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Firstly, congratulations to all the club for the very impressive bike
display and well-organised poker run on the Saturday, great job all
round. Sunday it was the Hillclimb, and I must admit it was a strange
start to my day seeing John Davis at five in the morning, he’d stayed
overnight at my place. After that
shock I knew things could only get better. We headed off to Middleton
Beach to help with setting up, all was well on the way with scaffolding
being erected, the time keepers’ cable being run out and the fences up.
Before long the entrants were setting up in their designated places.
Loose Bruce was there and in fine form making sure everyone was in their
right spots. Then it was time for breakfast, cooked by the gorgeous
pit girls, Trudy, Raelene, Antoinet and Petra, they were calling us over
for egg and bacon rolls, what more could you wish for! By seven we
called the entrants over to give them a safety talk and rules run-down.
As you know I speak better after a few beers but I got my point over and
everyone seemed to understand. After one sighting lap and two timed
practice runs everyone was ready to start at 8:30.
The ambulances and firemen were all in place, and timekeepers ready.
I checked the track, let’s go, the flag was dropped and up came the
first two riders. Then some wood duck on a pushbike flew past me heading
towards the bikes coming up! I screamed at him to stop but he kept
going. Chester in the time trailer shouted some words I’ve never heard
before trying to make him stop! The cyclist kept going!
We couldn’t stop the bikes, they’d already left, my heart was in my
mouth, and then the bikes arrived, phew what a relief! Turns out the
firemen got the cyclist off the road at their safety point. Some people
are just so stupid, ignoring all the safety signs, road closure,
barriers, flashing lights, marshals. What was he thinking?
Thankfully everything ran smoothly after that until lunch time. Chester
and his team were exhausted pressing their stop-watches and passing me a
piece of paper. Meanwhile I was chasing up and down the hill clearing
the track, checking on everything. On my way down I passed on Chester’s
message to the firemen
ambulance crew that we were stopping for lunch.
When I got to the bottom there were bikes lined up on the start-line ready to go! Bruce said “No-one told me about lunch” oops! So, I explained that the time keepers were shattered and couldn’t continue without lunch. Bruce eventually agreed. It turned out that stopping then was a good call, because it rained for that half hour! It messed up the times for the first lot of riders on a wet track, but it's not all about winning!
I am always amazed at the speeds the really old bikes get to, their
times aren’t much under the newer bikes and the riders’ ages don’t seem
to be a hindrance. I really enjoyed chatting to the riders at the top of
the hill while I was holding them for the end of the run. I really love
hearing their stories of their racing days and breakdowns.
The only time I messed up was the last run when I came down on my trusty Trident and found there were no gorgeous pit girls waiting for me to take my time sheet. I could see them chatting away, luckily my lovely Chrissy was nearby and I gave her the time sheet to pass on, but in my excitement, I forgot to take an empty time sheet up with me.
Raelene got a radio message sent to me and back down I went, whoops, much to the laughter of the timekeepers. Next year I’ll use my Ariel Leader, that’ll keep everyone amused.
I would like to thank everyone in the club for putting on such a great event, and especially Bob Whittingstall who did a really great job organising it. Let’s look forward to next year’s Hillclimb!