Hi Yoav,
Didn't realise John went to Wales, makes sense though, thanks for that:-)
I too remember the 10s out somewhere Neasden way, mostly because I lived in Hackney and it was roughly 20 miles to the start, the TT then 20 miles back home. Sort of interval training before I knew what that was! Did my first one one a Sun GT with steel rims and got told off for using the 13 sprocket (I was 14:-)
Great to the see the pics look a couple of years before my time, but only that.
Eastway's gone under the Olympic park:-( There where rumours it was going to be replaced but that appears to be unlikely now.
Remember well the really tight first corner that was the beginning and end of many a new riders race... Also, while we're reminiscing, during one of the schoolboy races a seriously good rider (I won't name because I forget but possibly Spencer Wingrave) was so far out in front he stopped in the valley, took his kit off and crossed the line naked:-) 'allegedly'
Diable,
Yep East London was definitely a shit hole then, Eastway was little tarmac heaven in a wasteland.
Your experience of the Crimea sounds familiar. I was lucky enough to be behind (obviously) a clubmate who belted straight down, didn't get the corner quite right, his shriek and the sound of metal was a clue to slow down...
Found him 20 metres or so into a field of sheep with two screwed wheels and a LOT of road rash!
Hi Yoav,
Didn't realise John went to Wales, makes sense though, thanks for that:-)
I too remember the 10s out somewhere Neasden way, mostly because I lived in Hackney and it was roughly 20 miles to the start, the TT then 20 miles back home. Sort of interval training before I knew what that was! Did my first one one a Sun GT with steel rims and got told off for using the 13 sprocket (I was 14:-)
Great to the see the pics look a couple of years before my time, but only that.
Eastway's gone under the Olympic park:-( There where rumours it was going to be replaced but that appears to be unlikely now.
Remember well the really tight first corner that was the beginning and end of many a new riders race... Also, while we're reminiscing, during one of the schoolboy races a seriously good rider (I won't name because I forget but possibly Spencer Wingrave) was so far out in front he stopped in the valley, took his kit off and crossed the line naked:-) 'allegedly'
Diable,
Yep East London was definitely a shit hole then, Eastway was little tarmac heaven in a wasteland.
Your experience of the Crimea sounds familiar. I was lucky enough to be behind (obviously) a clubmate who belted straight down, didn't get the corner quite right, his shriek and the sound of metal was a clue to slow down...
Found him 20 metres or so into a field of sheep with two screwed wheels and a LOT of road rash!