The final stage of the Tour ta Malta was on the island next to Malta, Gozo.
A early start was on the program, with the buses leaving to the ferry port picking us up at 6am. Breakfast was served especially for the cyclists at 5am (4am english time!) in the headquarters – this included a selection of bread and jam, which was rather delightful.
At 5:30, with the sun slowly rising, the bikes where loaded onto a truck, luckily covered with lots and lots of blankets. Half a hour later, at the expected leaving time, there was no sign of a bus. We soon got news that the bus was delayed (probably the bus driver still asleep!!), but after a matter of 20minutes they arrived, and we were off for the 50minute bus journey, then a 20minute ferry journey.
After arriving on Gozo, the sun was out shining. After a quick picture or two of everyone together and the boat for the sponsors, the journey continued with a 40 minute ride up hill to the start/finish area.
The circuit was a 4.5km lap with a 2km hill in, which you had to go up, do a lap round a few houses and a windmill then go back down. The corners on the hill where tight, and very slippery with riders sliding off like it was ice, but with temperatures around 27 degrees.
Arriving at the circuit with a hour to spare, I took the time to do a good warm up, and found the legs were feeling good, better then the previous stages. With the decent on the first part of the circuit, the Italians where worried about the slippery chicane corners, and told everyone to have a non-official neutralised start. Soon after, I began going with the attacks, but on the first ascent of the climb my legs weren't feeling as good as they had in the warm up, and everything soon came back together again. The following lap on the climb the leader Pizzo put the pressure on the front like a beast, splitting the peleton into many little groups, luckily I was near the front and managed to stay in the front split, dispite a local rider leaving a gap right infront of me. A few groups came together to make a larger front group.
With a few attacks going then getting caught, riders began getting tired and the front group ended up having 10 riders, including me, the leader and the winner from the previous stage, who was a giant, a Cipollini lookalike and an ex world champion.
6 laps to go, the group sat up and I saw a chance, managing to get a gap of about 30 seconds, soon joined by the eventual stage winner Francesco Guccioni. 2 laps later our attempt had failed and we got caught. With my legs still feeling quite fresh, even after the recent attack, and thinking that the Italians (who had 4 in the lead group) were controlling it well, I thought it was not a good idea to attack, and it would be best to save my self for the last sprint up the “Poggio”. 2 laps to go, Guccioni attacked, and managed to solo to the finish alone.
The last few times up was steady, but a fight for positions. Managing to get the wheel of the Cippolini lookalike was my main aim, seeing as the stage he won was from a sprint from 8, similar to this stage.
Turning the last bend with 300m to go, I got his wheel but was not powerful enough to go past him ending up 4th in the sprint.
After the race, they put down on the results 6th, which is very annoying seeing as I got 5th. Without the use of cameras in Malta, they have to do it all by eye and hand, getting a few minor mistakes but the results got changed soon enough. I also ended up 6th on GC and first under 23.
After the stage, I ended up riding back doing about another 40-50km with a few other riders.
Bike ride
The last day wasn't a stage, it was just a 1 hour bike ride with the locals. The turn out was one of the biggest that the Tour Ta Malta had ever had, with more then 200 riders on the 28km loop. Soon after was the presentations, and then I joined the Chevin Bang & Olufsen team for another 60km loosen up.
Flight Back
The flight back was eventful. With everything packed we loaded it into the “Team Greens” team van for the trip to the airport. Arriving with 2 hours till the flight begins, we got our boarding tickets and took the bikes to the oversize baggage place. 30Minutes later a woman finally came to scan them, not even taking a look at the screen. Walking through the overpriced duty free we saw that our flight was delayed 1 hours 30, this was the least of our problems. When arriving at the gate, and after the 1 hour 30, we got told another hour, then another, then another, till it ended up being 8 hours delay. This was all because of a problem with the hydrolic system on the plane, then we found out that the pilot had run out of flying hours because it took so long! So EasyJet kindly put us in a 5 star hotel for the night with buffet dinner (luckily with loads of pasta!) and breakfast.
The hotel room had a huge kingsize bed with a million pillows, there was 2 bathrooms, a hallway, 2 balcony's and a lounge.
Anyway the flight left with only 30minute delay the following day and a traffic-free journey home even through the Dartford tunnel.
