Well, right now I'm not really in the best of moods to report. So here is the bare bones.
In a nutshell, I had a sh1t race. I had a sh1t start and consequently found myself in the rear 3rd of the peloton. Moving up was nigh on impossible as the speed was unspeakably high. Then when we reached the climb of Michealgate for the first of 11 ascents, the race turned into utter carnage. About 20 or so riders ahead of me there was some sort of traffic jam, not a crash I think, but riders were stopping all the same. This meant that by the time I reached the top, and the long drag along it, I was chasing in a group of riders I knew would not finish the race. So after 18 minutes of the Lincoln, I knew it was over already. That is not a nice thought let me tell you.
I spent another couple of laps chasing, then the 3rd time up the hill, a load of the team cars had been allowed passed us. Though becuase of riders being dropped ahead, they were blocking the climb!! At this point, I was forced to a standstill. Re-starting on a 16% cobbled gradient is not easy, when I got over the top, I was on my own. After a while I realised the car behind was the broom wagon. Because of the rolling road closure in place, there was a strict five minute cut off. So I jumped before I was pushed, I looked round and shook my head, the car came along side acknowledged me, and disappeared off to pull out the group I was just in anyway. Rode the 4th lap to get back to the boss, and that was that.
I'm sure in a few days I'll appreciate the race, and the experience of it. But to come away having ridden just an hour of the Lincoln is bitterly disappointing. It was no-ones fault but my own, my usual ineptitude at bunch positioning letting me down once again.
Russ Downing won, no change there then, but credit where credits due, he was super strong.