Yesterday was race day for me, as is every 1st and 3rd Saturday of the season.
I was extremely nervous at the start, since there was quite a turn out of riders - 20 or so for the b-grade race. I did a few turns on the front early on, but started to realise that this was because none of the young fellows wanted to do their turn at the front on the up-hill part of the course, so since they're all bludging, i slunk(is that a word) to the back of the pack for a while.
About half way through, three riders took off and maintained a 200m lead for a lap or so. I thought that they'd go again and leave us for good, and no-one would get a place from the bunch, so i took it upon myself to reel them back in.
When we heard the bell for the last lap, i wasn't ready, since i was reading the wrong lap counter board, and thought we had more to go. Anyhow some guy decided to break away even before the bell, and kept a good 100m away for the first half of the last lap.
Again - i took the initiative to catch him, since i didn't fancy my chances in a bunch sprint, so I went with half a lap to go. 2 others came across with me, and after we caught the breakaway, I saw that the other two were playing the waiting game, so i sprinted again, but I didn't have enough for two efforts so close together, and they both took me on the line. - But it got me 3rd place.
My mrs reckons it was because i turned around to look at the competition when i was coming to the line, and i could have held them off if i had just kept on stomping..
Anyhow.. that's the lesson I guess. Don't bother lookin' when the sprint is cookin'.