Tomorrow i'm off to Belgium for a lactate test and another weekends racing.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Friday, 19 March 2010
Malta - Stage 2
Today, the second stage of the Tour Ta Malta, was a 100km road race in San Martin. We left the headquarters at 8:30 as a group for the 20km ride towards the start. Not really knowing what the circuit was like, just some rumours from other riders, I was expecting a 10km circuit with a hard 2-3km hill with the finish on top
Arriving on the circuit, it was a area I recognised from my 2 hour loosen which I had done on the first day. The hill that the race was going up 10 times was the one I had named “Windygap”. Not remembering what the decent was, and people telling me to be careful because of the bad surface, I went to check it out before the start and it wasn't as bad as imagined.
At 10 sharp, the race began with half a lap neutralised. When the car accelerated away the attacks begun. Sitting in around 10th place in the group was a prime position for the beginning of the first accent up “Windygap”. In the sharp, roughly surfaced right hand bend to the first part of the climb, I was still holding my position. After about 200 meters, a British rider from the “Chevin Bang & Olufsen” team, who was riding a few places ahead of me came acrop, not being able to swerve to avoid, I went straight into him, therefore taking a tumble. Quickly getting up, I grabbed my bottles and bike and I was off, but the peleton had already taking about 30 seconds.
Chasing as hard as I could, trying to get on as quickly as possible was the mission in hand. Half way up the climb I succeeded, overtaking quite a few riders in the process, but a rider from the head of the bunch attacked the moment I got on, lining out the field. As Ii was at the back, a few riders left some gaps and by the top of the hill, the group was about 15 seconds up the road, and with only one other rider with me. Luckily after a few kilometres on a piece of false flat, I managed to get back on, but with the legs not feeling at their best, I thought it would be the best to try get away before the 2nd accent of the climb.
Looking for the right moment to attack was important, as if I got caught then I would be stuffed for the climb. Luckily, half way down the decent I saw my chance and got away, trying to chase the two escapees 30 seconds up the road. By the time I reached the climb, there was a gap of about 40 seconds from me to the bunch, with about 15 seconds off the two up the road. Feeling the chase from the previous laps crash in my legs was the biggest problem, ending up getting caught by a group of 10, including the Red Leader, Francesco Pizzo, who was sitting on the front chasing the two away. Hanging onto the group was, at first, difficult, but as we hit the decent it turned easier with a short moment to recover. Hitting the climb for the 3rd time, Pizzo was still on the front, but this time putting the pressure on trying to split the group. With me hanging on the back of the group the splits began, which I wasn't able to close. At the top, a group of 6 Italians and a Brit joined me, which I managed to stay with for the rest of the race, all working well together.
With 4 laps to go, the legs started to feel good, and I started to do some big turns, but by this time the 8 riders up the road ended up having 3 minutes on us. With 2 laps to go, on the climb I thought I would give it a go to try and get 9th place and maybe close some time from the leaders. 2 other riders came with me, one a Italian, and the other a local Maltese rider. The Italian sat on the back, so we wouldn't catch time on the break as he had couple of his team mates in it(he had my number on his stem), while the rider from Malta wasn't giving it his best. Half way down the decent the rest of the group came back, and one of the riders from that group started abusing me in Italian. Not knowing a word he was saying I smiled at him, which made him abuse me even more.
Hitting the climb for the final time, but at a steady pace gave me time to recover from the little break. With 400meters to go, sitting in a prime position for the sprint, I saw the other riders change to their big ring, so I thought it would be a good idea to do the same. 200 meters to go the sprint started, but I ended up mistiming it, ending 3rd out of our group, 11th overall on the stage.
Back at the headquarters, the results where up, and surprisingly I was still 7th on GC, 3 minutes off podium and 6 minutes off the lead. At the hotel room, I took off my cycling shoes off and saw that there was only half of my left cleat left, which means that it broke in the crash on the first lap.
Tomorrow, is stage 3, the final stage of the tour, but this time on the island next to Malta, Gozo. With a planned leaving time of 5:30 in the morning to catch the boat, its not something i'm particularly looking forward to, but in the race I will be hoping for a good result and hopefully get onto the podium.
Arriving on the circuit, it was a area I recognised from my 2 hour loosen which I had done on the first day. The hill that the race was going up 10 times was the one I had named “Windygap”. Not remembering what the decent was, and people telling me to be careful because of the bad surface, I went to check it out before the start and it wasn't as bad as imagined.
