<Makes me go all goose-pimply, wanting to do it myself ..
You are so right, it's the breakaway that makes all the miles of slog
worth it, for the rider as well as spectators.
I still get goose pimply when I recall the end of the only mass-start
(as they were called then-50 years ago) I ever raced ( time trials were
the only form of "pure" bike racing in the north of Scotland back
then).
I was in the final bunch of about ten of us,and I knew I had no chance
in a sprint, and finished 3rd or 4th, I can't quite remember. yet I was
stronger than any of them and I've re-raced the last few miles of that
race a hundred times over the years...............
With about 5 miles to go there was a long inclined section that I knew
well.
At about 6 miles to go I make a solo break and put a bit of distance
between me and the bunch. I start easing off during the climb and let
them just about catch me at the top.
They are knackered and i've built up some reserves while they've been
all out trying to cath me.
Just as they think they've got me I hit the pedals with everything and
over the next 4 miles to the line I increase the gap and win a
brilliant tactical victory.
Well, maybe I'd have won or maybe not, but I remember during the
final stages of that race contemplating a solo break and being frozen
with fear.
It was just so much easier and safer sitting anonomously with the
bunch. But ever since I've had a healthy respect for the rider who
dares to leave the safety of the peloton and goes for his moment of
glory...no matter how short-lived.
brig
