Ok here we go then - just for Nick!...From what I remember Saturday was definitely not one for the fair-weathered cyclist; but for myself and the other ACC peeps it was business as usual - forty blokes doing forty odd miles, all decked out in full winter gear. I was in Monty?s group?s and it was a nicely disciplined affair; everyone doing regular turns on the front; cycling's very own squad rotation system. Who knows perhaps we could teach premiership football managers a thing or two. At CSS the departing temperature was approximately 5 degrees but by the time we hit the lanes beyond Redhill it was a degree above to zero. In all senses of the word, we we're 'chilliin'. Not quite as much as Kevin though; he was having a miserable old time stuck by the roadside fixing punctures - not easy to do when you've got frozen digits.
As we approached Charlwood Monty sacrificied himself in true Captain style and led us out for for the sprint. There's something almost primeval in chasing down a lone cyclist and in no time at all a dozen agreeables we're blasting past Monty and on to Charlwood sign. A slight momentary indecision cost me dearly; before you could say 'where's Ajay? I was well and truly boxed in. Nevertheless I did get an armchair view of the winner snaking his way through the bunch. Yes indeed, doing his best Robbie Mac impression, Yohan secured his first Charlwood sprint win.
Later after the cafe and final pitstop a certain 2nd-cat-wanna-be launched a little 'catch me if you can' number on the ACC masses who were being paced back to London by Mike on his fixie. 1/2 a mile later, and I (2nd cat wanna be) was finally reeled in, mostly due to some good work from Cyclo Man, and Natty hat wearer, Huw Williams. Once we we're all back together I set about riding a hard tempo up the drag; many accepted the calling but only five made the final selection.
No other ACC member has climbed more hills than Huw Williams this year so I wasn't too suprised to find him sitting comfortably on my wheel as we surged up the drag. Rumours that he was smoking a pipe up the drag have yet to be confirmed . Only one person in the back-to-CSS-first group was smiling. In fact, not only were they smiling but this person was positively cajoling me into keeping the pace high. Naturally I obliged and we continued to cruise back to CSS touching speeds that would have four-wheeled types encuring 3 points on their licences. So who was playing Johan Bruneel then? Well it wasn't any of the blokes: Huw, Yohan or Steve. It was... Jackie Morgan-Smith of course!. Now what we're cycling weekly saying last week about this sport being a man's Man's World ... Happy Christmas and a Happy New year to you and yours Guys..... May all your cycling goals come true. As long as they don't involve beating me of course. Toks Adesanya