At 10 sharp, the race began with half a lap neutralised. When the car accelerated away the attacks begun. Sitting in around 10th place in the group was a prime position for the beginning of the first accent up “Windygap”. In the sharp, roughly surfaced right hand bend to the first part of the climb, I was still holding my position. After about 200 meters, a British rider from the “Chevin Bang & Olufsen” team, who was riding a few places ahead of me came acrop, not being able to swerve to avoid, I went straight into him, therefore taking a tumble. Quickly getting up, I grabbed my bottles and bike and I was off, but the peleton had already taking about 30 seconds.
Chasing as hard as I could, trying to get on as quickly as possible was the mission in hand. Half way up the climb I succeeded, overtaking quite a few riders in the process, but a rider from the head of the bunch attacked the moment I got on, lining out the field. As Ii was at the back, a few riders left some gaps and by the top of the hill, the group was about 15 seconds up the road, and with only one other rider with me. Luckily after a few kilometres on a piece of false flat, I managed to get back on, but with the legs not feeling at their best, I thought it would be the best to try get away before the 2nd accent of the climb.
Looking for the right moment to attack was important, as if I got caught then I would be stuffed for the climb. Luckily, half way down the decent I saw my chance and got away, trying to chase the two escapees 30 seconds up the road. By the time I reached the climb, there was a gap of about 40 seconds from me to the bunch, with about 15 seconds off the two up the road. Feeling the chase from the previous laps crash in my legs was the biggest problem, ending up getting caught by a group of 10, including the Red Leader, Francesco Pizzo, who was sitting on the front chasing the two away. Hanging onto the group was, at first, difficult, but as we hit the decent it turned easier with a short moment to recover. Hitting the climb for the 3rd time, Pizzo was still on the front, but this time putting the pressure on trying to split the group. With me hanging on the back of the group the splits began, which I wasn't able to close. At the top, a group of 6 Italians and a Brit joined me, which I managed to stay with for the rest of the race, all working well together.
With 4 laps to go, the legs started to feel good, and I started to do some big turns, but by this time the 8 riders up the road ended up having 3 minutes on us. With 2 laps to go, on the climb I thought I would give it a go to try and get 9th place and maybe close some time from the leaders. 2 other riders came with me, one a Italian, and the other a local Maltese rider. The Italian sat on the back, so we wouldn't catch time on the break as he had couple of his team mates in it(he had my number on his stem), while the rider from Malta wasn't giving it his best. Half way down the decent the rest of the group came back, and one of the riders from that group started abusing me in Italian. Not knowing a word he was saying I smiled at him, which made him abuse me even more.
Hitting the climb for the final time, but at a steady pace gave me time to recover from the little break. With 400meters to go, sitting in a prime position for the sprint, I saw the other riders change to their big ring, so I thought it would be a good idea to do the same. 200 meters to go the sprint started, but I ended up mistiming it, ending 3rd out of our group, 11th overall on the stage.
Back at the headquarters, the results where up, and surprisingly I was still 7th on GC, 3 minutes off podium and 6 minutes off the lead. At the hotel room, I took off my cycling shoes off and saw that there was only half of my left cleat left, which means that it broke in the crash on the first lap.
Tomorrow, is stage 3, the final stage of the tour, but this time on the island next to Malta, Gozo. With a planned leaving time of 5:30 in the morning to catch the boat, its not something i'm particularly looking forward to, but in the race I will be hoping for a good result and hopefully get onto the podium.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Tour Ta Malta
On Tuesday evening, my dad and I left for Gatwick Airport. The flight was Wednesday Morning at 7:15, meaning another early start, getting up at 4:30am, seeing as we had to be their 2 hours before to ensure we got our bikes on board.
This was the first time I had flown from Gatwick, and the first time I was going to Malta. Likewise for my Dad. From what I had heard, the roads were like ice if it rained, there was no MOT so the cars were all falling to bits and oil was everywhere.
The plane ended up leaving 45 minutes behind schedule, due to a traffic jam of planes on the runway in Gatwick.
