Before I start, prepare
yourself, I haven't had
time to write before
now, this is a long
one!!
After
placing 8th
and 8th
in two crits this week,
(Naldwijk and Niewegien),
I felt that I was on the
way up again. Naldwjk
was a 1.5k circuit, the
surface was completely
stone, no asphalt, and
after 3 or 4 laps I felt
like my hands were about
to fall off from the
vibration, the entire
crit was spent on the
tops of the bars as it
was just too hard to
stay down on the drops
for any extended period
of time, after a crash
in the last 15 laps
allowed a group of 7 to
ride off the front I
lead the bunch in for 8th
place with my new found
sprinting skills!! Its
amazing what you can do
if u just give it a go.
Sitting
down after the race
spacing out I was
approached by a quite
attractive young girl,
she began to speak to
me, told me her name was
Kelly, and asked me
where I was from, and
how Australia was etc
etc,
We
kept talking and out of
the corner of my eye I
noticed another guy my
age who kept sneaking
looks over our way, he
had just raced in the
race with me and he
looked very much like
the girl I was talking
to, finally Kelly came
out with:
My
brother would like to
visit Australia!
I
couldn't contain myself
any longer, I burst out
laughing, realising that
it was neither my
stunningly good looks,
my quick witted sense of
humour nor my tact and
charm that was the
motivating factor in
Kelly talking to me.
Even
if I had any combination
of the above, it still
would have been clear
that the reason I had
this attractive girl
talking and flirting
with me was that her
brother had sent his
good looking sister to
talk to the Australian
to try and get himself
somewhere to stay over
the summer so he didn't
have to suffer through
the horrible dutch
winter!!
After
I picked myself up off
the ground and wiped the
tears out of my eyes (I
was laughing soo hard) I
went and introduced
myself.
Niewegien started at
830pm the next night, it
was my first night time
criterium, and to top it
off it was raining, I
went off the front with
another rider after a
couple of laps and was
out there for 40 laps
before being pulled
back, I collected 4 or 5
primes and the leaders
prize, so I was not
short of cash, but my
efforts out the front
meant that when the
small group finally
caught me back, I was
spent for the finish.
The
Veenkolonian was my
first dutch classic, The
majority of the country
lives in the west, near
Amsterdam, Utrecht and
Den Haag, surprisingly,
with the country being
smaller than the ACT and
with 16million
residents, there is a
lot of farm land, On our
way there we drove past
fields and fields of
potatoes, all exactly
the same, most with
makeshift scarcrows,
some with windmills.
Just
to give you some idea,
the profile for the
veenkolonian looks like
this:
We
were to complete 6 laps
of 21kms, giving us a
total of 126kms, on
roads no wider than 2 or
3 metres, winding left
and right through
freshly ploughed potato
fields, the finish
straight was the
exception to this, a
dead straight, 3km long
double laned road,
Normally this would be a
fairly fast and easy
race, finishing with a
bunch sprint, ad wind
and a completely
different race develops.
We
started at the pace that
all dutch and Belgian
races seem to start; As
fast as possible, with
the wind picking up the
bunch soon split up into
3 or 4 groups, I was
sitting in the 3rd
group about 45 seconds
back from the front,
Racing in the wind is a
special type of racing,
and some riders
specialise in it, making
sure your in the first
wire is an art,
especially on such
narrow roads.
After
40kms my group caught
the groups in front down
the finish straight and
I saw a gap down the
left hand side of the
road, Although when I
say gap I mean I bunny
hopped up onto the
gutter and sprinted as
hard as I could to get
to the front, after
hanging dangerously
close to the edge of the
road for the first 40kms
trying to gain some sort
of wind protection from
the rider in front of me
(who was already riding
in the gutter), I knew
that I needed to be
either on, or off the
front of the race, we
passed the 4 laps to go
sign and the drag race
was on to get into the
narrow farm roads first,
I managed to get myself
into the first wire of 8
riders, Everyone was
committed to the break
and before we knew it we
had 1'25" on the rest of
the quickly dissipating
bunch.
And
that was that, 70kms,
rolling through, some
attempts at breaking
away from the group were
quickly shut down by the
well working group, in
this wind, a solo rider
was no match for a well
working group, I had to
keep an eye on things,
as I was the only one
from my team in the
break and there were 2
teams with 2 riders
there.
