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Pemberton Classic (early interest)

Anyone interested in going down to the Pemberton Classic this year? Both the crits on Saturday Feb 27th and the road race on Sunday February 28th (the long weekend) are on scenic but challenging courses. The road circuit of 33 km contains a reasonable hill of about a kilometre that helps to separate the sheep from the goats (and the rest of it is merely undulating). A,B and C grades are on offer for the men and A and B grades for women. A chance for a cycling weekend away.

Information is here:

Pemberton Classic
Enjoy the picturesque town of Pemberton. Experience towering karri forests, cool bubbling streams, steep river valleys cloaked in winter mist. http://www.pembertonclassic.org.au/ or http://www.westernaustralia.com/en/Destinations/Australias_South_West/Pemberton/Pages/Pemberton.aspx for more information.

Contact Northern Districts for accomodation: simon.proud@arcadio.com.au or maybe we could use the motel used last year.

More details and registration links click here.

Another podium for SPR

Given the dearth of club races over the next couple of months, I though I’d reacquaint myself with the Veterans “club” (West Coast Masters Cycling Council) this weekend. Their advertised race said that it included a finish at the top of a hill at Brigadoon. Revolutionary.

Plenty turned up despite the cold and the 1500 metres of sometimes 10% gradient promised at the end of 80 or so km of racing for the A and B grades. 32 riders entered for the A grade including a lot of the usual suspects from the State Road titles a couple of weeks ago. And Eddie Hollands. Warm up was a bit of non-event as riding around in the cold was counter-productive and sitting on the bike in the queue in the sun seemed to work much better as far as the muscles were concerned. Luckily we were off last, about 20 minutes or so after the Bs had left.

The pack was kind at the start, allowing everyone to get warm on the flat rectangular Herne Hill course before the attacking began. Odd little groups of one or two were allowed to get their 100 metres or so off the front until counter-attacks began and they were quickly brought to heel. That is until one Mr Hollands decided to get serious on the 3rd lap of 8 and he got away with a series of sustained bursts that quickly opened up a couple of hundred metres. No-one really had the intent to try to bring him back and he used a couple of the other grades’ packs to conceal just how well he was going.

Lap 4 saw another series of twos and threes get mini-breaks to form a breakaway group of about 8 (including Lamond, Glasby et. al.) and they started to work well together. They gradually opened 150 metres or so on the main group until the chase was on. I guess many could see their chances disappearing so it quickly became a very democratic operation. You could tell the pressure was on as a couple found themselves riding down the gravel verge as they’d been getting rather ragged when holding wheels, including F. Landon who seems to have a habit of getting himself into sticky situations. Luckily no-one came down as they managed to hop themselves back onto the hard surface.

After a couple of laps of chasing, everything was back together and the last lot of counterattacks began. I began to notice that the legs were in pretty good nick on the little rises on the back straight, despite contributing to the chase, so I was hopeful of getting to the bottom of the hill in a good position then letting nature take its course. A couple of half-hearted solo efforts were restored by the bell, and pace went out of the bunch as they prepared themselves for the final onslaught.

One rider took advantage of the hiatus to try a last semi-hearted attempt to build up a bit of a buffer before the final climb. No-one was interested, so I thought I’d put in a half-effort to keep him close. It seemed to be the right time (that hesitation time that seems to come in the last kilometres when the serious breakaway attacks have finished and everyone is waiting/watching – or stuffed) as the peleton let me go on the back straight ‘rises’. I was away again and with another strong rider for company, so we soon bridged and formed a happy triumvirate. Now these other two were good power riders with rumps that you can show widescreen video presentations on, and they were intent to stay away this close to the finish, so the team time-trialling speed came on. News from the roadside was that Hollands was 3 minutes up the road, so we were racing for second. I was torn between wanting to maintain our good gap over the bunch and not wanting to cook the legs prior to the hill. Climbers are not meant to break away on the flat before the hill, after all.

The final hill came with a reasonable gap back to the bunch. I managed to drop both my helpers on the steep section, but one had settled into his rhythm about 50 metres back, and the lactic acid began to take its toll near the top. I couldn’t pull away any further before the false flat came with 300 metres or so to the finish. Neither of us knew where the exact ‘Arrivee’ line was, but he was certainly stronger on the level and I was beyond arguing about it. He looked younger than Ryan anyways. We finished just over 2 minutes behind Eddie Hollands, but with a clear gap to 4th.

