The Bike:
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_170_7041.jpg
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_170_7042.jpg
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_170_7043.jpg
If you don't mind a little blood:
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_167_6790.jpg
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_167_6795.jpg
What you don't see are the gouges out of my (bad) shoulder
and the "double-sized" puffed-up fingers with some pieces
missing... or the arl-length bruising
.
The gore shots were taken AFTER washing all the blood
off so they don't look quite so impressive - sorry.
Continued racing that day though and raced this morning
(after a continental breakfast of Panadols and Ibuprofen)
and then went on to complete our 100k loop - so it's not
THAT bad. The codeine is working now, thank ch...
"chemists"...
Most people that know me 'assume' this kind of thing will
happen. Matter of fact, I said it would happen myself.
"Firsts" with myself and bikes always seem to end in pain.
For those who want the "how?", read on...
Method: I was the last rider in an Olympic sprint and I'm
doing my flying lap. Cross the finish line and onto the next
bend with almost full pace still on. In front, there's a rider
low, in my path. I decide to move up around him but he'd
heard me coming and moved up too.. uh oh... rider and
fence start making smaller and smaller gap and there's no
brakes on track bikes. This all happens in the space of 1
second, in a mental imagery, slow-mo, "hip, you're about
to eat concrete" cam.
I make myself as skinny as possible (stop laughing) but it's
not good enough.
Hit the wire fence, that was probably why I have chunks
missing from my fingers, and flipped the bike over,
face-planting into the concrete track. Slid a little, swore a
lot. Got up with the assistance of some race officials.
Little dazed and confused (I mean, more than normal)
and a bit bloody. The other rider was fine, I think, and
very apologetic (unecessarily so, I believe).
I've got track training on Monday so I've just swapped the
holed front tyre with a Michelin Axial Carbon that I bought
the other day. Sometimes being lazy pays off - not fitting
the new tyres immediately means I just saved $60+,
destroying the old tyre instead.
They're yellow-striped, btw which means they look quite
sexy with the, now half roo ted, yellow bar tape.
Other than that, the day went really well, even with low
numbers due to people racing at Vodaphone that night.
Track is cool!
hippy
"not shaving face for a while"
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_170_7041.jpg
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_170_7042.jpg
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_170_7043.jpg
If you don't mind a little blood:
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_167_6790.jpg
http://www.thehippy.net/Cycling/Track/1stRace/1stTrackRaceWeb_167_6795.jpg
What you don't see are the gouges out of my (bad) shoulder
and the "double-sized" puffed-up fingers with some pieces
missing... or the arl-length bruising
.The gore shots were taken AFTER washing all the blood
off so they don't look quite so impressive - sorry
.Continued racing that day though and raced this morning
(after a continental breakfast of Panadols and Ibuprofen)
and then went on to complete our 100k loop - so it's not
THAT bad. The codeine is working now, thank ch...
"chemists"...
Most people that know me 'assume' this kind of thing will
happen. Matter of fact, I said it would happen myself.
"Firsts" with myself and bikes always seem to end in pain.
For those who want the "how?", read on...
Method: I was the last rider in an Olympic sprint and I'm
doing my flying lap. Cross the finish line and onto the next
bend with almost full pace still on. In front, there's a rider
low, in my path. I decide to move up around him but he'd
heard me coming and moved up too.. uh oh... rider and
fence start making smaller and smaller gap and there's no
brakes on track bikes. This all happens in the space of 1
second, in a mental imagery, slow-mo, "hip, you're about
to eat concrete" cam.
I make myself as skinny as possible (stop laughing) but it's
not good enough.
Hit the wire fence, that was probably why I have chunks
missing from my fingers, and flipped the bike over,
face-planting into the concrete track. Slid a little, swore a
lot. Got up with the assistance of some race officials.
Little dazed and confused (I mean, more than normal)
and a bit bloody. The other rider was fine, I think, and
very apologetic (unecessarily so, I believe).
I've got track training on Monday so I've just swapped the
holed front tyre with a Michelin Axial Carbon that I bought
the other day. Sometimes being lazy pays off - not fitting
the new tyres immediately means I just saved $60+,
destroying the old tyre instead.
They're yellow-striped, btw which means they look quite
sexy with the, now half roo ted, yellow bar tape.
Other than that, the day went really well, even with low
numbers due to people racing at Vodaphone that night.
Track is cool!
hippy
"not shaving face for a while"
