I might just be able to hang with those quick guys if I was at my very best. Saturday was not that!
dubious sensations sounds like to me
Speaking of dubious sensations, first race back last night after 6 months. 30km out-and-back handicap. It was blowing a mad Westerly, which meant cross-winds for most of the race. I ain’t built for no cross winds. Was in second scratch with three others - all way stronger than me, and we only had 1.5mins on the scratch bunch. After 15 minutes of track turns above threshold (41km/hr, ugh), I popped, then had to roll the last 20km solo being blown all over the road. Tried to jump on the scratch bunch when they came past, lasted 1 minute at 400W then gave that up.
Welcome back eh.
is your name James Kent circa 2011
Re-living the glory days.
never forget! maddest days.
THERE IT IS!
What a time etc.
fuck my fucking life, god damn it.