After about 3 hours we arrived in Malta on the expected time despite the delay, all thanks to a tail wind. We got out with the sun shining and only a breath of wind. After getting the bags, we were greeted by one of the organisers of the "Tour ta Malta" who loaded our bikes and luggage into his Kia Sportage, loading it to the brim, the organiser got us a taxi to take us to the headquarters (which was also the hotel that we where meant to be staying at) of the race, while he took our bikes.
The Taxi Journey
This was the first time that I would be able to see what Malta was like. The taxi driver, in my opinion, was a madman. On single lane roads he was overtaking and undertaking cars, almost scraping all other cars, and beeping his horn at them to move out the way. Cars were coming out from side roads without looking, not stopping and, of course, he wasn't, which made me think that this was the way that people drive here. Car horns where constantly heard from all the close misses, and red lights or zebra crossing weren't in his or anyone else's dictionary's, going straight through even with pedestrians nearby. We got closer to the hotel and the traffic started to build. The taxi driver, still being "the perfect bunch rider" was still fitting through the smallest gaps and trying to “move up” as much as he can, cutting other people up as a result of his actions. But it seemed everyone was doing the same.
Arriving at the hotel, we got our luggage unloaded to take in, just to find that we had to pack it all back in, this time into a van. We were staying about 500m away in Hotel Sliema Chalet. This time we had a different driver driving the van, he was on the phone, driving one handed, without a seatbelt and cutting up a policewoman (who did nothing except hoot her horn) and lots of other people. We soon arrived to find that the room would not be ready for another 30 minutes. So we went back to the headquarters for some lunch of Pasta and ham.
First ride in Malta
When the room was ready, we quickly unpacked so I would be able to go for a couple of hours loosen up, and to see the Stage 1 time trial circuit. Without a map, I had a brief route to get to the circuit that a manager from another team had told me, and somehow managed to find it without problems. The roads were undulating, filled with traffic and kamikaze drivers. I somehow managed to get abused for riding on a bike path, which is something that doesn't even happen in England, and made me laugh.
The time trial circuit was mostly flat with a few little drags in it, but by the time I had done the circuit I had only done 15km, so I continued riding and went exploring. On my search around, I found some nice hills, the first of them very similar to a local climb near me, Little Baddow, which
I big ringed to get my heart rate up. At the top I saw a nice decent to my left which looked like it ended up going up some nice hills, I went down and came to one, which I named Windygap (Due to its similarity to the climb from the Junior tour of Ireland) and a random really bad surface road which I only managed to go up at 10km/h.
Trying to make a loop back to the hotel, I went down a little road and ended up getting chased by 3 dogs, 2 small and 1 big, so a bit of interval training was included in the ride!
Following my instincts, I went down a few random roads and ended up seeing the sea, so cycled towards it, and then a bit further sign posts to the capital Valetta (the rest of the signs for some
reason looked like they were in Russian) I knew that the hotel was only a matter of kilometers down the coast from Valetta in a town called Sliema. Somehow I found the hotel with no problem at all, taking the same route that the Taxi took just a few hours earlier, dodging the traffic. I
checked my Garmin 500 and saw that I had 750m of climbing, which was quite alot for a 2 hour loosen up, and just to let you know, an average temp of 16.5 degrees.
Stage 1 - The Time Trial
Getting up at 6:30am to eat at 7, made it another early start. We had to be at the headquarters for 8, as everyone had to sign on then cycle together to the start of the time trial.. The organisers managed to get David Miller to come (because he was born on Malta) to cycle with everyone who was racing to the start of the time trial circuit. He soon had to leave, as he had to catch his plane for Milan-San Remo at the weekend.
We arrived with a hour and a half till my planned start, I layed down on a wall, and rested for a good half an hour, till about a hour to go when I thought it would be a good moment to start a good warm up. At a glance, there was a nice hill in a hotel car park nearby, so I rode up and down it till the start.
As it was only a 6km circuit, and a 32km time trial, we had to do 5 laps, and it was our responsibility to make sure we did 5 laps, not 4 laps and not 6 laps (which people had done in the past years). The roads were almost completely closed (except for buses) which I was very happy with after my ride on that road the day before (as it is one of the busiest roads on the island). This would also be the longest time trial that I would have done up to this date.
At 11:10 I was off. After 2km there was a good feeling in my legs and managed to catch my minute man. On the 2nd lap, some person all in black managed to catch me up, and went past me. It was the perfect opportunity to pace myself at his pace, but without drafting. A few laps later, seeing him struggle, I overtook him, to find a kilometre after later he went past me again.
