by PhilBixby
Sun May 06, 2012 4:17 pm
I'll kick this off as it's a good excuse to put my feet up after today's Minty's Memorial vets race at Scrooby, near Doncaster. Plenty of Clifton elderly gentlefolk on the start sheet, with Cam, Tim and RichD in the A/B race and Andy and me in the C/D's. And a great day for it - you can forgive a chilly northerly when the sky's blue and the roads are dry; it was still pretty definitely armwarmer weather but (oh yes) the knees were out!
Our race set off at speed; Donny Wheelers rider Fred Easton had told me after our previous race that he intended to "go from t'f***ing gun" and he was true to his word. Sadly for him there were about thirty odd riders who reckoned they should be in any break, and the first two or three laps were spent with attack after attack getting dragged back by a strung-out bunch. The pace eased a bit after that but the succession of small groups slipping off the front and then getting caught continued pretty much throughout; I got in a couple of them, missed all the rest. Then it all got a bit confused...
As we crossed the line with two to go, the fella operating the lap board had accidentally hung up the number "1", and to compound this he decided to move the bell just at that moment, so that on the face of it we passed "one lap to go" and the sound of the bell. Much discussion ensued in the bunch with the general view being it was a cock-up and just keep riding assuming the bell had yet to come. However, a couple of small groups got off the front and as we approached the line, the front half of the bunch did a slightly half-hearted sprint. Once past the finish the lads up front commenced turning in the road, with the rest of us shouting "No! No! No!" and barging past. Eventually the bunch strung out again for the "real" last lap and I tucked in somewhere towards the front - well-placed to watch Fred take off again with about two miles to go to win it. The rest of us came to the foot of the climb to the line in a road-width bunch, and I picked a less-cluttered-than-usual path through it for a half-decent sprint and about tenth.
Haven't checked the tanlines but suspect they'll be good. How'd the A/B race go, chaps?
Our race set off at speed; Donny Wheelers rider Fred Easton had told me after our previous race that he intended to "go from t'f***ing gun" and he was true to his word. Sadly for him there were about thirty odd riders who reckoned they should be in any break, and the first two or three laps were spent with attack after attack getting dragged back by a strung-out bunch. The pace eased a bit after that but the succession of small groups slipping off the front and then getting caught continued pretty much throughout; I got in a couple of them, missed all the rest. Then it all got a bit confused...
As we crossed the line with two to go, the fella operating the lap board had accidentally hung up the number "1", and to compound this he decided to move the bell just at that moment, so that on the face of it we passed "one lap to go" and the sound of the bell. Much discussion ensued in the bunch with the general view being it was a cock-up and just keep riding assuming the bell had yet to come. However, a couple of small groups got off the front and as we approached the line, the front half of the bunch did a slightly half-hearted sprint. Once past the finish the lads up front commenced turning in the road, with the rest of us shouting "No! No! No!" and barging past. Eventually the bunch strung out again for the "real" last lap and I tucked in somewhere towards the front - well-placed to watch Fred take off again with about two miles to go to win it. The rest of us came to the foot of the climb to the line in a road-width bunch, and I picked a less-cluttered-than-usual path through it for a half-decent sprint and about tenth.
Haven't checked the tanlines but suspect they'll be good. How'd the A/B race go, chaps?