Sunny Spain and Crosswinds

 
I’ve sat down to write this blog 3 times now over the past week but failed on each occasion. Finally, sat down with a nice cup of tea and I’m ready to start rambling.

I posted a bunch of pictures from the first rest day on our team training camp last week, so I’ll kick things off by talking about what I got up to in Lanzarote with Rapha Condor Sharp.

There were a decent number of us involved the camp with 8 riders, John, Ken- one of our teams coaches, Andy- our soigneur, Pete- our mechanic and Camille- our team photographer from SHARP. Straight from the off everyone got on really well and conversation flowed easily from when we got up in the morning to when went to sleep at night. I think this transferred directly into how we rode as a team, even from our first ride together. It was made clear by John from the very start of the week that this camp was to be used to practice and hone our skills riding together properly as a team. There was no intent from anyone to try and prove themselves physically stronger or fitter than anyone else on the rides. If one of us was having a bad day, then the group would alter its pace to ensure that everyone was looked after. This mutual respect made performing and perfecting the technical aspect of our riding a lot easier. We did a series of sub-maximal efforts throughout the week including some through and off blocks and a few lead out sprints. Pretty much everything went to plan, which was surprising seeing as some of the things we were doing can be quite tricky whilst riding in the very strong winds Lanzarote is famous for. Saying that, I let the team down on one of the days… whilst sat on the back of the group I got blown off the road and then couldn’t hop back up again! Whilst it was happening I thought that it was crazy winds and I had a picture in my head of me leaning at 45 degrees, heroically managing to avoid crashing. However, to my disappointment Camille had everything on video. So after being shown it I was disappointed to see nothing crazy happens, it’s just clear that I’m just not very good at riding a bike. We had one other unfortunate moment at the beginning of the camp where Deano’s tyre blew out and sent him flying off the back of his bike! It was a fast stretch of road where we were riding at 50km/h but I think the unlucky Deano got off quite lucky in the circumstances, after only just recovering from an operation on his collar bone and somehow managing to avoid falling on his side and without landing in the endless amount of volcanic rock by the roadside- that stuff is lethal looking! Andy did a great job patching him up each day, but it still looked so painful. Climbing onto his bike each day with wounds the sides of dinner plates on both sides of his ass, made you think twice about complaining how your legs were a little bit tired!

Overall, it was a great camp. Had a good laugh with everyone, felt good on the bike, enjoyed the sun and clocked up some good km’s in the process. I’ve been home now for 5 days and haven’t really been up too much. Took a few days off the bike and then started riding again a couple of days ago.

As well as riding together well, we also looked the part (never sacrifice style for speed was mentioned a few times). We all had our matching custom Condor Leggero road bikes, our Rapha team kit and our brand new Giro gear- Aeon helmets and Prolight SLX road shoes – which are particularly nice, with Easton EC90 carbon soles and 3 Velcro straps, as I was really not a fan of the ratchets that continuously broke on the shoes I had last season!

I’m at home now for a couple of weeks before heading off to Benidorm for our second training camp in early February. I am expecting this camp to be entirely different to the one he had in Lanzarote. Although I’m sure we’ll still be working on the technical stuff, the main objective of the camp is get physically ready for the racing season, which starts a few days after arriving back. I think this one is going to be a bit of a shock to the system and I reckon us younger guys will be doing a bit/a lot of suffering! Looking forward to it though.

My racing programme kicks off with a TT and some road racing up in Manchester. I’m staying up with one of my team mates for the week, so it will us the opportunity to race together as a team for the first time. I then jet off to the Tour of Taiwan in mid-March. The race has upgraded to a UCI 2.1 – which is the highest category race I’ll have ever ridden. The race website mentions teams such as SaxoBank and Europcar could be riding.

I’ll stop myself from rattling on now. Going to go indulge and have a Yakult.

Thanks for reading,

Felix
 
 
 
 
 
 

RPRT @ Sixdays Bremen 2012


 

“5 steps to Podium” – Instructions on how to get on the podium at the Sixdays in Bremen, starring the Rudy Project Racing Team with Leif Lampater, Christian Grasmann & Robert Bengsch.
 
