So, where were we last post? Ah
yes, Spain, and the training camp. It went well! After the long drive down, we shacked
up in a super-duper glam hotel in the charming resort of Lloret de Mar.
The scenery was crap.
Initially I was sharing with one
of the team sprinters, handsome Clement, but after a few nights I was demoted
to the single (read: dunce) room, for ‘snoring’. Lies I tell you!! It must
be the Spanish air. Anyway, I quite enjoyed the alone time to be honest as the
camp was 24/7 French, which is quite tiring.
I was too tight to pay for the
web so (other than nipping off to nick MacDo WiFi once or twice) I was
technology free. It was actually incredibly relaxing and, fittingly, coincided
with my reading a book called ‘Our Winter of Disconnect’ about going screen
free for six months. It’s incredibly entertaining and thought provoking – I recommend
you read it! (The irony of blogging this recommendation is not lost on me by
the way!)
Me, melt my caskette in the dryer? Never!
Anyhow, yes, the camp. I found it
all good with regards to the riding itself. The French training ‘style’ is
certainly somewhat different to mine, but I’ll take it as a lesson in another
culture. We boshed out some decent lead-out and race scenario practice and had
some more super-serious meetings.
Valerie and Vincent. Soigneur and Mechanic respectively, and a super cute couple!
Onto the weekend when we had two
races in the ‘Course au Soleil’ series, down in Perpignan. As a side note:
Perpignan is glorious! I must go back sometime soon.
Saturday was a huge success with
Lorenzo getting in the break and cutting a big slice of victory pie for himself.
In the race behind, the boys and I did some team bonding/lead-out practice for
Clement – all top bombing.
At no point was any tomfoolery partaken in!
We're a serious team!
Or racing down hills...
Sunday was another good one,
although no win this time. There was plenty of “frotter sale” (translate that
as you will) with lots of nice incidents involving roundabouts, road furniture,
and not quite stationary oncoming vehicles. Basically, unless you’ve raced a
bike you can never fully understand the utter carnage. Man, it was good to be
back!!
Keeping it in zone 3 for the climbs... Nattttt!
I did some damage on the climb of
the day, we got two guys in the break, the break got lost and the race had to
be re-started after 75k (LOL) and then it was crosswind time. Heads down, eyes
up, guys bombing out left and right. The unmistakeable clatter of broken wheels
and carbon skidding along tarmac. At 10k to go we got team orders to drag the
break back as mes coéquipiers can’t sprint so well. ‘Sur la plaque’ and 8.5k
later we/I have shut the gap to about 40 metres. I blow my nut. The break stays
away. That’s racing boys.
Give us a wave.
Just having a pre-race wink. Standard.
The trip away was finished off with us trying to bump start Alexandre's (the Photographer/Soigneur) car at 11pm at night, after a seven hour drive. We were all cracking up at the ridiculousness (and we failed!) Ha!
I’m looking forward to putting
these legs to good use next week.
DMD
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