Wednesday Update

Does the fastest always win?

I think this is a question that most riders with even a small amount of experience would confidently tell you - no way! In reality though the fastest probably wins a bit, but certainly not always.

Well, last night I put this to the test.

The drill
A 4 up sprint lasting 1.5 laps (375m). All roders are evenly spaced at about 10m apart.

The competition:
1 x female rider!
1 x junior rider!
1 x MMAS7 rider (yes - that's aged 60-64!)!!!!!

Me:
37 years old

What happened:
1st drill I was 3rd wheel. MMAS7 was 1st, female was 2nd, junior 4th. Caught female within 150m with view of sitting in for the next 200m. Almost immediately junior goes around me, I think 's$#t' and jump on. Around the last bend we are fanned out up the bank - of course I am up top! End result: MMAS7, junior, me, female........

2nd drill I was 2nd wheel. female 1st, junior 3rd, MMAS7 4th. Still embarrassed I went out hard from the beginning but could 'feel' someone right on my tail early. Rode inside black line to make the shortest run possible. End result: me, junior, MMAS7, female

3rd drill I was 1st wheel (yikes). Went hard again and used last drop of energy to kick with 150m to go. Had junior on the hip so it was do or die. End result: me, junior, MMAS7, female

The moral:
I'd back myself anyday against this sort of competition but after the 1st drill I learnt never to underestimate the competition.

The follow up:
Hang on - just remembered this was just a training session. Feel like a bit of a W.....

Monday's Blog

Is it Friday yet???

I am absolutely knackered from training and racing last week so I have to admit that it's a struggle here at work. For the 1st time in a while I am looking forward to my day off the bike!! My calves will thank me later.

Track training is surprisingly tough. The short but regular bursts of energy take their toll by the time the 2.5 hour session is up. I think I need a KERS system!!!!

After receiving another of GazMan's W...... Alerts I was inspired to give myself a good story to write about. I wanted to talk about attacking the field, I wanted to talk about TT'ing my way to a solo victory but most of all I wanted to talk about a couple of hot babes commenting on my physique........... But then I realised - who really gives a S#%T.

I am going to keep my story in my head and let the W....... tell all the tales.

Carlsbad 5000m

Gotta love Harry Enfield - what a guy!!!

Paolo off to sign Dazmans Poster.

A post to remind the D-Man...

Jono and I headed out on our usual run up to the Kinglake bakery. I’d packed my $4.80 in correct change, ready to hand over in exchange for the usual latte and jam donut. Expecting a big smile and thank you from the lady behind the counter I realised that you don’t only get broken bones from descending on the wrong side of the road. Instead you can also get a shattered cheek bone from angry residents who need a bit more time to get over the disaster. How do I explain this? Was it inexperience? I think I can rule that out... Was it a badly programmed GPS? I doubt it – I never get this sort of stuff wrong. Maybe it was because I am the biggest TOSSER on the road and bushfire or not I just deserved to get smashed........