 

After Bremen Six – Report

Bremem Six Day Image ©Copyright Wim Hoste

The Six Day in Bemem went well for the Rudy Project riders and their partners. Leif Lampater & Iljo Keisse led the 48th edition of the event as they drove the first double of the evening and fought until the very end for the win. Robert Bengsch and his partner Alois Kankovsky were one of the strongest teams and led the overall standings.
The favourites Robert Barkto and Peter Schep in the final chase around the track pushed the duos of Franco Marvulli & Marcel Kalz and Leif Lampater & Iljo Keisse into second and third respectively. Bengsch and Kankovski sailed in in 5th place. Myself and Rafal Ratajczyk finished overall in 8th place.

“The cresults last night weren’t bad,” said Leif Lapater, “we knew there would be strong competition from Bartko/Schep and Marvulli/Kalz.”
In the Team Elimination it came down to an early battle of the top three teams. Lampater/Keisse won against Bartko/Schep and also the Swiss German duo were able to increase their score. Leading up to the sprint the top three teams remained the same but were joined by Marc Hester/ Andreas Müller. Leif Lampater and Iljo Keisse attacked again with about fifty laps to go, but were pursued by Marvulli/Kalz and Barkto/Schep. “We tried everything, but the other two teams were paying attention,” commented Leif.
With 20 laps to go only Robert Barkto and Peter Schep had the strength left for a final attack and won the final round. Marvulli/Kalz who were the only team to crack the 300 point mark (318), pushed Leif Lampater and Iljo Keisse into 3rd place with (291 points).
On 26th January, Leif along with last years winner Roger Kluge will be at the start of the Berlin Six Day Race. Robert Bengsch, the winner of the Bremem Six Days in 2011 will form a pairing with Marcel Kalz (this years second place in Bremem), a powerful team. “Leif and I will give everything in Berlin,” said Robert Bengsch.

 

Full race results are below the German translation.

 

In der ersten Nacht übernahm Leif Lampater zusammen mit Iljo Keisse die Führung der 48. Bremer Sixdays , sie fuhren die erste Doublette des Sechstagerennens ein und kämpften bis zuletzt um den Sieg. Auch Robert Bengsch gehörte mit seinem Partner Alois Kankovsky zu den stärksten Teams und führte zwischenzeitlich die Gesamtwertung an. Die Favoriten Robert Bartko/ Peter Schep erfuhren in der finalen Jagd einen Rundenvorsprung und verwiesen das Duo Franco Marvulli/ Marcel Kalz und Leif Lampater/ Iljo Keisse auf den zweiten und dritten Platz. Bengsch/ Kankovski fuhren auf den 5. Gesamtplatz, Christian Grasmann belegte mit Rafael Ratajczyk den achten Platz.

„Die Voraussetzungen vor der letzten Nacht waren nicht schlecht“, wusste Leif Lampater, „wir lagen mit den stärksten Konkurrenten Bartko/ Schep und Marvulli/ Kalz in der Nullrunde“. Im Mannschaftsausscheidungsfahren kam es dann zu einem vorgezogenen Duell der drei führenden Teams. Lampater/ Keisse gewannen vor Bartko/ Schep und dem schweizerisch-deutschen Duo und konnten ihren Punktestand erhöhen. Auch das Derny-Finale entschieden der Irschenberger und sein belgischer Partner für sich, jedoch hatten Bartko/ Schep und Marvulli/ Kalz mit mehr Punkten in die große Jagd. Bis zu den Wertungssprints blieben die drei führenden Teams sowie Marc Hester/ Andreas Müller gleichauf. Leif Lampater und Iljo Keisse attackierten knapp fünfzig Runden vor Schluss erneut, wurden jedoch von Marvulli/ Kalz und Bartko/ Schep verfolgt. „Wir haben alles probiert, aber die beiden anderen Teams haben gut aufgepasst“, so Lampater. Knapp zwanzig Runden vor Schluss hatten nur Robert Bartko und Peter Schep die Kraft für den letzten Angriff und schafften den finalen Rundengewinn. Marvulli und Kalz, die als einziges Team die 300-Punkte-Marke geknackt hatten (318 Punkte), verwiesen Leif Lampater und Iljo Keisse auf den dritten Rang (291 Punkte). Am 26. Januar geht Leif Lampater mit dem Vorjahressieger Roger Kluge beim Berliner Sechstagerennen an den Start. Auch Robert Bengsch, der Sieger der Bremer Sixdays 2011, wird in Berlin mit Marcel Kalz, dem diesjährigen Zweiten in Bremen, ein leistungsstarkes Team bilden. „Leif und ich werden auch in Berlin alles geben“, so Robert Bengsch.

