Sunny day criteriums – 7 Feb 2016

Graded Scratch Races
Production Drive Circuit, Alfredton

What a difference a week makes.

The sun was out and so were our club members, 26 riders in all.  Some new, some old – some even older – but all with visions of glory.
The racing proved so hotly contested and eventful that a few of them were just seeing visions by the end.

A Grade

Dean Griffin reminded everyone why he is a force to be reckoned with at the first criterium for 2016.

From the start it was Dean “Phantom” Wells setting an early yet restrained pace.
Only a few laps in and Brendan “Sheems” Schiemer decided to stretch his legs out.  Fresh off a 130 km ride the day before, Sheems legs were quick to protest.
Lindsay “Hillbilly” Burgoyne, watchful as ever, latched on to this and every surge throughout the race.  Never committing himself, but ensuring that he wasn’t dropped.
Less than ten minutes in and Dean “Pepe” Griffin started putting a few short surges in up the west straight.  Fresh off a placing at the BSCC (B Grade) crit on Wednesday night – which is no easy feat – Dean set about dominating the pack from early in the race.  Not enough to rattle the cages of the real contenders, but certainly enough to start testing Matt “Uluru” Ayres in his first A Grade ride with the club.
Phil “Farky” Cartledge was quick to shut down any surge and then throw his own effort in on the next lap.  Rounding out the group, Tony “Itallian Stallion” Mirabella was also playing the ever watchful game and keeping himself well positioned.

At one point the crit must have resembled a track session.  Dean W on the front, Lindsay second wheel and the others all tucked in.  Eventually Sheems had had enough of the solo time trial effort up front and so he started the surging again.
Keen to join in the funny business, Phil, Dean G and Tony started throwing their weight around as well…all the while, Lindsay staying in touch as only those experienced fellas know how.
Mid race and it was clear that none of the contenders were game enough to try and attack the others, the surging had whittled the field down to five – although Matt and Dean W were always within 100 metres. 

And so it continued, lap after lap, one of the main contenders would throw in a surge down the west straight.  The speed would then back off after passing the start/finish line.  Matt continued to dangle off the back of the bunch and Dean W was like the elastic man, fifty metres off the back, then catching the group (when they slowed) and taking on the lead for a few laps.
Getting close to the end of the race and the pace really started to drop off after the surges, so much so that Dean W was able to get back onto the bunch (Matt having stopped to assist Bob Morley after he kissed the deck) and then perform the lead out duties.

With the pressure off the main contenders as to who would sacrifice their chances, they started jockeying for position and selecting which wheel they wanted.  Dean Griffin’s wheel being the one they all wanted…
Big Deano launched just before the final turn and had the others scrambling.  Lindsay was soon out of contention, Tony didn’t quite have enough fire power, Phil (who had been flat all day) did well to almost challenge and Sheems was able to get close (legs still protesting).
Ultimately it was Deano’s strength and smarts proving too good a combination for the chasers on this day…but will the tides of fortune change next time?

Results:
1st – Dean Griffin
2nd – Brendan Schiemer
3rd – Phil Cartledge

B Grade

With last week’s winner promoted to A Grade, it was Rob Phillips who claimed early favouritism, and he didn’t disappoint the punters.  A strong and cagey ride with an aggressive sprint finish saw him take the chocolates from Brett Dedman, yet another Bacchus Marsh new recruit with promise and strong legs.

The biggest B grade criterium field in club history (13) assembled on the line, so many riders in fact that the hard of hearing needed to be up the front to hear Bill’s race brief, and those that chose a soft start at the back were still rounding the first corner when Fifi creaked through the second.
Early bursts of enthusiasm saw Brett, Greg Ley and Danny Whelan all take prominent positions at the pointy end of the race, however with a field this big there was always someone to counter and going off the front early would have been an exercise in futility.
Rick “Suds” Calvert raced keenly, determined to keep things together he countered any attempt to move off the front. But by mid race it was evident there were probably two fields in this one race as Jason Haire, Matt Ritchie, Rob Parker, John Creek successively yo-yo’ed then let go off the back.
Lurking mid-pack, unseen by all, were the mysterious three, Bob Morley, Peter Canny and Steve Kennedy, never sighted on the front, never closing down an attack and all riding well.  Old hands at this racing game they deduced early that this would be a field sprint and they hid away and were waiting, waiting (well actually Steve was just praying, praying to hang on).