We
turned the final turn
onto the 3km finish
straight and after
2.7kms of cat and mouse
Julian Van Dijk jumped
and so did Wouter Mescat,
followed shortly after
by myself, and we
finished in that order,?
making this my first
classic podium, a total
of about 40 riders from
the original approx 130
finished the race.
3
kisses on the cheek, an
envelope full of
prizemoney and a boquet
of flowers later we were
on the way home,
needless to say the
scenery was no more
interesting on the way
home, That night I went
Carp fishing with Wouter
and his Brother Sjoerd,
who I am staying with,
We caught 1 fish, I'm
still puzzled as to why
you would spend your
time fishing for a fish
which you cannot eat,
but I'm told carp
fishing was a very dutch
thing to do, I'm in
Holland, why not!
As
most school age cyclists
have returned to school
after their 2 months of
holidays, there are now
no longer mid-week
criteriums, causing a
serious dent in my
prizemoney income, I
spent the week training,
eating, watching mtv
(it's the only channel
in English) and planning
the weeks ahead.
Finally the weekend came
and it was time to
travel again to Belgium
to a small town called
Diegem for the Curitas
Classic, a national 2.14
race for juniors, 24
teams of 6 riders took
the start, with 1 big
lap of 60kms and 10
small local laps of 7kms
to contest, which
included (600m before
the finish) a 300metre
climb of 12% this was
set to be a tough race,
the forecast for the day
was showers and wind.
After
the compulsory gear
check and signing the
start sheet, we lined
up, rolling away for the
60km loop. This was not
where the race was going
to be decided, as it was
mostly on nice open
roads, (Yes they even
closed highways for
us!!), but made certain
that our average speed
for that first 60kms was
up around 45km/h,
leaving some tired legs
for the local rounds, in
which only the strongest
would survive.
With
10kms left in the big
lap the pace began to
lift, everyone trying to
make sure that they were
amongst the first riders
into the smaller roads
of the local laps, one
particular driving force
was the team of the
Belgian National
champion Jens
Debusschere, who were
racing now as if they
were leading out a
sprinter in the last 2
or 3kms of a stage, I
managed to jump a couple
of gutters and sprint up
a couple of footpaths
and place myself within
the top 20.
The
Local rounds came in
around the town centre
of Diegem, with the
course after the 300m
climb immediately
turning around and
heading downhill, before
again turning back on
itself and winding up a
slow incline to the
finish, riders were
certain to pop if they
could not recover in
time, especially as
immediately following
that last section was a
long open drag which the
wind was blowing
strongly across and then
a downhill section with
a tailwind before again
leading into the small
streets of Diegem for
the hill and the finish,
This course ensured any
riders left off the back
would stay there,
although some time could
be made up if the small
streets were taken very
fast.
After
placing myself well the
bunch split up, with
myself and Ruben being
amongst the first group,
I protected myself as
well as I could as I had
Ruben to work for me
because I had performed
the best in the last
race.
Lap
after lap the group got
smaller and smaller, and
with 1 lap to go the
bunch again split in my
favour, leaving the
Belgian National
champion 30 seconds back
in group 2, with 15
riders left in the top
group and barely hanging
onto the back I was left
to fend for myself. A
group of four, including
2 riders from the AVIA
team, got away in the
last 2 or 3kms and with
the other AVIA team
rider in the bunch with
me blocking they gained
a small advantage, I
attempted to jump across
but was instantly shut
down.

With
600ms to go the sprint
started early, with the
top group well in sight,
barely 25ms ahead a
rider attacked up the
climb with me on his
wheel, a group of 5
wound over the top of
the climb and down the
other side, I started to
sprint with 300ms to go
but we had left It too
late to catch the
leaders, in the end I
became 7th,
with the front group
about 20ms in front of
us, But I still earned
80 euros for my efforts,
Ruben Finished 9th.
The only other rider
from the team to finish
was Coen Ottenspeer in
30th.
From
my experiences the
Belgian classics are
some of the hardest
races I have done, with
the pace being soo
ridiculously high at
some points that you
find yourself spinning
out your u19 gear for
kms at a time! My Next
and last race is the UCI
1.1 Zemst-Laar, on the
15th
in Belgium.
Funnily enough I haven't
been homesick until now,
I have 10 days left in
the country and I cannot
wait to get home, Ill
miss all the new friends
I have made here but
Australia will always be
my home.
Till
Next time
Rubber side down
Joe