To the best of my knowledge there were no other club members participating in the Gorrick race at the weekend, so I'll keep it short.
This round was at Crowthorne, a blinding course with the rare combination of singletrack it is just about possible to pass on in enough places. Conditions underwheel for the Masters race were good; muddy, but not so bad the entire lap was a skidpan. The Gorrick Twitter feed had advised mud tyres weren't required and I plumped for the summer Racing Ralphs, crossing everything that I hadn't been mislead again after the Dancing on Ice rehearsal that was Porridgepot hill earlier in the year.
There was an end of term feel, as the last cross country race of the season and as there are only two rounds in the Autumn Classic the competition for series positions was not so fierce as the Spring series. Still, there was enough joshing on the line to know the competition would be serious to warrant the early start.
As a result of the rain in the week the course was different to those previous, and the entry to the Corkscrew was from a new angle. The same rules still applied: get the entry wrong and there is no chance to get back in the correct rhythm. A couple of deep drop offs and exposed roots kept the interest levels up, and it's not a very long race at 3 laps for Masters (13 miles).
After killing off the best part of my previous drivetrain in the Clwydian mud at the Ruthin Chain Reaction Enduro in September, I'd fitted a new chain, chainrings and jockey wheels. After years of doing so, this time I opted not to replace the cassette too. Big mistake as after the gun went, every turn of the pedal resulted in skipping. Shame really as I didn't have a bad start amongst the 35 or so Masters at the downhill start. After some highly unrecommended on the fly adjuster twiddling I managed to find four gears at the back that would hold and just stuck with them through the race.
Following the first lap the field split and the battles were few and far between. I had a bit of to-ing and fro-ing with another rider who was strong into the singletrack but fell to pieces during it. After getting by and then passing some vets I settled in for the balance of the race, which was afterwards fairly uneventful apart from the photographer's flash blinding me in a downhill shute and almost having me into the trees. The final results placed me eighth, which isn't so great but after four weeks enforced absence from the bike and any form of training with my hand in plaster, was good enough. Results are at :
http://www.timelaps.co.uk/assets/upload ... ter%20Male
The icing on the cake was just as I packed up to leave, the rain started. Looking at the photos later in the day, it seems the afternoon riders had a much harder time of it. Not quite as bad as George & Sylv mind.
Regards
Peter