The pace of the race stepped up at mid race, Brett, Danny, Greg, and Rob stringing the bunch out on numerous occasions, but it all stayed together.
The final lap saw an inevitable slowing and drawing of breath – who would light the blue touch paper?
Rob and Brett lead it out just before the last corner with Rick and Peter C on their wheel, Bob sitting pretty, ready to pounce from 5th wheel, but OH NO!! calamity…
Muncher Corner claimed another victim – well, actually the same victim!  One would reckon, if one had ridden through a corner 30 times during a race, one would know how to ride through it on the 31st!
Not so our daredevil Bob Spongebob Morley, who sped into the corner at a good clip, found the riders in front had closed out the road, leaving him on the gravel, he hit a pothole, with no time to react he went headfirst over the handlebars into the dirt, his bike spinning in the air behind him.
*He regained consciousness, put his hat back on and, with concussion and a broken rib, got back on his bike and finished the race – we wish the tough old bugger a speedy recovery.

Oblivious to the carnage behind Rob held a huge dominant sprint to the line to claim his first crit victory in living memory, Brett on his shoulder for second in a great first up showing.  Peter Canny showed true grit to get over a dazzling Rick Calvert for third.

Results:
1st – Rob Phillips
2nd – Brett Dedman
3rd – Peter Canny

C Grade

A solid and well matched field of 6 starters contested the C grade crit, including new rider Michael Lynch and the return of Madame Sue Parker – legend of the Alps.
Graeme Colonel Parker was so impressed to see Sue on the start line that he decided to race under his wife’s name (well actually we couldn’t find his name tag for the board so we used Elaine’s).

The first few laps were convivial, with laughter and plenty of smiles, but when Stay Away Ray Hodgson and the evergreen Barry Robinson decided to get down to business the tempo went up and Lynchie went out the back.
Roger McMillan, fresh off a strong first up appearance the week before, again demonstrated that it won’t be long before he progresses to higher grades with a dominant performance.
It was the Colonel “Elaine” Parker’s first race of the season and he raced handily, but used the opportunity to blow the cobwebs out and tune up for the bigger races ahead.

As with the other two grades, the evenly matched combatants were cautious about do-or-die attacks, preferring to test each other out but leave a bit in the tank for a counter attack.
So it continued, the stronger sprinters seeing an inevitable sprint finish looming and the lesser sprinters trying to keep the pace up to take something out of the sprinters legs.

Round the home turn and Roger opened up the can of whoop ass, his back wheel squealing with delight as he revved up to full attack speed.  The rest of the field reacted as quickly as they could however the damage was done, the gap was opened and Roger held to the line for his first victory with EVCC.  Barry in pursuit held off a storming Ray for second.

Results:
1st – Roger McMillan
2nd – Barry Robinson
3rd – Ray Hodgson

Season Opener – 31 Jan 2016 

Graded Scratch Races
Windmill Circuit – 53 km

The best way to end a hot dry Summer? – Start a bike race season.

On a day that would have had Noah looking for a hammer, 14 fearless road warriors celebrated the start of a new season by getting very wet, revelling in the efficiency of a solid race and a recovery ice-bath all at the same time.
We also baptised three new riders to the club, Matt Ayres, Roger McMillan and Greg Ley (it was Greg’s first actual real race).
Welcome to Eureka, and don’t worry it’s not always that wet, most of the time it’s just really cold and windy.

A Grade

The Phoenix Rises

The Handicapper noted that a disproportionate number of A Graders were absent as light rain literally put a dampener on the day’s proceedings.  Colonel Parker visited the change rooms to ask Dean Wells to step up to A Grade to help out with the “numbers”.  Naturally Phantom agreed to resume his pseudo A Grade role.  He then instantly regretted having made fun of Andrew Rushton’s comically long shorts…or were they comically short pants?  Dean also wondered if the weight of the timing chip would affect his performance on the day…before revealing a latex fetish and donning red rubber shoe covers, which strangely attracted Bob Morley’s interest…

A Grade was the last bunch to start the three lap race around the Windmill circuit.  As the rain continued to fall, Aussie Phil (Farky), Sparky Rushton and Phantom Wells eagerly awaited for the go signal.  In a silent gentleman’s agreement, the trio quickly formed up and rode at a Goldilocks pace, not too harsh, yet not too light.
The “race” would best be described as a solid hit out, each rider equally sharing the load, with turns on the front lasting between 500 and 2000 metres.  No attacks, just a simple solid training ride and getting practice for the upcoming handicaps when cohesive teamwork will be required to chase down the out markers.

So regimental was the riding, that the only excitement for the whole race was Dean putting on his now customary long lead out along Donovans Road – in an attempt to set up Phil and Andrew for a sprint finish.  The pace was raised to 55 kph (albeit with a tailwind) with Andrew in second wheel and Phil holding the prime position – sitting last.
Nearing the finish line, Phil jumped on the inside and with a few quick turns of the 53/11, opened an unassailable gap.  Andrew content to sit on Dean’s wheel and watch the Club Champion finish the race off.

