I can pinpoint the exact day I fell in love with cycling as a sport.
Thursday 9 July 2009.
I had recently been on a bike for the first time in years, being lucky enough to be part of a school trip to Norway. A heavy hybrid it may have been, but riding it in scorching sunshine was sheer joy.
By chance on my return I caught stage 6 of the Tour de France. Raced from Girona to Barcelona (confusingly for a novice) the stage was noticeable for a brave, lengthy attack by David Millar. Like most Scottish sporting endeavours, it was a glorious failure. However, it was enough to get me hooked. From then on my lengthy holidays became about watching Le Tour on Eurosport, and my enthusiasm even spread enough to get my dad watching Paris-Roubaix with me this year, screaming on Cancellara as he entered the velodrome.
For all this I had never attended a cycle race. Until yesterday. The British National Road Race Championship was held in my hometown so I travelled back westward to view the spectacle.
First up was the women’s race. As I left Queen St station the riders were in full pelt along George Square, so I hurried along to Montrose Street where I was sure to see some good action on the climb. Having struggled up it on foot often enough whilst at uni, I could only marvel at the speed that the riders achieved up there.
Having ascertained that the lovely Charline Joiner was not going to win, I nevertheless headed down to Glasgow Green to catch the finish, Lizzie Armitstead riding away from Laura Trott and Dani King on the last lap to take the jersey.
In the men’s race, there was only one man I wanted to see win.
Not Hugh Porter
Yes, so I may have been patriotic in my choices, so what?
The pace was ferocious from the start, and indeed by the time I got to Montrose Street the leaders were already through and I was only able to catch the tail-end of the peloton. Unsurprisingly the World Tour riders quickly dropped the main pack.
Pleased with the standard of racing I’d seen on the biggest climb of the course, I made my way down to Glasgow Green once more to try and secure a good spot for the finish. On the way I saw this
Manx Missile Vote Yes
And I couldn’t resist popping into Billy Bilsland Cycles to see Robert Millar‘s KOM jersey from the 1984 Tour de France
I luckily managed to find a comfy spot in Glasgow Green to watch Mark Cavendish sprint to win, TV doesn’t do his speed justice.
Could do with a fizik saddle
Amazing to get so close to the line
Thoughts? It was an exciting finish, especially when Millar entered Glasgow Green with a small gap to Cav and Stannard. However, I think more could have been done to attract newcomers to the sport. Glasgow Green was pretty devoid of reasons for people to hang about and a couple of screens would’ve helped keep up with what was happening out on the course. I accept though that these things cost money and an estimated 30000 spectators did turn up. More disappointing is the lack of coverage given, especially after the boost the sport got from the Olynpics and Wiggo’s win in Le Tour last year. A measly one hour highlights show on ITV 4 the day after the event (actually less than an hour, given that it included highlights of the Time Trial championship on Thursday and adverts) which, as it has just finished, I can say with authority was horrendously edited, is not a good showcase for our national championship. Hopefully this can be remedied by the time the Commonwealth Games roll around next year.