Be cool…

As a cyclist, I think you learn to react quickly to changing situations. Whether its winds causing echelons, suddenly finding yourself in a good breakaway move or dodging crashes, we get our brain put to the test very often. Especially in Singapore where cars have yet to fully accept cyclists as fellow road users, we are constantly slamming on the brakes, swerving to go around buses that “chop” your line, and riding in scarily narrow straight lines when cars squeeze you into the curb. When i see incidents on the road, i often think about how I would react if i were in that situation. Yesterday, that wondering came to very good use.

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I was on another two-wheeled mode of transport (one with an engine, ie. free speed) when a car turned across my path. Out of instinct I slammed on the stoppers and tried to aim for the clearest piece of tarmac. With cars coming at me in the opposite direction, I had a small window to get off scot-free and squeeze between the errant car and the oncoming traffic. I hit the car. Or the car hit me. Or whichever way you want to see it.

I’d like to think that my bike handling skills are awesome and thats why i kept it upright, but in reality the big man up there threw me a bone. Split second of additional reaction time and I would have been doing gymnastics like Jackie Chan in a Hollywood movie.

Now fuming that I had been hit, I admit I didn’t use the calmest tone of voice to confront the driver and his passenger. They immediately asked if i was OK, which i said i was, but i was still venting my anger with harsh tones. Was it necessary? Absolutely not. These were reasonable human beings who wanted to know if i was OK, and must have also been traumatised by the loud thud as my bike crashed into the side of their car. If you read this, I apologise for not being calmer.

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Slightly different context but same thinking applies.

The takeaway from my experience is that no matter how angry you may feel, try as best as you can (we all think irrationally sometimes) to stay calm and as cool as a cucumber. It will help resolve the situation a lot faster and your blood pressure won’t send veins bulging in your neck. Safe riding everyone.

 

P.S. practice anticipating vehicles actions. Just like how in a group you look at riders shoulders to anticipate their movements (you’re doing this already right???), look at brake lights, tyres turning and drivers view points.

 

 

Pull, and pull, and pull, and pull

Tour de Korea 2014, stage 6, and we’re trying to defend our 2nd place on General Classification (GC) with a mountain-top finish looming at the end of a 177km stage. A big breakaway of non-threatening riders was let go early on in the stage and together with the leading GC team, OCBC Singapore Cycling Team sent our Korean sprinter and myself (Ji Wen) to do the legwork at the front of the peloton. The stage was raced in typical Euro fashion, which is to say, let the break go then control the pace before ramping it up near the end to bring them back. This one wouldn’t be quite so simple.

For any of you who have taken pulls on the front of a group, you’ll understand how tiring it is. Now throw in 6 previous days of racing and fighting to hold position, and it very quickly becomes a different beast. With 4 riders sharing duties on the front for almost the whole stage we seemed to be doing well to hold the gap steady. It starts raining.

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The timing board suddenly shows us we are way further behind than we were just a few mins ago. It’s not possible that the breakaway would gain minutes on us at this paceĀ and in such a short distance. We figured that the time gaps must have been given inaccurately this whole time… Thanks… Doing some quick math we had JUST enough distance left to be able to catch the breakaway before the finish, but it meant we had to go as hard as we possibly could from now on. To add to this challenge, our Korean sprinter had crashed the day before and soon ran out of legs to contribute to the chase. We were down to 3. My Spanish counterparts at the head of the race have much less of an aversion to hills than me and so every time the road headed skyward for anything more than a kilometer, I would get spat off the front hanging onto the rear of the peloton by the thinnest of threads. Ordinarily I wouldn’t be in this position, but the fatigue of pulling the whole day was taking its toll. I didn’t fancy riding the rest of the stage alone and last, and plus I desperately wanted to see my teammate retain his GC position.

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Over the top of yet another hill and I grab some bottles from the car before immediately making my way to the front again. The peloton is all strung out because of the intensity and it takes me a good few KM to get back to the front. Hand off the bottles to my teammates, who are surprised I’m back at all, and get straight back to work. By this point, the searing in my legs and torture in my lungs is so normal it becomes part of the background feeling and I’ve stopped focusing on it. I have one objective and that is to close down the gap to the breakaway, as much as possible, before the final climb.

The cycle repeats, hang on uphill, recover ground on the downhills and pull on the flats. The GC leader raced for a long time with a World-Tour team and he was nice enough to come up to me and say I was a strong rider. Whether it was to encourage me to pull longer and harder or a genuine compliment, I appreciated it. We finally hit the bottom of the final climb and the attacks start. I shoot straight out the back, spent.

Another dropped rider gets a puncture and his team car has gone ahead. Been there before, and while i commiserated with his unlucky situation I just wanted to get to the finish, have a nice warm shower, some hot food and collapse into a lump of flesh on the bed. Good luck to him riding uphill on the flat. Soon after I see a familiar jersey. Finally i’m riding uphill as fast as a Spaniard! Too tired to say a word we just plug away meter by meter, waiting for the agony to end. We never caught the breakaway but we closed it down enough to hold onto our GC position. Job
done. Another mountain top finish to look forward to the next day!

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(Photos from Tour de Korea Facebook)