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June 29, 2008

Sunday driving

I could use this opportunity to get on one about numpty drivers in Richmond Park (which park of "no parking outside of the car parks" and the solid white line denoting no overtaking on Broomfield Hill are too hard to understand?) but it would be much akin to the colour remake of Psycho.

Instead I'm just going to sling up a link to my muxtape (it's an online mixtape) featuring some of the tracks I like listening to when I'm out on the bike enjoying three laps of the park. Yes there may be a tendency towards mid-90s British indie but it's what I grew up on and what used to be on my walkman when I headed off on my BMX for an adventure around Surrey. The rest of it is all stuff that makes the time go by not much quicker but more enjoyably.

Check out my muxtape


According to the computer I was averaging around 26km/h today without pushing myself too much which I'm fairly happy with as it includes the slightly more leisurely ride there and back which pulls my average down.

It was great to see a few young kids out on the road with attentive parents watching as they gingerly rode round what must be a pretty daunting ride for a young kid given the traffic and terrain.

And while I was tootling around the park my girlfriend was enjoying the Italian national champs on telly over there. Jealous, much?

June 28, 2008

It's in fashion

Hat tip to Quickrelease.tv for this one:

Watch skinny cyclist with dodgy shades

which is actually a story about fashion and cycling.

Topshop have picked up on cycling as one of this summer's trends which is amazing for so many reasons. Here's a few of the key ones:

  • Cycling as fashionable
  • The most dominant arbiter of taste in the high street switching on to cycling as something their target audience should enjoy
  • Women being encouraged to cycle (yes, everyone should but women are hugely under-represented on the roads for various reasons)
  • The message is that you don't have to be a sweaty middle-aged man in ill-fitting lycra to enjoy riding a bike
  • Cycling is fun

OK seasonal trends come and go every six months or so but they leave a trace in the wardrobes and psyche of the nation's shoppers. If it means that next summer there's still a few more people who love their bikes, I'm happy.

Now all we need is for a big men's retailer to get the message...


June 20, 2008

Itchy, twitchy and fruitless

Last Hillingdon for a few weeks was a dismal affair. Everything about it could be found on a list of reasons why most people strive to get out of the 4th Cats as quick as they can.

There was the terrifying nervous atmosphere almost from the start where you are immediately ill-at-ease following the wheel in front of you because you just can't tell what they are going to do and the chilling noise of a heavy crash wasn't far off.

It took a few laps but on the downhill bend someone decided that they couldn't hold their line round a corner which you don't need to brake into and which is comfortably wide enough for half-a-dozen riders to get round abreast. Across they came and down went several riders, in a clatter of bikes, bodies and shouting.

I was sitting fairly far back from the accident so was unscathed but one of the riders came down hard, vaulting over their bars and landing in a crumpled heap of the sort Robert Millar so aptly described as looking like they'd fallen out of an airplane. As no one else had got as far as checking they weren't seriously injured I thought I'd stop and check then hop on when the bunch came back round.

The rider who'd come off worse was one of the Agisko-Viner girls who has been riding with the men, and very much holding her own the last few weeks in the bunch. I stayed until the first aider arrived and she was in more medically capable hands then went back up the finish line to check it was OK to rejoin as if a lap out.

I asked afterwards and she had quite a nasty concussion and had injured her knee as well. Her friend who rides with the 4ths as well was going to drive her to the hospital to get her checked over, despite her own protestations that she'd be fine. Hope she recovers quickly as she's pretty much one of this season's "familiars" in the Hillingdon 4ths - those riders who've not chalked up the ten points to move up but who are there most weeks and enjoy their racing and actually say hello to each other from week to week.

The rest of the race was increasingly twitchy with people braking unnecessarily into corners and switching lines for no good reason. With what I reckoned wasn't much more than the three laps to go there was a break away of two and I tried to bridge up betting that it was better to try and get away than chance it in a bunch sprint given the race thus far. I thought I'd got the gap but one of the familiars was on my wheel and we'd only succeeded in dragging the break back.

A lap later the "3" came up. I swear the commissaires do that to wind me up. That's about the fourth time this year I've been on the front or just come off it when they show the board. I think I need to work on my timing.

No points again and now a two week period when I can't race due to work commitments and can probably train even less. That's a right bind so I'm trying to figure a way to fit riding time into it all by commuting to where I'm working.

I can't believe we're almost at Le Tour already and I haven't even mapped out my watching schedule for it.

