3/4s
If you didn’t know I’ll tell you. The racing weather God lives in a pokey single bedroom flat in London SE19. I haven’t really got time to get into it now but – a combination of the ‘butterfly effect’ and the fact he’s not mad keen on Tuesday evenings and possibly some other complicated stuff you wouldn’t really understand always determines whether racing at Crystal Palace is a goer or not. There; so now you know. Highbury, Angel, Elephant & Castle, Camberwell, Dulwich Village and final I’m a stones throw away from London’s very own Eiffel Tower. One swooshing descent later and I arrive in the park to find Maurice Burton’s son in a two man breakaway (Youth race) – testament to the fact, choose your parents carefully and you to can ride your bike very fast
The first lap is always a wake up call. I hit the drag at tempo and cruise towards the line on my lonesome – thankfully it’s just the warm up. I meet a wall of cyclists at least six bikes deep and manage to negotiate a little bit of real estate for myself in the second row of 3/4th riders. The commissionaire effuses about circuit filtering changes, the lap board, bell signals and keeping to your own race. He wishes the E12 riders “good luck” and 30sec later we follow.
I’m tentative and it shows. After three laps I’m in the back quarter of the bunch. The pace is manageable but inevitably it’s still hard work. I’m not sure how many of us there is but I’m constantly fighting for wheels with numbers 61 and 58 so it’s definitely a big field for Palace. Five laps in and I start to plot my route to the front. But it’s thwarted but my rather rusty bunch skills, a failure to hold wheels on both significant bends and any number of annoying thirty and forty something blokes who seem to think its big game of “Simon Says…”
We all make up the typical racing demographic of course but that’s not the complete story. Upfront tonight 15 year old, Hackney CC rider, Tao Geoghegan Hart is riding like a pro and just a few years older 54 year old vet Quentin from Mosquito Bikes is beautifully ensconced just behind the front ten places. I bet he probably negotiated the whole race on an average of 200 watts. One of my team mates Steve is also riding well – always in the top twenty places while Kieran my other club mate is chilling near the back with me. At just over the half way point things ease up a touch and I slide up into the top twenty.
“I thought we’d lost you’, muses Russell from Norwood Paragon. “Not yet”, I reply smartly pretending to concentrate. Unfortunately despite five years of racing I don’t do concentrating very well especially not in big bunches. Inevitably, bad positioning sees me return from whence I came. It’s cool! I tell you what’s really cool though, the guy in front of me on the black Pinerello Dogma and the Light weight wheels. £8000 baby!
Someone presses the accelerator on lap eighteen and I have to put in an ugly teeth gritting effort to stay in touch. A lap later I can hear Mr Dogma breathing heavily. Not so cool. I smile to myself and slide past him next to the super composed Quentin. Damn I’m very Jealous. It’s a good turn out tonight. Lots of new London Dynamo faces are peppered throughout the race; the 2nd biggest race crew are local Dulwich Paragon. In fact for a few laps I sit on a guy with the power tap wheel just for the heck of it.
Four laps to go and I brush handlebars with Mosquito bike owner Phil; we negotiate mini groups of pitiful looking dropped riders all mostly compromised by ‘threshold” shortcomings. Number thirty-eight, in a ridiculous tangerine get up, is all ‘elbows and knees’ and I annoyingly concede space to him one too many occasions for my liking. On the last lap I round him and a few others whilst emptying my anaerobic tank on the final surge up the drag. My first race of the season is thankfully over, fifteenth place I reckon.
Well done Sylv. 10th in E12's i think