What's the point?
Sometimes, I just don't get it. I mean, your in a race, and its like people just leave their brains in their cars. Some people just seem to be clueless.
So yesterday I raced at the airfield in the middle of nowhere again. There was a much bigger field this week. But I wasn't bothered, after looking at people last week it was clear many were just making up the numbers. This week seemed a bit different though. There were more strong guys, but I didn't really recognise too many. The race itself kicked off fairly similar to last week. The usual early flurry of attacks. But it wasn't until about 20 or 30 minutes in when the race winning break went clear...
As it was fairly early, I wasn't too bothered just yet. But later on it was quite apparent they were gonna take some dragging back. So I and a few others tried to initiate a chase. But everytime we got it going, it just didn't last. Nobody wanted to commit. Hence I ask, whats the point!? They do a turn then break up the thru'n'off by not going through again. So every time it looked like we might be gaining on the break, they just seemed to edge away again. Now at this point I must congratulate the first five, as they were clearly strong riders. The point is what the **** were some of the people in the bunch playing at? If they didn't have the legs to chase, stay away from those who are working their asses off. But no. Then, idividuals started to jump off the front and try to bridge alone. Which was clear that they weren't strong enough on their own, so why not work with the rest of us to chase properly? There was one team in particular that kept doing this, I won't name them, but I think their the only team connected to HM Government in any way. Idiots. None of them were working at the front of the bunch at any point by the way.
So later on I'd had enough, so along with the guy who won last week and one other, we tried to get across. But only after my team mate Dave had done a superb effort to string out and eventually split the bunch. Before he peeled off and rode back to his car anyway! But joking aside, it was a brilliant effort, I struggled to hold his wheel initially. So I and the other two worked quite well initially. But then, a few guys on the front of the bunch dragged us back. Arseholes, they do no work before then they chase us down! I really don't get some people. If truth be told I wasn't strong enough to stay with the other two, I think my cold at the beggining if the week took more out of me than I thought. So eventually another group formed up the road, of five. At this point I nearly stopped, I was so pissed off that people were riding so stupidly.
Ultimately, I dont like the initials DNF (did not finish), so I stayed in. By the time the bell was rung for the final lap, I had lost count of who was up the road as riders had been dropped from the break but other had had goes off the front. So I half heartedly went for the bunch sprint, in which I took second place. Which later transpired to be 11th overall. Brilliant, the points only go down to 10th in this race. That kind of summed up the race for me. I really felt like I wasted my time. But thanks to Rob of my former club Addiscombe for giving me a lift, and taking the sting off the day by saving my fuel bill!
Hopefully I'm fully recovered from this cold now. And I can have a good week training. Because next week I want to rip up that race. It's the last one and I fully intend to leave them knowing who's strongest... After that its back to racing more locally thankfully. Good for my fuel bill, the planet of course, and most importantly I know there a lot less idiots racing around here.
So yesterday I raced at the airfield in the middle of nowhere again. There was a much bigger field this week. But I wasn't bothered, after looking at people last week it was clear many were just making up the numbers. This week seemed a bit different though. There were more strong guys, but I didn't really recognise too many. The race itself kicked off fairly similar to last week. The usual early flurry of attacks. But it wasn't until about 20 or 30 minutes in when the race winning break went clear...
As it was fairly early, I wasn't too bothered just yet. But later on it was quite apparent they were gonna take some dragging back. So I and a few others tried to initiate a chase. But everytime we got it going, it just didn't last. Nobody wanted to commit. Hence I ask, whats the point!? They do a turn then break up the thru'n'off by not going through again. So every time it looked like we might be gaining on the break, they just seemed to edge away again. Now at this point I must congratulate the first five, as they were clearly strong riders. The point is what the **** were some of the people in the bunch playing at? If they didn't have the legs to chase, stay away from those who are working their asses off. But no. Then, idividuals started to jump off the front and try to bridge alone. Which was clear that they weren't strong enough on their own, so why not work with the rest of us to chase properly? There was one team in particular that kept doing this, I won't name them, but I think their the only team connected to HM Government in any way. Idiots. None of them were working at the front of the bunch at any point by the way.
So later on I'd had enough, so along with the guy who won last week and one other, we tried to get across. But only after my team mate Dave had done a superb effort to string out and eventually split the bunch. Before he peeled off and rode back to his car anyway! But joking aside, it was a brilliant effort, I struggled to hold his wheel initially. So I and the other two worked quite well initially. But then, a few guys on the front of the bunch dragged us back. Arseholes, they do no work before then they chase us down! I really don't get some people. If truth be told I wasn't strong enough to stay with the other two, I think my cold at the beggining if the week took more out of me than I thought. So eventually another group formed up the road, of five. At this point I nearly stopped, I was so pissed off that people were riding so stupidly.
Ultimately, I dont like the initials DNF (did not finish), so I stayed in. By the time the bell was rung for the final lap, I had lost count of who was up the road as riders had been dropped from the break but other had had goes off the front. So I half heartedly went for the bunch sprint, in which I took second place. Which later transpired to be 11th overall. Brilliant, the points only go down to 10th in this race. That kind of summed up the race for me. I really felt like I wasted my time. But thanks to Rob of my former club Addiscombe for giving me a lift, and taking the sting off the day by saving my fuel bill!
Hopefully I'm fully recovered from this cold now. And I can have a good week training. Because next week I want to rip up that race. It's the last one and I fully intend to leave them knowing who's strongest... After that its back to racing more locally thankfully. Good for my fuel bill, the planet of course, and most importantly I know there a lot less idiots racing around here.
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