Lavache’s Bicycle Race Refusal.
Once the second hand on your personal life clock has begun to sag and fade after too many revolutions around the sun and you’re old enough to have accrued some decent “mileage”, the indicator pointed firmly in the range of “middle aged +++”. Where do you turn if you want to race a bike.
Here’s two totally different approaches, let’s begin with the lazy approach and follow up with the more recent development of sponsored Masters team racing.
In 2010 Queensland veteran cyclist Lavache thought it would be great to invite a few of his old bicycle riding friends to saddle up one more time and go race in a teams time trial. His old buddies Seth and Rinaldo replied with all the wisdom gained from their many years of combined racing.
Good Morning Gentlemen.
Are any of you interested in riding the Queensland Road Teams Time Trial, Sunday 19th Sept ?
Lavache, I do not think you will succeed with this bunch as a TT requires both training and team work. Both seem to be in short supply these days.
Don’t let my reluctance deter you from your endeavours though.
Lavache you old Pillock or should I say Pillicock – it’s more apt, I agree with Seth. Old bike riders want coffee shop stops, not training with programmes and time frames. Most importantly no one wants to ride around in the bush in some god forsaken place past Timbuktoo, deal with QCA Marshalls who volunteer and are more cranky than a bull that’s just been castrated. There’s a good chance that riders will crash into one another as they’ve forgotten how to ride on a team. By the time they get to the finish they will have forgotten why they were there, and only have one question … where’s the coffee shop? Plus beyond Timbuktoo there are never showers, it’s usually hot, dry, you have to drive there and what, race a bike??? Give me a beer.
After 20 years of not racing in Queensland not much has changed I suppose, despite the growth in popularity of cycling, we still have the dark forces of the QCA and the anti cycling mentality of the Brisbane council that forces clubs to hold races beyond Timbuktu where its dry and hot and the roads are paved with unscreened gravel that contains fist sized lumps designed to stop bicycles in their tracks.
Bloody Hell where is that coffee shop!!
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