 

Standings Name Nat. Result
1 SCHEP/BARTKO 293
Robert BARTKO GER
Peter SCHEP NED

2 MARVULLI/KALZ 318
Marcel KALZ GER
Franco MARVULLI SUI

3 LAMPATER/KEISSE 291
Iljo KEISSE BEL
Leif LAMPATER GER

4 HESTER/MÜLLER 214
Marc HESTER DEN
Andreas MUELLER AUT

5 KANKOVSKÝ/BENGSCH 221
Robert BENGSCH GER
Alois KANKOVSKY CZE

6 STAM/MOHS 176
Erik MOHS GER
Danny STAM NED

7 KADLEC/BARTH 182
Marcel BARTH GER
Martin KADLEC CZE

8 GRASMANN/RATAJCZYK 112
Christian GRASMANN GER
Rafal RATAJCZYK POL

9 J. MØRKØV/THÖMEL 105
Jesper MORKOV DEN
Timo THÖMEL GER

10 SIMES/REINHARDT 88
Theo REINHARDT GER
Jackie SIMES USA

11 EDMÜLLER/PIETERS 60
Benjamim EDMÜLLER GER
Roy PIETERS NED

12 HUFF/MATZKA 102
Charles Bradley HUFF USA
Ralf MATZKA GER
 
 

Whinge du Jour

Merde! You’ll be fed up hearing from me, but I can’t leave this one inside. My brain will implode if I do.

Today I was “in Town” as some of us over here will say just to annoy those whose own “Town” is nowhere near London, who’s West End (to those of us who regard it as a place of work) is “Town”. So there I was in Town about an hour early for my casting appointment for Colman’s moutarde. Hey… I’m a classically trained actor, my agent only sends me up for the plum jobs! What to do? What to do? “Ah the lightbulb explodes”. Always better than teardrop explodes…stoopid name for a band… I’ll wander down to Oxford Circus to the Nike shop.

Now for those of you not yet familiar with this quaint country of ours, there are no trapeze artists or conjurers here. At one time there was a roundabout at this intersection of Oxford and Regent streets. The facades of the faux Corinthian buildings lending this corner of our Capital’s most prestigious shopping experience an air of classical splendour. No there are no trapeze artists but after dark sheltering in the doorways are many a 15% proof cider drinker whom we call “piss artists” as for the conjurers…oh yes they’re there. Tempting our hard earned cash out of our pockets and into their cash registers.

And it is the glittering confines of one such purveyor of next years land fill that I was heading. The Niké store London. This very boutique is the American giant’s most prestigious store in Grate (sic) Britain. My mission this afternoon was to purchase a simple “T” shirt a black  “T” shirt, with the inter galacticaly famous typhoon swoosh ..yes Niké..ny KEE was a name appended to a Hurricane that hit the Eastern seaboard of America the year that the running shoe maker was born. See, my utterly worthless pub quiz brain had information. Information of a degree that a well trained member of staff at this particular store might have been expected to know in this London’s Olympic year.

 

...said T-Shirt

However, I did not wish them to have such anorak like knowledge. I merely wanted to know the whereabouts of my shirt. The black one with the Niké swoosh and the simulated signature in green of my hero…Mark. The Manx missile Cavendish. As one enters this wine bar of a shop, there are a row of black and white head shots each about four feet by six of Nikés most famous endorsees. Who the rest are I don’t know. My heart belonged to Cav. My countenance wreathed in idol worshipping stupor (I’m 60 in April for Dogs sake) I was approached by one the three strong greeting team. A pretty lass and very bubbly

“How can I help Sir?”  Sir? Me, Sir?? I really ought to have seen it coming, but “T” shirt lust had me in its thrall.

