by Toks » Mon May 28, 2007 11:24 am
[quote="Adam 'Petacchi-Boy' C"]I did maintain the ACC-Mosquito alliance however by giving Paul Richards a lift back to Redhill.
Just to keep the whole we like you, you like us vibe going and to ensure race reportage junkies still get their fix here's Mosquito Bike's Paul Richards take on things.
Prologue
Y'know, people often ask me, "Paul, what's it really like being a top rider in a Grand Tour?" So I thought I'd give you all the opportunity to experience with me the ups and downs of a stage racer over the next three days. I'm staying alone at my dad's house with no-one else to talk to, except three podium girls, so I might as well.
I just got back from the prologue. I got 5'22 over 38 miles, which was faster than anyone's ever cycled before, except with rocket boosters.
There have also been some interesting political developments. The first person I met at race HQ was none other than my racing nemesis, Fit-For's John Heaton-Armstrong. I'm not sure if he remembers having a go at me for not helping him chase down Jason that time (apparently he found my failure to cooperate typical of North London riders, the weirdo), but if he does he's pretending not to, because he asked if I could help him take out an exclusion order on Jason, who's been stalking him.
I also met Ruth Manly (she's after me) of Rapha Condor, who turned up with Giancarlo Cecchi, her disgraced former teammate, sacked by DS Gabellini for battering the Rapha Condor Rider's Cod last week. I think he's her boyfriend. He told me he wished he had my talent, and he seemed a thoroughly nice-ish chap, who's raced twice in the Giro! 2002 and another year, I can't remember, for Saeco, with Il Piccolo Principe. It made me wonder if there's a way we could sack Jason.
I'm off to take in some heavy nutrition now, then visit Ruth in her hotel room. More news tomorrow.
Stage 1
It turns out 31 riders went faster than me last night, which makes me fractionally better than the average, or at least the median. Ruth from Rapha got a better time than me, and she's a girl. The winner was a guy from the Kingston Wheelers, who didn't actually have a pointy hat, but did have a time trial bike. I fondled him today and afterwards he said the trick is to hammer it on the downhills as well as up.
The stage today was 46 miles; 8 laps of a course with a steep hill (at the top of which was the finish), followed by a long drag and a twisty descent. I tended to lose places on the descent, because I was scared. With reason as it turned out, because I narrowly avoided a pile-up there. My new mate John, Addiscombe's Adam Cotterel and another rider went down. Adam was in a bad way; nothing broken I think, but he was out of the race. Shame, because he got a good time in the prologue. John got back up but finished behind the bunch.
On the first and fourth laps I got into breakaways that didn't last very long. There were a couple of other breaks, but none of them stuck, until the last lap, when a rider from the Manchester Wheelers attacked on the drag and just rode off on his own. At least, that's what I heard he did; I was quite far back by that time and couldn't see. I finished something like 20th, in the bunch. Ruth got dropped on the last lap, which surprised me because she'd been looking strong. The Manc is probably in yellow now; I've no idea who's KOM or sprint leader, but it's definitely not me.
My recovery strategy involves taking a cold bath then eating as much food as I'd normally get through in a week. Let's see if it works.
Stage 2
I wish they'd put my race's results on the internet, because it's hard getting a sense of who's where on GC. I found out I was 28th after yesterday. The yellow jersey wasn't in fact the Manchester Wheeler, but a guy called Jeremy from Ride Venture, who'd been second in the prologue and second yesterday, with a small time gap over the bunch.
I should be a bit higher today, because I got 12th place, and managed to get some time on the bunch. It was a fantastic race, everyone eyeballs out from the start, covered in filth, water spraying everywhere. There was a mammoth steep climb and then a long sweeping descent into the wind. We only did 3 laps instead of the planned 4, (40 ish miles) because the first aid car turned up late.
It was gruppo compatto until the climb at the end of lap two, where the bunch split. 11 riders went up the road, and me and John Hinton-Whatsit bridged to them, except he made it and I blew just before I got there. I was then in a chasing group of 5, which included the prologue winner (from Kingston) and my new racing pal Philip Murrell of FPCC. I did a lot of work on the descent, mashing 53x12 into the wind, making everyone hurt and looking ice-cold like Jan or someone. We passed Hinton-Thingy who'd punctured, the poor bastard. He's had bad luck this race, but come back fighting both times and I take back everything I said about him.
Then, a nasty sharp left onto the final climb; I jettison my water and settle down for a couple of minutes of serious suffering. Mr Kingston takes off goat-like in front of me, and I can't go with him, but I can take a fair few seconds out of the rest of my group, who are struggling.
Have to wait for tomorrow morning to find out the GC implications of all of this. Then it looks like the final stage is hilly like today's, so hopefully the field will string out again with me near the front. Got to go and clean the bike now. Ciao.