I'd hauled myself out of bed at 4am, eaten porridge and then loaded my little car. In a new tradition of calm and sensible race-preparations, I was the second competitor in the carpark. I think I may even have been the first to sign on.
I can see from the photgraphs that I rode hard. I was mindful that I had two teamies in front of me who are both ace riders. I was running scared.
It is hard looking at photos of myself where I'm trying this hard. It isn't pretty, but it is me.
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