I was hoping to find a picture of me crossing a finishing line, arms thrust aloft accepting the plaudits of an admiring crowd (I’m sure that’s how it really was), so with great sadness I share this disappointing offering.
|Winning a race, somewhere...|
Apparently this is me winning a race in Kent; yes it is a bunch race! Note the lack of celebration equalled only by the lack of audience. Racing back then really kept my ego in check.
Below is a photo of something happening, I believe this to be somewhere on the Ashdown Forest showing me attacking my breakaway companions. Admittedly you can’t see it’s me and I have to confess I have never won a race on the Ashdown Forest so as a tactical move it can’t have amounted to much.
|Something happening in a race, somewhere..|