As a kind of "extended weekend" report I thought I'd write up this evening - I did the Brighouse Circuit Races support 3rds/4ths race. Well, to be more accurate I entered it and started it. Both acts are baffling in different ways. Short, fast races aren't really my strong suit but I felt the need to do at least one race with a commentator and a cheering crowd before I die.
The evening started ominously with massive tailbacks on the M62 causing me to arrive at a gridlocked Brighouse (Blimey! The b****y roads are all closed!) with insufficient time to warm up properly. I signed on and - on cue - the heavens opened. It did stair rods. Absolutely hammered down. I splashed out onto the circuit for a few sighting laps which confirmed that (a) yes, there was tarmac under the water but (b) there was also a lot of metalwork, especially on the hairpin at the end of the finish straight. After an ongoing soaking during the commissaire's lecture, we were off.
It was very clear that some people worry much less than others about personal injury; I quickly moved back in the bunch and when the bloke two bikes in front of me fell off on the third corner of the first lap, I was looking around for company at the back. A group of four of us huddled together on the straights, but our approaches to the corners varied so wildly we nearly had to be re-introduced all over again afterwards. After twenty minutes of the twenty-five-minutes-plus-ten-laps event were were lapped by the fast blokes (more particularly by some skinny lad of about sixteen who clearly never heeded his parents' shouts of "be careful!") and it was game over.
I'd intended sticking around to watch the later Elites event but as the next race - the juniors - set off the rain if anything redoubled its efforts. I splashed back to the car, wriggled out of the soggy lycras into the two remaining vaguely dry garments I had with me, and quickly decided I didn't fancy standing in cold rain watching the Rapha Condor squad etc make it all look easy. So I drove home and ate strawberries and cream in the bath. Life has, thankfully, many pleasures beyond cycling.
**edit** - the full horror can now be appreciated at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/veloshoote ... 999072937/...