Yeh right....how about having your hands in the drops, your arse off the saddle and fingers off the brakes!!!
I had my first post op crit last night. My second race in C Grade after having won on my first outing just before my lobotomy a few weeks back. That win made it five in a row and i thought i was getting the hang of this bike racing shit. As per usual with me...there was a story. My car was damaged on Sunday night so I'd done around 100km prior to the race on errands and appointments and only just made the start in time to sign in.
C Grade is 40 minutes plus a lap so i spent the first half of the race about ten back in the bunch of 40. The A Graders were on course at the same time but we hadn't seen them when a break of six went off the front...I chased and got on the front to pull it hard. We caught and passed the A Grade bunch then one of the guys says...'Are we allowed to do that?' We all looked round at each other...not a clue. Then the A Grade group went past us so we allowed our group to catch. Each time a break went off then i just stayed in the pack as we weren't going much slower than A Grade and i thought 'What's the point?'
We got the bell and one lap to go sign (they still do that just for me...hopefully after my government tracking/cochlear device gets switched on the bell will do fine) so i tried to make my way to the front and picked a wheel to follow. Yup!...That's the one in the photo...followed his fat arse all the way to the line I did. I almost got him with about 50 to go but i went all wobbly which is the reason for the unconventional sprinting position as demo'd in the finish line photo. I have been practicing...honest!!
Two more races next week and if i can place i think B Grade beckons..not bad for my first year, erratic hormones and a crook ear eh!!
jesus I'm an ugly dude!!