Not exactly how I expected to spend a Tuesday. It was my first time back to the track in quite a while. I was intending to just mooch around at my own speed, ease back in slowly. I pumped the tyres up (116psi) cleaned them, all set.
I was a wee bit late getting there, but I made if from work for the first time in ages. I was actually looking forward to it. I usually do a few easy laps before jumping onto the blue band, then onto the track proper. There was a couple of groups rotating the track, and several other individuals, busy because the corporate pursuits are taking place soon, so many non regular cyclists turn up for a few weeks just for that.
I was on the start finish straight, the flattest part of the track, when BANG, down I went with a crash, hip, elbow (thankfully wearing arm warmers – or should I say EX arm warmers). I laid on the floor, stunned, no idea whether I was still attached to the bike or not, thinking, am I ok? Did I break anything? No, I don’t think so. I looked up- the group were coming round again, signalling and shouting to indicate I was on the deck. Two cyclists stopped, and helped me up, asking was I ok. Yep I think so.
What happened? I sincerely have no idea. A coach looked at the bike, and thought the tyres were far too smooth, asked had I ridden them before. Yes, I hadn’t changed anything from the last time I rode this bike. They took me to sit down, and got some fine grade sand paper. I rotated the tyres, he sanded them, for a good few minutes.
I knew that if I didn’t get back on right now, I would develop a fear of this wooden banking, so on I got.
I rode round on the grey for a while, all was ok. I added speed, I know that speed and constant pressure is essential. Up into the blue band, all is still ok. I let the group pass, then added more speed, allowing the bike to creep up onto the black line on e wooden track. All was still ok. I rode round at this speed for several laps when I came upon a slow rider. I would have to pass. A test of the nerves, and the tyres. I chose to pass straight after the curve, and got round before the end of the straight. All was still ok.
Then I came upon two slower riders. I would need to pass, and the straight wouldn’t be long enough. I rode round behind them for a couple of laps while plucking up the courage and deciding the timing, I started the pass coming out of the bend, giving myself natural momentum, I was half way past at the next bend. High up above the blue line I rode round,pilling on the speed, coming back down half way round the next straight. All was still well, thank The Lord.
After a couple more laps, I cut my losses and stopped. The hip is hurting lots.
Pass me the coffee…!