“I’m looking for a Mark Cavendish signature t shirt”

“who?”

“Mark Cavendish. Fastest human being on Earth? Your company have him on their books and sell a shirt with his signature on the sleeve and I’d like one”

“Really sorry Sir I don’t know who you mean”

Im still implacably cheerful at this point.

“ok, we’re you working here just before Christmas?”

“Too right innit? I swear I never had a day off for like three weeks”

Im still grinning pleasantly.

“Well in this very spot Mark, who won the tour de France Points jersey last year and then the World Championship Road Race before winning an MBE and BBC sports personality of the year. Was talking to about 500 of us. No? No recall”

Now I’m starting to loose my sense of humour at this point, but I refuse to be churlish, the drugs are working well today. I lead her over to shrine Cav: and present him with a ringmaster’s flourish….we’re in Oxford circus after all.

“oh yeh!!! ” she leads me to the escalator. What an obliging child “I know who you mean now *snorty laugh* you must fink I’m fick”

I am now on my way up the escalator

“first floor. All the foopball stuffs there.. Sorry”

I inhaled a calming breath chanting Om mane padme Hum. To the first floor then.

First thing I clapped eyes on was Lance Armstrong’s rugged Texan kisser on posters surrounding a goodly sized display of Livestrong gear…excelent! Good start.

“can I help Sir?” there they go with the bloody Sir thing again.

“I hope so. Mark Cavendish signature T shirt….?”

“erm…sorry?”

“Well as you’re in this area I hoped you might know where they were?”

It’s in the eyes you know. Actors always know when the other poor bugger’s dried. So I decide, (with my yin and yang in balance) to help

“he’s a cyclist like Lance??”

“oh right sorry, yeh. All the bike stuff’s in with the running kit. 2nd floor.”

My sense of humour was dimming dear reader, but I’m British, we never say die!  I head for the ecscala’a.

“Can I help Sir?” I’ve worked it out, it’s the bow tie.

“Mark Cavendish T shirt black green signature. Guy downstairs says it should be on this floor”

“No! Ha! Sorry, the black and green one yeh?”

” yes” the grins back gang

“Hang on Sir I’ll go and grab one, what size?”

“XL please” the grin is really back, people are putting on their Oakleys.

A mere 5 minutes has passed when the young man approaches. A look of triumph emerging through the acne.

“There you go” with a flick of the wrist he displays a black polo shirt with… (in Green)

The embroidered logo of GLASGOW CELTIC. F.C.

Through my rictus grinning teeth I ask

“Is the manager about?”

I prepare an eloquent and uplifting little speech about how in this Olympic year, he really must ensure that his staff are better trained. The sports fans of the world will pour into this shop in the summer and they might reasonably expect your staff to be sufficiently interested enough to know who the people on your current poster campaign are. Especially as the one I’ve been asking about is hopefully going to be Britain’s first Gold medalist…yes that’s a fair speech Jonny bwoy.

“Hello how can I help Sir?”

I promise you, I did not Sir, most decidedly not give the fellow a bloody Coxcomb! But I tell you I exerted self control above and way beyond anything that my Bi polar drugs were designed for.

What’s that? How did the audition go after all that? ‘You ‘avin’ a giraffe???

 

 

 

British BMX series bouquets and weeds

Right then. My last blog was written by some silly old sod with a bad case of stomach trouble masquerading as me. I just re read what he said though and whilst he would have been paid two pints and a packet of assaulted peanuts, I’ve decided to drink one of the pints for myself. Well he was a grumpy sod wasn’t he? However, because I  concur with all that he said……its less of a forfeit and more of a “Not bad youth, let’s have a beer”.

So dear reader….yes its still just the two of us….Manchester for round one of the British BMX series. I am not a  reporter so you will not get a sporting review here.  However keep reading and I shall reveal how to get just that at the end. Also, Pics and Video will follow later, when I can get to the pooter [this is an ipad jobby].

