SavageHoutkop
Veteran
- Location
- South Manchester-ish
I shall try, my little camera is a bit old now though - and how to recognise the cyclechatters?
SavageHoutkop said:I shall try, my little camera is a bit old now though - and how to recognise the cyclechatters?
Uncle Phil said:I've been wondering what to do with my camera while actually racing, since I'll be there all on my own. If I can find you, Savage, perhaps you can look after it and give it some use while I'm busy?
Don't be so sure but yes, I am a girlUncle Phil said:Another important clue to your gender arrived in that post
I was in the first 100 riders to start (race number 070), at the front of the "pen" from whence you have to run to your bike, unfold it and get going. 15 minutes' waiting - compared scars and war stories with a guy from Lahndon, who had had a bus driver arrested the previous day after being deliberately driven intoHooter blew, tape dropped, bike unfolded in about 10 seconds and we were off. No-one was sure at what point we were allowed to mount and ride, and I think I got on earlier than some others. I suppose I was about 30th or 40th across the "real" starting line; this is actually a massed-start TT, not a first-over-the-line race.
The first mile and a half was great. I got into top gear very quickly and overtook loads of people. Very little congestion as we were the first group, especially over the grand bridge which is very wide. God, I hate wearing a helmet though (first time in a whole 3 years), as the chin strap was giving me asthma and preventing me from opening my mouth fully. Did OK up the first modest incline, then there is a steep descent into the valley which defies pedalling and makes it impossible to pass. Then the hill struck. I didn't realise how long it is and went seriously anaerobic, getting passed by a few people. In the end I took some big bloke's wheel and got paced up to the summit, where the cheeky ambulance crew shouted something about having oxygen available. Then it was fast again for a mile or so, culminating in a rather dodgy drop to a narrow bridge with a big bump afterwards, gouged by the sump trays of numerous cars (of which more later). Then it was a slightly uphill grind against the wind to the finish line.
The second lap was a lot slower for almost everyone. I used bottom gear (still 57") a few times, although I seemed to catch most of the people who were passing me, and vice-versa. I took the big hill a lot more cautiously. Sweat dripping out of the h*lm*t pads - nice. Not quite in oxygen debt this time, we swept down to the small bridge where there were lots of waving marshals' flags - someone (female, I think) had come to grief on the bump and was laid out on the tarmac being treated by the meat wagon crew. It looked very nasty. I dragged myself up to the finish and stopped, feeling absolutely cooked. Hardly anyone else was there yet, which I suppose was a good sign, and I think I was the first to get a cup of tea in the Brompton tent.
It transpires that the family didn't actually watch the race, because the contents of the picnic basket were more interesting. Do you think LA has this problem?
The organisation was impeccable (and the food and tea afterwards were good) except that the diagram showed the timing chip being fitted to the RH chainstay, where it interferes with foldingOld hands were putting them on the LH side, but once the zip ties are on, that's it. I spent the first lap in fear of the thing swinging round and going into the spokes too, but it never budged.
So...I didn't win, and I certainly didn't manage "evens" either (about 18mph, I think) but I did finish comfortably within 30 minutes, so going in the "fast group" wasn't just hubris.