by -Adam- » Mon Mar 16, 2009 8:32 pm
Well, what can I say, what a frustrating race.
After last weeks battering, I was determined to be a part of the race. With the start sheet significantly less strong this week, it was a much easier race.
However, having spent much of the later half of the first lap jumping around trying to get in a move, I drifted back a bit for a quick breather, only to return to the front and find a break had gone. Now although there was some firepower up the road, there were also plenty of people capable of winning still in the bunch. The general consensus was that it would return at some stage, with a final lap or so of fireworks where the winning break would be forged. That wasn't the case however, the break was never over a minute clear, often in sight. This meant there was opportunity to get across, try as I did, I just couldn't seem to get in the right move to bridge. Equally frustrated was Billy Joe Whenman, this was practically his home race. He gave me a bag of Sport Beans whilst we were chatting, so I joked that it was some sort of rolling sales pitch (he rides for Sport Beans - Willier)!
So it came to the last lap, and I couldn't make up my mind what to do. I was really wanting to try and jump away solo and even if I didn't make the break, at least get a decent result. But I just didn't have the bottle. On the back of three heavy weeks training I knew it would hurt, and I was sitting really close to the front and there were several opportunities. But each time I just thought, no, I won't make it. So I then made a crap job of leading out my team mate Josh for one of the dodgyest sprints ever. There was a crash behind me somewhere, apparently the guy was ok, but carted away in an abulance all the same. I was severely elbowed out the way by on of the other Sport Beans riders, therefore Josh was pretty much left to fend for himself. He did grab 5th from the bunch sprint, which unfortunately meant 21st place. I had freewheeled for the last 200m and subsequently crossed the line in a very frustrating 33rd, mid table mediocrity sucks. The result belies the form that I have building.
But there you go, thats racing. Theres always next week right? No wait, that's Belgium!! Aaaaahh, in for another kicking me thinks. The Omloop Bissegem, U23. I don't think the phrase 'baptism of fire' is strong enough!