June 16, 2008

You can't win 'em all

Last Tuesday's Hillingdon was a race I was never going to win. My lungs were still feeling trashed from the weekend so I mentally prepared myself for just staying in the race and maybe being there at the finish. I rolled in 27th or so but happy not to have blown or worsened my condition.

Since then I've been out for the Saturday Park Ride and gone out the back of two groups which suggests that my rubbish lungs might be down to particularly severe hayfever/allergies this year. Or me just being not as fit as I should be when faced with anything that looks like a hill.

Tomorrow's my last Hillingdon for at least a fortnight due to work commitments so I'm toying with the idea of trying to make it count. I've said that before though and look where it has got me.

June 10, 2008

Smithfield Nocturne: Thomas the Engine

For British cycling fans there's two ways of seeing the big names who've made it to the top flight of the sport. One is to watch them disappearing up the road in a local race when they're still not old enough to legally buy the Champagne. The other is to look out for rare events where they come to ride such as the Smithfield Nocturne or the National Championships.

On Saturday night Geraint Thomas really amazed me with his performance. Sometimes riders can turn up to criteriums just to wave to the crowd and pick up their appearance fee. While Geraint waved to the crowd he also did a lot to earn his money by demonstrating just how much a rider gains from crossing the channel and competing against the best in the sport on a daily basis.

Smithfield Nocturne Elite Crit 2008

Striking is how fast the race was. Some estimates clock the average pace at 50km/h and more. In a thread on veloriders you get a picture of how fast the race was:

"To give some perspective; the support 2/3/4 race was run off at ~2 minutes per lap. In the elite race, the first lap (from a standing start and people still clipping in / manoevering in a tight bunch) was a 1:30, it averaged 1:22 for the first 10 laps with the fastest lap done in 1:15..."

What was impressive was that Geraint never looked like he was straining or working too hard. Maybe he's got a good poker face or maybe he really has stepped up a level in ability from completing two out of the three Grand Tours in the last two years as well as bagging World Championships on the track.

His composure on the bike was a real joy. There was that graceful stillness on the bike that tells you that you are watching a class rider - back flat, elbows softly bent, head still and the bike swaying less than a shy girl in a slow dance. At one point I swear he went into one of the right-angle corners flat out, looked under his arm to check where the rest of the break was and then took a quick swig from his bottle.

The contrast between his composure and the others in the break (Rob Hayles, Dean Downing, Graham Briggs and Simon Richardson) was clear from the moment it looked like they would stay away to the finish. While the others looked like men fighting to keep the bike travelling forward and their bodies from rebellion, Geraint was smooth and controlled in his attacks

It was hard to doubt that Thomas could win it, despite the assertion from the commentary position that he didn't have the best of sprints. So when he came out of the last corner ahead it was fairly nailed on that he'd put the hammer down and hold off the challenges. As his manager Claudio Corti has said, "There's a lot you can do with a man who can ride at 60km/h for four minutes".

Impressed? You bet I was. I can't even sprint that fast on the flat.

June 8, 2008

Smithfield Nocturne 2008 - how not to ride


Folding Bike Race, originally uploaded by waterboyzoo.

I'm going to write more about it tomorrow but thought I'd post something quickly after finding this picture of me on Flickr. Why "how not to ride"? Because at that point I'd just toasted myself in the press race (10 laps at VO2 Max anyone?) to come last and then gone straight into the final of the folding bike race on legs that might as well have been shaped out of soup. I own that lanterne rouge and one set of very rattling lungs.

June 4, 2008

Cold, wet and rubbish

Terrible night's riding last night at Hillingdon. And that's without factoring in the torrential downpour that made sure it was an evening for the brave and foolish.

Thought I was going to go well and that the smaller field would work in my favour. It didn't. I couldn't get warm and struggled to get going.

After chasing down a couple of breaks early on I started to fade and then found myself going out the back in that really painful, slow manner that is far worse than totally blowing up and promptly being spat out.

You just dangle a bit, a gap appears in front of you and, like chewing gum being slowly stretched, lengthens for what seems like an eternity before snapping. It pisses me off more than anything in bike racing when it happens and hasn't happened all year so far.

I'm hoping I'm not coming down with something ahead of the weekend. I've resorted to hiring a folder from Velorution as my mate Steff's is in the mender's with a broken spoke and I am utterly determined to win something this year, even if it is a folding bike race at the Smithfield Nocturne.

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