Family and friends of mine will read what I am about to say and chortle merrily [maybe an 8:0 Marv?] but the facility at the National cycling centre is not this country’s first indoor all seater BMX stadium. Not by a long way. Oh no! Manchester has eased its way into the cycling heart of this Great Nation of ours, but Norton Canes [Where?] Norton Canes dear fiend [the missing R is deliberate…..just in case there are rumbings of discontent…..or even dat content] in South Staffs just off the A5 was home to the salvation of Midlanders who needed somewhere to let all of those pre Troy Lee Redlines and Hutches etc: out of their cages on cold days, when going out off the front door and face planting on a frozen red gravel table top, hurt like a bastard.

 

The dormant bustling metropolis of Norton Canes proudly boasted an indoor riding school, with safe off road parking for the several hundred cretins who left their homes only because they couldnt be arsed to cook a Sunday roast. This then, long before Superman got involved (a company calling themselves Clark and Kent design and build tracks nowadays….they build superb tracks only way that the cloaked saviour of the free world (aka America)  escaped detection was because Roger Wilbrahams talked them out of calling the start Hills Lois Lanes)  was home to indoor BMX in this sceptered isle.

 

Like Manchester it had a superbly engineered start hill. A pioneering construction of B&Q timber and plywood.. None of your 12 metre high galvanised steel over engineered thingies  with a  parc ferme beneath….queued up by the toilets back then….God it was a man’s life in The Royal Ballet. Norton Canes too had some tricky jumps to negotiate. hit the doubles with a gnat’s too much torque and next moto you’d be given a duster to remove cobwebs from the rafters before discovering your perfect holeshot had been gobbled up by the fat kid in Halfords race pants on the Skyway Burner! Manchester shows signs of wear on several jummps in the central straight, but theyre nothing compared to the hub deep sawdust and pony cack on the finish straight at the Midlands indoor  BMX CENTRE…..What?. A finish straight that led one over awesome 2 foot high plywood triples victoriously past Elsie’s tea urn and Wagon Wheel, crisp and pork scratchings concession and into the warming comfort of  the same plastic seats (decades ahead of time we were) that are (for all of their big bucks) the envy of erm???  no one at Manchester…you see..give me time and I find the thread again.

 

The National indor BMX arena  is quite simply breathtakingly beautiful.. Not without its flaws, but as near to the culmination of dreams that those of us who were BMX Mums and Dads in the ’80s ccould have hoped for.

As you will know from previous blogs. I very much see my remit as one of opening the eyes, hearts and minds of the mainstream cycling fan to the unquestionably biggest and most exciting branch of the sport. Not having been actively involved in a sport that I helped to manage and promote for a long time has never dimmed my enthusiasm for BMX and I always have kept up with it. The opportunity to come up close and personal with it once more having been provided by my son Jamie (passably proud of him you know)  is something I am seriously glad about.

 

One enters the centre from a concourse between The velodrome and BMX arena. A wonderful airy space, with a restaurant (yes Elsie) and bar, where the modern day equivalents of Alan Woods Dad’s van ply their trade. Up a short flight of stairs past  a tasteful little cafe and bar area and through the doors into fantasy land. It is quite simply fabulous. Yes the seats are plastic and will never do much for gluteal circulation. The trade off though, is that one learns tolerrance that is so lacking today as one  repeats the polite mantra ‘Hey dont worry about it” as the fat bloke from three seats down excuses himself and his evident prostate infection for the umpteenth time.

But honestly your plastic seat and cramped gangway here cost five Earth quid! Walk but 200 yards and every other Saturday you could elect to support the lifestyle of a bunch of  continental prima Donnas  with around £70 a pop, for the same facilities…..and even the most ardent “BLUE MOON” singing City addict would struggle to say that the entertainment value Accross Alan Turing way wasnt infinitely superior [I speak of football or “soccer” to those reading from across the pond].