On the following U-Turn, I heard a puncture. Thinking it was me, I pointed to my front wheel in distress to the service marshal (that where I thought the sound came from) and came to a stop.
I had a feel of my tyres and they where still rock solid. I looked up and saw the person all in black who I was pacing myself against had stopped aswell. After a few seconds I realised that I had not punctured, it was infact him. I quickly got back on my bike and tried to catch up the time which was lost, ending up with a time of 48minutes 50 seconds and 6th place, 5 seconds off 4th place (Probably from the time I lost from stopping!). The average temp was a warm 21 degrees with sun and clear sky's, alot better then England or Belgium is at the moment!
As i'm not a specialist "tester", and have done no time trials so far this year, and not even riding in the position (just riding for a couple of hours the day before we left) I was not expecting to win it, but was hoping to get the best I could get on GC for the following stage, a hilly 100km road stage.
I ended up 3 minutes 22 behind the leader (Sicilian time trial champion), who did it in 45 minutes 28. The top 3 riders where all Italians and 4th was Maltese time trial champion. As i'm only 1 minute 30 behind 2nd place, tomorrow could be a good chance to scrape onto the podium.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Jock Wadley Memorial
Up at 6:30am to prepare for my first British race of the season is something i'm not particularly used to. But with the start time at 10 it was a necessity to give enough time for my breakfast to digest, and to prepare the days race food, kit and myself for the 134km race ahead. The weather forecast was something that I hadn't seen in weeks, even months - Sunny and dry - but the wind was still there which would mean a good race.
Seeing the start list, I knew it would be a tough race with Rapha Condor Sharp (with national champion Kristian House, and Roy Thame winner Darren Lapthorne), the Wilier-Bigmaggys team, and the Orbea-ForGoodnessShakes squad all 6 riders strong. With me on my own, I knew I would have to try my best and have a bit of luck to get a good placing.
Starting from the Alderman Blaxill school, we set off neutralised to the local circuit, escorted by 3 lead cars and 5 accredited motorbike marshals from the NEG (National Escort Group, who have the ability to stop traffic).
As we hit Layer-de-la-Haye, the race, along with the attacks had begun. On the second lap a group of 4 soon got away, with no-one in it from the Rapha Condor team, who soon gave a controlled pace at the front. With every attack that tried to jump across to the breakaway, a rider from Rapha jumped with them and sat in their wheel, doing no work, so soon getting reeled in by the Rapha train.
On lap 4, Jonathan Tiernen-Locke sitting on the wheel of Dan Staite, managed to jump across the 2 minute gap to the lead group of 4, to form a strong group of 6 who soon built upon their lead to make it 3 minutes. With 4 laps to go Rapha put the pressure and increased the speed to create an echelon in the cross wind section just before the finish hill, shattering the race into pieces.
Sitting in about 15th place in the peleton, to my dismay, a gap appeared 2 places ahead of me, which I, or the two riders infront could not close. It split, with the front part getting away with the entire Rapha team without Locke (who was in the first group) and many riders from the Corley team in. They soon took 20 seconds and looked like they were weren't getting caught. Arriving up the hill in Birch a few kilometres later, we could see the Rapha-Corley group had bunched up, which gave a chance for what was the remains of the peleton to get back on, creating a large second group of 40. The 6 riders who were still away only had 2 minutes of there lead remaining.
Soon after, many riders in the peleton continued attacking, including myself, trying to jump the gap and catch the lead group, but did not succeed. Then, in the crosswind section, a group of about 15 managed to peel off the front, and everyone in the remains of the peleton sat up, with myself locked in, not managing to find a gap to get through and catch both groups that were now up the road.
A few attacks started to come from the group I was in, including multiple attacks from myself, but Darren Lapthorne (former australian champion and previous days winner) kept it controlled by chasing them down, with a few other riders, making sure that we didnt close the gap to group 2, which soon had over a minute lead on us. On the hill just before the finish with a lap to go, I saw a opening and tried to do a solo jump to the group ahead, or atleast stay infront of the peleton. I managed to gain a good 30 seconds, but Lapthorne managed to get the group behind me working and with just a few kilometres to go by the second crossing of Abberton reservoir, I was reeled in.