Results: 1st Eddie Hollands, 2nd Steve Smith, 3rd Mike Bonner, 4th Richard Woods, 5th Andrew Brierley, 6th Paul Lamond.

Please find full results here: http://www.wcmasterscycling.asn.au/raceresults/Results%202009/Results%207%20June%202009.htm

The Australian Veterans Council National Championships are in Perth this year this coming November with a time-trial, track races, criterium and road race (Chidlow). Perhaps this explains the bigger fields and the more adventurous courses and racing.

Michael B.

Golden Spokes – the insider post

Thanks, Chris, for the write-up and the pictures which were taken largely for Ryan’s benefit (2nd place getters as winners too etc.). Good to have some green and black support on the day.

As he suggested, this was a final physical test to see whether the atrial fibillation problem had stabilised prior to visiting the EP/Ablation specialist next week. The news should be good after two months of impeccable cardiac behaviour through some tough Sunday rides, the Northam Classic, SPR1’s assault at Pickering Brook and today’s effort, which maxxed out at 158 BPM with an average of 132 during the race. Sinus rhythm all the way – don’t ask me why. One can only consider the old Chesnutt: “The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe”.

Given that this was meant to be an examination, there was a choice to be made. Sign up for the Open race and try to hang on like grim death before eventually being unceremoniously dropped (Hi to our Barista friends) or to take one’s rightful place as a Masters rider in the combined Support/Women’s race. Seeing future neo-Pros on the line of the former suggested that I had chosen wisely in not being too ambitious on a sprinters’ course (Flat 5 x 16km laps).

Courtesy Davina. Royalties in the post.
Courtesy Davina. Royalties in the post.

Of the 30 or so starters, about half were blokes. There were a couple I recognised from the Veterans (not Affairs) races, a young Benson (?), Sunday regular Anna, and quite a few of Davina’s mates from the Sunday rides, a couple of Eddie Hollands’ nicks etc. With this eclectic mix, the tactics were always going to be erratic, and there was just enough wind about to stop anyone on the front from working too long. Only Bianchi man and young Benson tried to smash it off the front a couple of times during the first 2 laps without success, but at the start of the 3rd lap Bianchi man had taken Josie Tomic with him and things were looking interesting. I bridged across the 60 metres, taking faded Assos man and Holland knicks x 1 along and we quickly had a group of 5 rolling through. Perhaps it was Josie’s presence, but our breakaway lasted less than half a lap as the peleton chased hard and reformed for a recovery half-lap.

Into the zephyr up the home straight at the start of Lap 4, my new best friend Mel Hoskins attacked with young Benson following, and I managed to hook onto his wheel. He didn’t last and soon Ms Hoskins and I were 100 metres off the front. We began swapping 30 second turns and gradually built up our lead. 2 echappeurs mustn’t have looked like much of a threat and the other Plan B girls were presumably blocking for her, so we worked hard to be about 30 seconds up with a lap to go. We picked up a refugee from the Open race who sat in for half of the final lap before we managed to get rid of him, and we were able to hold on to our advantage on the good roads heading back to Champion Lakes.

By the time we turned into the Lakes complex, the chasers were nowhere in sight, which was just as well as old age had suddenly crept in that last kilometre. The sap that had risen during the breakaway was now nowhere to be seen and I afforded myself the luxury of being able to ride within myself to the line. The gap also allowed me to avoid the very probable ignominy of being outsprinted by a young woman (as those of you who have seen me “sprint” will understand). NBF Mel rode a very strong race, never shirking her turn, and thoroughly deserved her solo victory. With 1st and 3rd (Josie), women’s cycling is evidently very strong in this state and Plan B should be very happy with their sponsorship.

So all up, a good experience in this debutant event; invasive procedure hopefully averted for the short to medium term, getting into two breakaways and staying away successfully for 32km, $150 prize purse, and a victory by any other name would smell just as sweet. Not bad for a climber.

(Sorry about the punctuation, Pete)