and the pace went down to nothing. In hindsight clearly the best time to attack, as everyone tried to recover, but I wanted to leave it to a sprint.
We heard the bell and Cambridge went again after the hill, I was slow to follow due to positioning, but hit the front and closed the gap to about 20m, surely the dude in black had to come through now, stubborn bastard. I had now pinned Cambridge, Burdeau was dropped and this guy clearly didn’t want to win. I did: Mistake. I held the gap all the way round, but knew when we hit the bottom of the hill he would sprint past, having settled for 2nd place.
3rd and disappointed to learn that the Toffs were teammates, one not having acquired and light blue kit. Of course he didn’t want to come through.
We live and learn.
Cam