So, son Thomas had his eye on a cyclocross race at Herne Hill last saturday, he’s racing in the Under 12’s now and this was to be part of the British Cycling club championships, meaning an opportunity for him to score points for his club Preston Park Youth CC. I figured if we were to go to the trouble of going along I might as well make the most of it and enter the Senior event myself.
My last cyclocross race was a rather poor showing back in February at the London League team champs where I made a pretty poor job of ‘making up the numbers’!
Preparations begin the night before, sorting out the bike. I use my Independent Fabrication Planet X as my winter commuting/training bike and am afraid it only gets the occasional outing as a race steed. So, mudguards and lights off and ‘cross tyres on. Fortuntately I have a pair of fantastic Mavic R-SYS wheels on loan from Mavic which shod with a good set of’cross clinchers are hard to beat (at my level at least, the top guys swear by tubulars run at ridiculously low pressures, but that’s a whole other story).
Thomas’s race is at 11.15 so we are at the track 45 mins before, giving him a chance to ride round and me plenty of time to sign him on and get numbers. Around 15 riders line up for the Under 12’s race and pretty soon a lead group of 3 forms - Thomas, a lad from the Velo Club Londres (my old club and riding on home turf at Herne Hill) and another from Team Darenth. The 3 ride together for a couple of laps but then the gaps open as experience shows, Thomas finishes in 3rd a very happy boy and his first podium finish of the ‘cross season - worth a few points for the club and £6 to add to the pocket money kitty!

It’s a couple of hours till my race so I head off to warm up and Thomas goes off to the catering stall to fill up on bacon sarnies.
I sit myself back on the grid for the race start not wanting to get in the way of the ‘big boys’ and happy to settle for a plodding start. It doesn’t take long to settle into the groove though and I’m feeling pretty good till I look down at the pulse-monitor which tells me my pulse is 170 and I’ve only been racing for 10 mins. Bloody hell, no way I can keep this up for another 50 mins surely? But (I tell myself) that’s ‘cross racing, tough both physically and psychologically. Anyway 10 mins later and the pulse hasb’t dropped and I’m actually passing riders until ‘bang’, down I go. Trying to overtake on the side of some singletrack my front wheel goes down hard into a concealed hole and head over heels I go. Straight up again though and all seems well, bikes ok, bodies ok, new team kit isn’t torn so back on the bike and away we go. However I’ve lost a minute and the group I was passing have ridden away. Thirty minutes ridden so thirty to go (‘cross races being typically ‘an hour plus a lap’) and I have my usual crisis (along the lines of, I’ve been doing this for 30 mins and I’m knackered, there’s no way I can go on and anyway whats the point). This negativity usually lasts about 10 minutes (until the finish starts to feel in reach) and sure enough with 15 mins left I’m still going strong and catching riders. A guy from the VCL holds onto my wheel for a lap but I eventually loose him in the technical sections and ride in to the finsh on my own, completely wiped out but satisfied.

Putting the bikes back in the car I miss the prize presentation where fellow Mosquito/Londoncyclesport rider Matt Seaton picks up cash for 1st Vet and 3rd overall and there is much hilarity when Thomas has to go up to pick up my winnings for 6th Vet.
A good days racing for both of us. A low key race representing the grass roots and the real soul of our sport, organised by a local south London club, the De Laune, and the sort of event at which tomorrow’s Bradley Wiggins learn their trade and without which the sport has no future.
On the way home, hungry, we stop for a couple of bags of chips and reflect that perhaps it was’nt such a bad way to spend a dreary saturday in early December.