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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.

Team SPR @ Mt Helena and the Case of the Forgotten Shoes

Race Report by ChrisSo another weekend and this time a hilly race was planned with the WC Masters. Bruce was keen, I needed another workout and with the weather looking good there were no real excuses.
A scheduled 9:30 start was sounding very civilised and meant I could have a proper breakfast before heading out. Ah Coco Pops, breakfast of champions.
A cool start for the day so I made sure I packed arm and knee warmers and warm shoe covers just in case. The drive out there was pleasant and I arrived with plenty of time to sign on and have a look around at some of the other toys. Young Steve Bush had come along for his first race with the oldies and quickly got shoved into B grade.
Bruce showed up eventually and we had a quick chat about strategy, sit-in was my plan. Bruce had similar ideas I think. Steve seemed a little apprehensive.
Numbers looked good for B grade and Bruce’s assessment of the course was rolling with no real climbs. Things were looking promising, I like rolling hills that rely on power to get over. Long climbs tend to bore me and so I don’t really commit to attacking them like I should.
Anyway, with ½ hour to start time I figured I’d best get organised and warm up, although there was a short neutralised section to the start I knew from previous experience that one of the guys would attack from the gun. In this case it’s always good to have done a couple of efforts so it doesn’t hurt as much.
So, back to the car to get kitted up. Out of my civvies and into the cycling kit, decided on the arm warmers but left the knee warmers in the car. Then the clincher, reached in to grab the shoes and…”sh*t, where are my shoes?”
Went through the usual looking in places I‘d never have put them in the first place but no joy. It seems I have joined the ranks of Forgetful Jones.
I was not happy! Motivated and ready to race it seems I wasn’t going

to be allowed to due to my own ineptitude.
With not a little embarrassment I went to let Bruce know I had no shoes and would not be able to race. As luck would have it to add to my shame Lorraine had come along to support a friend racing and got to hear my tragic tale.
So lesson learnt (I hope) I drove home fuming, 2 hours of driving and no riding not a happy camper. In case you were wondering, Bruce finished 13th but I have no idea about young Steve as he has not been listed on the results sheet.

Team SPR Misses Podium at Neerabup

Race Report by Chris
WC Masters15-Jun-08 Neerabup 9 Laps
The choice between sleeping in, doing a hills ride or having a race with the old boys. Since I am a bit lazy with my training and not a big fan of hills I let Bruce know that I intended to head out to stretch the legs. Once Bruce committed there was no backing out for me.
The predicted big storm didn’t arrive overnight and I was hoping that it had slipped around Perth. A few showers and a reasonable breeze though would make it interesting at the very least.


Not surprisingly there wasn’t much of a turnout and both Bruce and I were hoping that there would be enough numbers that B grade didn’t get merged with A. Thankfully B had around 12 starters and as we waited for the off the rain began. Beautiful.

Bruce and I spent the first lap up the front, our “plan” was to take things easy and see how we felt. Things started pretty steadily so I wasn’t too worried about spending time on the front as long as it wasn’t too strenuous.

Bruce and I had discussed tactics prior to the start and neither of us were terribly confident. Anyway we decided that we would see how we were feeling and then later if either of us went up the road the other would try to slow the bunch and cover any chasers.

On the second lap a couple of guys in JCC kit went to the front to up the pace, I covered the move and things were strung out for a little while through the rolling section of the course. One of these guys attacked on the next lap and the bunch let him go, I thought it was way too early for a solo effort with 6 or 7 laps to go. He ended up getting out to about a minute after a couple of laps and we figured we were racing for 2nd place.

There were a few attempts to get away a couple of them I knew weren’t going anywhere. Trying to break away with a tail wind or downhill doesn’t work in my experience, unless it is a long technical descent. The tail wind section wasn’t particularly long and didn’t really give you much time to put a decent gap into the field.

Anyway when a former Olympian (not telling what year) has a dig you take notice, I chased after him and caught on. Bob Addy is one strong guy and I have learnt not to let him get away. Anyway we were soon caught by the rest of the bunch, he went again a little later and with another guy got a fair gap on the bunch.

Once they were back in the group, thanks to Bruce and a few of the others I attacked up the first of the inclines at the back of the circuit. The guy who had been away with Bob came with me and we swapped off turns for about 2/3 of a lap before being joined by the group again. I rested up and figured that might be my lot for the day. Once we got back around to the lumpy section things weren’t quite as intense as I thought they should be so I went again. This one didn’t last too long but had certainly hurt me and hopefully the bunch. I slipped back through the bunch and Bruce moved up towards the front. For a guy who was complaining of not feeling well before the start he put in a big effort driving the bunch along for a while.
By this time I was figuring that we were going to be doing well to have a dip at the finish. We could see C grade up the road and I thought maybe the guy who had been away since the 2nd or 3rd lap. As we crossed the start/finish line the commissaires told us that C grade were on their bell lap (we had 2 to go), I figured we would either chase to get buy them or take it easy and let them have their sprint. We didn’t chase but the pace didn’t drop significantly.
As we came over the last incline before the start/finish we could see the solo rider ahead of C grade and one of our bunch headed off after him. Personally, I thought this was a bit rude and perhaps the others did too because noone chased. Ettiquete would suggest you leave C grade to finish their race, this guy didn’t care and went through their bunch anyway.

So, now we figured we were racing for 3rd. Bummer, bell lap and two guys up the road. With a long drag into the wind for the finish I wasn’t confident Bruce or I would be up for much given the work we’d been doing. I made an attempt to thin things out around the back figuring it was better than dying wondering. Others had the same idea and the move was covered and emulated, pain and more pain. “Why am I doing this to myself” I was asking.
About this time the wind really picked up in an almighty gust blowing a shed or some such over in an almighty crash. We didn’t know it yet but the drag to the line had just been made a lot tougher. Bob (the Olympian) had gone up the road chasing the two leaders and had latched onto the guy who had gone away on the previous lap.

Up the final incline the pace really dropped off and my ego got the better of me, I figured I could go to the line solo so I attacked as hard as my tired legs would let me. Funnily enough it didn’t work, Bruce came by yelling at me to jump on. Yeah right! I slid back to the bunch in a vain attempt to slow the rest of the bunch.

So I jump on and we reel Bruce in the gap to the others is closing and the poor bastard who broke away early gets chewed up and spat out. I tell him well done as I go past, that was a really solid effort. Then the sprint for third begins in earnest Bob and the guy with no ettiquette just manage to hold off the bunch for 1st and 2nd. Mick Russell yells for me to jump on as he and another guy come by, I barely manage to do so as the three of us pass Bruce. So by my reckoning it was a 5th for me and 6th for Bruce, not bad since I know I didn’t have anything left in the tank.

A good workout at intensity was what I was after and received as I aim for the CS event at the end of the month with Team Porno and an eye on the Collie-Donnybrook in August.