Tuesday, 8 October 2013

8/10/2013

6am NRR:
I should start by saying I cheated today, in more than one way. Not only did I have race wheels on, but I'd had caffeine before the ride too. I'd rather not give back the BP sprint win, but if the IOC request it, then I'll accept their judgement.

For me the ride could be best described as shenanigans. Youngie was enthusiastic, putting in attacks down the highway. I played a little early, but kept most of my tinder dry for a bunch shattering effort up my favourite hill and a crack at the sprint. The former happened almost exactly as planned, as after a lot of tongue biting and soul searching I reached the top to find 2 riders on my wheel, a gap, then 3 riders, then a gap before the bunch in single file.

I sat back in after that, brimming with self congratulations, enjoying watching as the attacks started coming thick and fast from Brighton. First Drew Ginn, then DK, then Youngie, then Youngie again. Around into Ormond Esplanade the pace eased a little, someone was being left on the front... you could feel the nerves growing.

When the hit finally came from Andy Naylor I was on Luke Jones' wheel. I asked, and he delivered me across the gap, and let me go into the head/cross at the canal. It was too early for me to ride to the line, so I unloaded myself to try and give those behind me a good acceleration into their kicks. The speed number ever so slowly creeped up 57, then 58km/h. I could feel someone wavering on my wheel, I kept pushing to try and give them a final flick to 60, but my legs were telling me they were done. The speed slowly dropped, but no one was coming around me. So, I kept fighting to give whoever was on my wheel the benefit of the sit... then turned to see there was no one left. I'd ridden everyone off my wheel.

Strava link.

D: 46.1km
A: 196m

Commute:

D: 17.2km
A: 87m

PMPW: 96kg

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