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TimC
Guest
Glad for that lap out in the Kew crits tonight. It was a couple of
minutes before the start of C&D grades tonight, and I started off
having bogus readings from the HRM, so I reached up to adjust it. And
the zip on the el-cheapo ATB jersey broke yet again (looking forward
to an income so I can get new clothes!). And this time I couldn't zip
it back up. So D grade took off, and I just let the zip half grab the
other side, and rode around baring my chest for the day. Poor
spectators. I probably made people blind!
Then the mechanical. My gears have been changing awfully lately. A
few days ago, I played with the front derailleur, and got it shifting
a lot nicer. I had oiled the cables, and made sure there were no
kinks. It was behaving for a day, even. This morning, the rear
played up bigtime, but eventually I tracked that down to the outer
cable not sitting in the hole properly at the back. So it was
shifting beautifully, front and back, up and down for the first half
of the crit. Then the front cable snapped. Darn, stuck in the lowest
ring in my triple -- that's got to be an argument against triples.
After a couple of laps of spinning around in gears entirely too small
making entirely too much dragging noise, I took a lap out to play with
limit screws, and got it to sit in the middle ring.
Last 3 laps came around, and I was actually not feeling half bad.
Hell, I was second in the peleton for the first half of these final 3,
IIRC. But of course, final lap kicks up around the back straight, and
I just didn't have the accelaration to get up near the front. Final
hairpin, and it was all over. What surprised me by this stage was how
few riders were left. I thought I was somewhere near the middle of
the peleton, and when I looked back up near the top, I found about 3
riders behind me. The rest trickled in over the next few *minutes*.
It was apparently the intermediate sprint that did this.
And dutchy got third. Next week he's going to be sent to C grade
--
TimC
The stereotypical Islay is like chewing on a well-preserved rowing
boat, spiced up with seaweed, whereas the 20yo Laddie is more like
relishing a gourmet meal in said rowing boat. -- Ingvar in ASR
minutes before the start of C&D grades tonight, and I started off
having bogus readings from the HRM, so I reached up to adjust it. And
the zip on the el-cheapo ATB jersey broke yet again (looking forward
to an income so I can get new clothes!). And this time I couldn't zip
it back up. So D grade took off, and I just let the zip half grab the
other side, and rode around baring my chest for the day. Poor
spectators. I probably made people blind!
Then the mechanical. My gears have been changing awfully lately. A
few days ago, I played with the front derailleur, and got it shifting
a lot nicer. I had oiled the cables, and made sure there were no
kinks. It was behaving for a day, even. This morning, the rear
played up bigtime, but eventually I tracked that down to the outer
cable not sitting in the hole properly at the back. So it was
shifting beautifully, front and back, up and down for the first half
of the crit. Then the front cable snapped. Darn, stuck in the lowest
ring in my triple -- that's got to be an argument against triples.
After a couple of laps of spinning around in gears entirely too small
making entirely too much dragging noise, I took a lap out to play with
limit screws, and got it to sit in the middle ring.
Last 3 laps came around, and I was actually not feeling half bad.
Hell, I was second in the peleton for the first half of these final 3,
IIRC. But of course, final lap kicks up around the back straight, and
I just didn't have the accelaration to get up near the front. Final
hairpin, and it was all over. What surprised me by this stage was how
few riders were left. I thought I was somewhere near the middle of
the peleton, and when I looked back up near the top, I found about 3
riders behind me. The rest trickled in over the next few *minutes*.
It was apparently the intermediate sprint that did this.
And dutchy got third. Next week he's going to be sent to C grade
--
TimC
The stereotypical Islay is like chewing on a well-preserved rowing
boat, spiced up with seaweed, whereas the 20yo Laddie is more like
relishing a gourmet meal in said rowing boat. -- Ingvar in ASR