To one’s left are those two gargantuan start hills. I’d need to double check, but my guess would be 12 meters and 20 respectively. I used to stand atop start hills in the wind swept days of yore (and mine) and look down at the roller coaster that my boys were about to launch themselves down, with my gall in my mouth, but I have to confess to feeling physically sick at the top of the small (Ha!) hill with the same feeling accompanied by a nose bleed on the bigger one! Add to that; but in those blue remembered start hills there was usually a brief straight before possibly a 4 feet high set of triples or whoops…yes children thats what Daddy used to call rollers. Now though five year olds to 45 year olds prepare their adrenalin twitching bodies for an assault on  roughly five hundred yards of cement dust coated earth where the first obstacle is two rollers 8feet high with a twenty foot transition, between them. The ante is then ramped up with jumps that get steadily more complex and bigger between the three high 180degree berms  (banking if youre familiar with the velodrome) and every bit as steep.

 

Bicycle Moto Cross has certainly come of age. A big big happy grin would not leave my face all day;part of which was down to watching kids who I loved so much as youngsters yelling for their own kids. Oh and Lisa Cross, Darling with referrence to the woman you wrote about on Fizzogbook earlier (some lady dared to  mutter …”Is all that noise really necessary?”) Yes Mrs Never mind your child will improve if you lighten up, it is very necessary. Standing in the middle of this awesome (yes genuine use of the word not  the overworked superlative) every time the gates hit the deck my ears were hit by a wall of sound from several hundred in the stand on one side and the better off pro teams along the finish straight. WOW! and thrice times Wow! and the collective OOH when someone bailed out over the bars would put most football crowds to shame.

So a fabulous day out. Utterly gripping racing. ride your Specialized Tarmac over to Eastlands. Borrow your Dad’s Cortina. trust your sanity to Richard Bransons choo choo trains, but do your soul a favour…go BMXing. If your name is Cavendish please forget to lock your Pinarello Dogma up…they’ll give you another one.

 

So in Roadie parlance “all Chapeaux (hats in the air) then?” mostly yes. “So whats Carver”s whinge then?”  hey….I’m after a pulitzer here…this comes in the best traditions of balanced penmanship. A few Weeds in a used McDonalds bag Im afraid. Some go to the UCI (“nothing new there then”) some to B.C. and some to The Manchester crew (Sorry Roger). Having said that though, the niggles (for they are no more than this I assure you) that I have are also down to  a majority of old timers letting the vocal minority have their way at International and National level.

So Roger Wilbrahams et al you guys are beyond fabulous and that’s not grovelling, but here are my concerns and I know, those of a number of that silent majority.

1, What ever happened to the 15 metre lanes on the start hill? I know that deliberately impeding another rider is an offence still, but it was much easier to police when we had them.

2. Before you get to the start hill for even first gate practise. Which Idiot! yes I mean it and I will say it to your face/s decided to dispense with scrutineering? Doubtless many a good reason can be trumped up to answer this question, most of which will boil down to lack of volunteers..CRAP!. The contemporary utterance is “Riders are responsible for their own equipment”. Well, they always were people, always were. However, whilst your kid is front wheel up against the gate with a bicycle who’s star washer is not about to snap. With Forks that are still well bonded in their crown, a straight in the stays rear wheel, tightened pedals and  cranks etc etc. What about the kid in gate 3 who’s Dad doesnt have a damn clue?  He can potentially ruin your child’s day, dent you wallet and much worse his and your child’s health. So please bring back the brief but necessary checks that we did before. I am a damn good bike mechanic but I have been grateful to a scrutineer pointing out a loose head set or something more than once. I’ll even volunteer to organise and run it..how’s that?

3 Clipless pedals..in my view bloody dangerous in BMX. Potentially very good but the sport needs to look at this issue very carefully. BMX racing is dangerous as we witnessed yesterday. Exciting  to watch as thrills and spills are! I witnessed dozens of twisted knees and ankles as bikes got snapped very quickly from the cleats that were seconds before sitting poorly locked into SPDs. Clipless pedals that are a necessary and vital aid in most fields of cycling are beneficial to very few in this sport, but Brooklyn from Brierley Hill ain’t Grant Hill whom he aspires to be. Would I have put toe clips and a set of Weinneman rat traps on my Son’s Robinson? Of course not. Waffle soled vans on bear traps did the job and there was much more need to pedal!

