Bugger. First club RR of the season today which was at a new location that they said we'd give a try to see how it'd go.
Each lap was 8km of hilly terrain, the first of which was right orf the start... and the mercury was heading past 33.
I decided to sit on the guys that are always up front in crits. Wrong! They're not climbers.
Managed to miss the jump of a 5 man breakaway and, worked with another bloke to slowly pull them in. Someone binned it about 50 metres ahead, 3 blokes were helping him and gave me the job of alerting race control and getting a neck brace... 4km of nasty hills away... hammered it so hard, I almost chucked.
Spent about 5 minutes at race control helping get the car sorted. I was knackered, had used up all of my water on the first bloody lap and decided that I'd had enough... my grade were way orf in the distance and I felt like crap. Didn't take long before others, and I mean lots of others, had the same idea. I reckon out of 80 riders, 20 actually finished. There were blokes practically falling over from dizziness, others with the chills... a mate did this race as his first ever race and had to ride the white line in the middle of the road to keep focussed. He kept stopping each lap but they kept telling him that he was in 3rd, then 2nd and sent him out again and again.
Bah! I hate hot weather.