First of all let me say that when I turned up to Casey.... no no no.... when I woke up in the morning.... I thought “I can’t be f***** today, especially not after downing a few beers at a bday dinner last night”. Then when I turned up at Casey, I said to Neil... “no f****** way am I spending ANY time up the front today, not until the last 100 metres”.... “ NO SHLECKING WAY!”
Anyway.....In the windy conditions at Casey, two crazy people (one male and one female) broke away on the very first lap. The 17 riders of E grade left behind laughed off the idea of chasing them and decided to let them wilt out in the open windy hot conditions. Three laps later Neil together with one other broke away as well but very quickly they were joined by a gentleman I know from Sandown who is committed to his breakaways if supported ... that’s when I decided to join them. Long story short ... we joined up to the two in the initial breakaway.. then a few laps later dropped the woman and one other... and then there four. Worked really well together all the way to the end almost finishing km in front of others (some from peloton dropped out due to us being soooooo far in front)..... last lap we all agreed to split the money but sprint for the finish. With 200 meters to go there were only three going for sprint .. Neil started sprinting first, while me sitting behind in the 3rd position waiting to pounce like a Russian bear on an English bulldog and with 100 metres to go I thought “if he beats me I’ll never hear the end of it”... So I surged and crossed the line in front of Neil by two or three meters ..... me first, bulldog second ........ LAID gets a quinella .....THE END
The fun started Friday when I decided that it would be good to give the 1 in 20 a crack after work.
The lead up:
Despite having my heavy training wheels on and not that many carbs I headed on out into the late arvo sun and fairly strong headwind. As I work in Kilsyth its only a few km to the start of the ride which means their is little time to warm up and climbing on cold legs is always a challenge.
So I get to the Basin and start the climb around 5pm. As expected within two minutes my legs felt like lumps of lead and twice in five minutes my speed dropped to 12kph or so. I was really struggling and nearly called it a day, but eventually decided to crack on with it.
I kicked my pace up to 20 to 22kph for the next 2km finding the going hard. Once the false flat arrived I remembered some advice from my mate Ian, who said to get a good time you have to hammer it here, but not so much you blow up later, so dropped a couple of gears and hit mid 30’s, flying along.
Rounding the end of the false flat brought my back to earth with a bang, as the incline kicks up and my speed dropped to 18kph. Digging deep I forced my legs to turn over a few rpm higher and again got the speed up to low 20’s. By the time I rounded the last corner and could see the finish line I was finding it a grind but didnt give up.
Today the sun was up and warm, and the wind strong, forecasting to hit 70kph plus by the end of the day. in the morning when we arrived it was around 30kph and blowing across a flat windswept track.
We warm up and decide that with a massive headwind up the back straight that no one would be able to break away and survive, and it would end in a bunch sprint. How wrong we were!
The race had around 20 entrants in E grade, a little down on normal, but unsurprising with the wind. A few of my other cycling mates were here in other grades including Ness in B grade and Kaos Jo in our race.
Shortly after we caught them myself and Serge saw two other riders looking strong and we pushed up the pace, separating about seven riders from the main pack. I suggested that we were making a break and we should work together but at this stage it was a bit casual with no-one wanting to really make a big effort to ramp it up.
At this point we knew we were safe for the top four places so sat up for a couple of laps and slowed the pace knowing noone could possibly catch up alone and with the headwind. The bell was called quite early (and probably partly due to half of our grade having dropped out at that point). We rounded the second to last corner and into the strongest wind on the course, dropping us to low 20’s kph. At about the half way mark I jumped off the wheel in front of my and gave it everything I had, kind of expecting Serge to be on my wheel but i didnt see him.