4, Actually this leads on from 3. The purpose of a clipless pedal as any roadie, trackie or MTBer will tell you, is to make ankling ….i.e. using the full 360 Degrees of each pedal rev to be put to use driving the cranks and ultimately the rear wheel. So? Well I didn’t see an awful lot of pedalling let alone ankling going on! when the riders have these magnificently awesome tracks. why does the fraternity put up with challenge of form over substance? It is a BMX  RACE  race being the key word here. I witnessed too many processions yesterday as riders with more jumping and pumping ability (pumping for those who arent aware, is the technique of keeping the bicycle wheels moving with a well pawled freewheel, by rocking and “pumping” through the hips. It’s what you do at the end of a ten miler as you look down at your bike, blaming the poor thing for your inability to ride a sub 28). So the race favours riders with those abilities, and dads or sponsors who can afford the “steroids” of a 120 pawl Freewheel. There needs to be a bit more pedaling space between these monster jumps in order to even those 40 seconds or so into a fairer race between all skill levels…Thats not being whimpy, its about balance. In all sports (not just our multi faceted one of cycling) there are different skills on display, that even everything up. If BMX is to keep and grow the funding that is currently WITH HUGE THANKS  coming into the sport, then it must appeal to new people, who will be spectators first. We cannot rely on the Olympic games every 4 years to pique interest.. Sport is theatre (The words of German dramatist Bertholt Brecht in the 1930s recognised this) as well as competition for those involved.

5, So five leads on from 4. INFORMATION! Up go the moto sheets, so that the gradually diminishing scrum of competitors and parents (as ever) can see which moto and gate they have for the next round. But the rest of us? and even those who (when their child or fellow team member) isnt competing would quite like to know whats occuring. BMX meets are fast and frenetic occasions. It is hats off to RICHARD EAMES and colleague who’s name I forgot to ask, who did an amazing job of somehow managing to add to the excitement with their knowledgeable and passionate commentary. BUT! BUT! its only as good as the P.A. not their fault of course and his own voice skills. THAT is not a moan at Richard..simply fact. So again I go back to the past! we had as many riders in the 80s to process but the crowd always knew; A, which race we were about to watch and who was in it and B, which gate position prior to the gate falling. Please do this again OR where possible utilise the big screen. There are only so many times I want to be welcomed by millions of LCDs to Manchester or asked to spend my hard earned cash on a Pure frame from Edwardes. Lets get some info up there boys and girls Pulease. It can be done. If it’s on a screen to be printed, it’s a hop and skip electronically to the big screen.

So thats it for now. At the one end of the fabulous spectrum of racing. I send my sincere thoughts to Spencer Cremin who sustained a broken wrist and collar bone….ever the cyclists injuries in the 40 plus cruiser (24″ wheel division). I also at quite the other end of the age range. URGE. NAY BEG. B.C. to nurture the sublime talent of five year old (yes I mean sublime) Fearless Felix Twitchett from Finelines Bombshell. Please, no matter where this awesome little kid goes, do not (without a fight) allow him to escape the world of cycling. I don’t care if its BMX, Road, Track, MTB, Triathlon, you name it…one day with the right wing for him to shelter under, I as an old man (no need for that, its rude) want to have a tear in my eye as he dons a rainbow jersey beneath the slowly rising union flag.

Resluts:

Elite Men:
1 Jelle Van Gorkom (NED)
2 Liam Phillips (GB)
3 Sifiso Nhlapo (RSA)

Women:
1 Merle Van Bentham (NED)
2 Laura Smulders (NED)
3 Maartje Hereijgers (NED)
4 Charlotte Green (GB)
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Credit, not witless criticism…(please understand that) to Roger Wilbrahams. The Commissaires and volunteers. I had an amazing day. Elsie however still owes me a bacon roll that I paid for but didn’t get at Norton Canes in January 1984.

 

Till the next block of rubbish…Riders ready..Watch the gate!

Ooh, why shut up when you’re on a roll? First BMX National with both a grandstand and (albeit rubbish) floodlighting? Tamworth ….about 20 miles from Norton Canes…date….find Marvin O’Brien…his Mum Eithne will have the date…I hope.

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