This year we'd driven down picking Alistair up convoy style on the way and managed to park right by Race HQ. A quick sign on and a bit of excitement as Molly, one of Alistair Rhodesian Ridgebacks, managed to slip her collar and go searching for him whilst Jo and I chased her round the carpark/park etc! It was all happily resolved and then we were off pre-riding the course. Things were shaping up to be nice and slippery, especially the descent toward the ditch crossing. The ditch crossing itself was rideable even by me this year but as things later transpired perhaps not the best option.
|Nick through the ditch|
We soon caught up with Nick, G and Laura and before long it was time to race. The drag up to the finish line gave an early indication of how tiring things were going to be. For me the race settled into a little battle with Alistair and having got past him by riding the ditch early on I managed to just hold him off till the finish. It nearly didn't work out on the 4th lap though when I hit a brick/rock that must have shifted onto the line I'd picked out and nearly went over the bars in the ditch - I was convinced that I must have wrecked the tub/wheel but I stayed upright and all seemed fine as I rode away. The race was a good lesson in changing lines that made big differences.
|Post race musings|