Feeling I still had something in my legs, I stayed at the front of the group to see if I could still get a placing in the bunch sprint, but to no-avail, ending up in the middle of the group. The last lap effort of course had taken its toll on me.
The early break ended up staying away with Jon Tiernen-Locke from Rapha Condor winning, Dan Staite getting 2nd and Orbea rider Andy Lyons in 3rd place.
Riding back to the HQ, I decided I would ride back home aswell for a little loosen up, which was only a short ride from the headquarters but done me a world of good. Ending the day with 150km.
On Tuesday i'm leaving for the Tour of Malta which starts on Thursday. A 3 day stage race which will hopefully bring in some results and some good weather.
Up at 6:30am to prepare for my first British race of the season is something i'm not particularly used to. But with the start time at 10 it was a necessity to give enough time for my breakfast to digest, and to prepare the days race food, kit and myself for the 134km race ahead. The weather forecast was something that I hadn't seen in weeks, even months - Sunny and dry - but the wind was still there which would mean a good race.
Seeing the start list, I knew it would be a tough race with Rapha Condor Sharp (with national champion Kristian House, and Roy Thame winner Darren Lapthorne), the Wilier-Bigmaggys team, and the Orbea-ForGoodnessShakes squad all 6 riders strong. With me on my own, I knew I would have to try my best and have a bit of luck to get a good placing.
Starting from the Alderman Blaxill school, we set off neutralised to the local circuit, escorted by 3 lead cars and 5 accredited motorbike marshals from the NEG (National Escort Group, who have the ability to stop traffic).
As we hit Layer-de-la-Haye, the race, along with the attacks had begun. On the second lap a group of 4 soon got away, with no-one in it from the Rapha Condor team, who soon gave a controlled pace at the front. With every attack that tried to jump across to the breakaway, a rider from Rapha jumped with them and sat in their wheel, doing no work, so soon getting reeled in by the Rapha train.
On lap 4, Jonathan Tiernen-Locke sitting on the wheel of Dan Staite, managed to jump across the 2 minute gap to the lead group of 4, to form a strong group of 6 who soon built upon their lead to make it 3 minutes. With 4 laps to go Rapha put the pressure and increased the speed to create an echelon in the cross wind section just before the finish hill, shattering the race into pieces.
Sitting in about 15th place in the peleton, to my dismay, a gap appeared 2 places ahead of me, which I, or the two riders infront could not close. It split, with the front part getting away with the entire Rapha team without Locke (who was in the first group) and many riders from the Corley team in. They soon took 20 seconds and looked like they were weren't getting caught. Arriving up the hill in Birch a few kilometres later, we could see the Rapha-Corley group had bunched up, which gave a chance for what was the remains of the peleton to get back on, creating a large second group of 40. The 6 riders who were still away only had 2 minutes of there lead remaining.
Soon after, many riders in the peleton continued attacking, including myself, trying to jump the gap and catch the lead group, but did not succeed. Then, in the crosswind section, a group of about 15 managed to peel off the front, and everyone in the remains of the peleton sat up, with myself locked in, not managing to find a gap to get through and catch both groups that were now up the road.
A few attacks started to come from the group I was in, including multiple attacks from myself, but Darren Lapthorne (former australian champion and previous days winner) kept it controlled by chasing them down, with a few other riders, making sure that we didnt close the gap to group 2, which soon had over a minute lead on us. On the hill just before the finish with a lap to go, I saw a opening and tried to do a solo jump to the group ahead, or atleast stay infront of the peleton. I managed to gain a good 30 seconds, but Lapthorne managed to get the group behind me working and with just a few kilometres to go by the second crossing of Abberton reservoir, I was reeled in.
Feeling I still had something in my legs, I stayed at the front of the group to see if I could still get a placing in the bunch sprint, but to no-avail, ending up in the middle of the group. The last lap effort of course had taken its toll on me.
The early break ended up staying away with Jon Tiernen-Locke from Rapha Condor winning, Dan Staite getting 2nd and Orbea rider Andy Lyons in 3rd place.
Riding back to the HQ, I decided I would ride back home aswell for a little loosen up, which was only a short ride from the headquarters but done me a world of good. Ending the day with 150km.
On Tuesday i'm leaving for the Tour of Malta which starts on Thursday. A 3 day stage race which will hopefully bring in some results and some good weather.
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