Jerry was a race car driver
And he drove so goddamned fast
He never did win no checkered flag
But he never did come in last
I probably shouldn’t have been there anyway, I mean I was as weak and feeble as you can get the weekend before, curled up on the sofa wheezing and hacking like a good ‘un and even the night before the race, snuggled up in a sleeping bag I was knocking back Lemsip and whisky in the hope of a miracle…
…but common sense and ill health haven’t stopped me yet.
So I raced. As best I could and to be frank I didn’t think I did that badly. My lap times were nice and consistant throughout the race (the actual riding time – not the overal time including faff stops), my legs didn’t get tired and, as is always the case at ther Strathpuffer, the camaraderie out on the course meant that heading back out from the pits was never too miserable a task.
OK so I lacked any top end power and any real attempt to ‘put the hammer down’ just resulted in a horrible burning sensation in my lungs and the appearance of lots of snot (check the pics as they start to filter through – I look like I’ve been attacked by The Blob), but I got round. OK so Angela couldn’t help me with the more mechanical side of things back at the JMC.it MeGazebo, so I spent a fair bit of time (several hours, in fact, if the incredibly detailed records Angela kept are anything to go by) faffing with brakes/tyres/wheels etc, but she cleaned and lubed the bikes lap after lap, had food and drink ready every time I needed or just wanted it and forced me back out riding when it looked like I was lingering too long*.
I had little to lament, basically.
I turned up feeling grotty, but thanks to great kit and great support from all around I made a bit of a race of it.
I didn’t win, but I enjoyed it (as much as you can enjoy a tough 24hr race…), had a laugh and got back on the podium. That’s more than I could have hoped for.
(pic by Paul off of Cycletherapy)
And now, bouyed on by a decent ride, it’s time to get training properly, for the fast spring and summer races. Get some serious effort in. Move things up a level. Go all out. Rock.
*In fact Angela did this for 3 of us, while suffering with a cold and having two of her fingers taped up after slicing them open on the Friday night. Tough stuff!