This
post was originally posted for Conquista Cycling Club & can be found
here...
On
paper, the Amgen Tour of California was not a race that suited me. Touted as
the 'hardest edition ever', almost every stage had a large amount of climbing
and, well, gravity is no friend of mine. In reality, the Tour of California was
definitely not a race for me. Consequently, my job for the week was to support
the team's sprinters and GC rider as best I could, fetching bottles and moving
them around the bunch if needed. And of course, survive.
Fortunately,
I did not suffer alone. With only two stages that ended in a bunch gallop, many
sprinters also had to suffer. The problem for them was that those sprint stages
were at opposite ends of the tour: the first and last stages. Separated by six
stages of unpleasantness that had to be endured just to get another opportunity
to do what they do best.
In
Stage 1, our sprinter had a fantastic finish and managed to beat some of the
world's best to take fifth place. Spirits were high on the bus afterward, and
there was already talk of 'next time'. However, 'next time' was a long way
away.
For
the next six stages, I was not much use in the mountains and, to be honest, it
was as much a mental battle as a physical one. When you are not having any
impact on the race and unable to support your teammates, you begin to question
the point of going through such an ordeal to get the end. Each day, I found my
way to grupetto and was happy just to get to the finish line, each time a day
closer to that final flat stage.
By
the time the final stage came around, the field has at least 20 riders fewer
than the Stage 1, but our sprinters (and me) had suffered through the week and
were ready to take their chances on Stage 8. The previous seven stages had
taken their toll. We were tired, very tired, but no one wanted their efforts to
be in vain.
The
final stage finished with three laps of a 3-km street circuit, and it was going
to be fast. The goal was to make sure our sprinters had good position coming
into the final laps to give them the best chance contesting the finale. Mark
Cavendish’s (who also suffered through the tour to get to this stage) Dimension
Data team were controlling the front with six km to go when a crash on a corner
split the field. Unfortunately, our sprinters were caught up in the incident
and never regained position to fight for the finish.
In
the end, Cavendish took the win, redeeming his week of suffering, while many
others, including our sprinters, were left to question the purpose of the last
seven days. I crossed the line tired, relieved and surprised that I made it to
the end. If it is true when they say that suffering builds character, then my
character is definitely maxed-out at the moment.
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