All is well in the World – the reign of the new Champion has begun.

Results:
1st – Phil Cartledge
2nd – Dean Wells
3rd – Andrew Rushton

B Grade

Matt’s Maiden

B Grade assembled en masse, with a magnificent 7 surging into the tempest in a quest for early season glory.  It became evident from some early (yet modest) race sparring, that the combatants were evenly matched, no one strong enough to get away today (or mad enough to try).  A sprint finish became inevitable.

From the land that time forgot and home to other Eureka legends like Monsieur le President, Riff Raff, Robocop and Stay Away Ray, came two new racers, Matt Ayres and Greg Ley, both showing plenty.
Matt’s turn of speed and Greg’s strength and daring particularly impressive (nicknames to follow!).
All bone, sinew and gristle, Danny Whelan, without his trademark blue coat and channelling his inner Pantani, was as honest as ever, driving on the front and keeping the pace up to ensure that this wouldn’t just be a roll out to a sprint finish.
Rick “Rinso” Calvert, rode his backside off in his return race, even had foamy suds coming out of his knicks (too much OMO), always on the pace and covering moves, he even had a dig or two himself.
Who would have thought that with his advancing years Rob Phillips would learn new tricks?  Rob is in tip-top knick and seemed to roll along with the nonchalance and ease of a pro-rider, toying with the other mere mortals.  He also rode a very tactical race, only being drawn out when he had to, and sitting back to wait for others to counter moves.
Following Rob’s wheel everywhere it went, was the smartest guy in the race – Spongebob Morley isn’t stripped down to racing weight yet but he was never out of position, hardly ever on the front, and has enough power to lay down in a sprint to challenge.

So, it all came down to the last lap.  The pace was set high by Matt and Rob up to the quarry which discouraged any attacks on the steeper pinch.  All together up the back straight and round the Coghills Ck corner.  But the mood changed with the turn into Donovans, Matt and Rob stormed out of the corner and stretched the race out, with neither of them getting clear and Rick and Bob closing them down they settled again and the rest of the field rejoined.

Perfect time for a counter attack, and it was Greg – in his first race – that launched 2 km from home, he opened up 40 metres and was holding it as the rest of the field eyed each other waiting for someone else to sacrifice their race to close him down.
Fifi loves to chase stuff, so off he went, dragging the rest along with him.  250 metres to go and they were on Greg’s back wheel when Matt opened the sprint, immediately ripping 20 metres out of everyone else.  Rob got on his wheel but didn’t have the power to go over him.  Spongebob and Rinso duked it out for third a couple of bike lengths back.

A great first-up win by Matt, who we will no doubt be seeing more from.

Results:
1st – Matt Ayres
2nd – Rob Phillips
3rd – Bob Morley

C Grade

Popeye Sails Home

C grade were given the privilege of opening the season and rolled off the line into an uncertain three laps of Windmill with some foolish souls thinking it was summer and not bringing any winter gear.  Certainly putting the can of Coke into the fridge Saturday night started to seem like a bit of overkill (particularly since Terry Collie had not even fitted a bidden cage to the bike)!

After a short pause to turn on a tail light, the group became organised and, although no contracts were signed, settled down work together.  There seemed to be an unspoken consensus that there was not much point in spreading the race over half the course and riding alone in the drizzle.  It took about half a lap before the water started to trickle down into the shoes but thankfully it was not too cold, although wipers on the glasses would have come in handy at times.

New rider Roger McMillan (another from down Bacchus Marsh) was more than holding his own and looking fluent so it was hard to gauge how he was actually feeling.
The same can be said for Popeye – Kevin Lee was not looking in any trouble.
Jude Jonasson began to feel it a bit on some of the uphill sections but could not be written off and kept rolling through after a little recovery.  Underneath that quiet exterior resides a tough and determined lady.

And so it came to pass that  groupo intacto the four turned into Donovans Road and on the run up to the crest of the hill before the run to the finish.  Kevin upped the ante with Terry briefly catching the wheel – until the rear Vittoria began to soften.
The race had split and Popeye was away and gone – working hard to avoid a sprint.  Roger recovered to pass Terry and consolidate his hold on second and Jude fought on to finish third.
The showers were hot – lovely.

Results:
1st – Kevin Lee
2nd – Roger McMillan
3rd – Jude Jonasson

Eureka Veterans Cycling Club
Championships Race Day

proudly presented by

Ken Heres Bobcat and Backhoe Hire

A True Blue Hero Aussie Phil Cartledge put it all on the line 10 kilometres out, in a Cancellara-esque attack, whilst the main protagonists were all looking at each-other.  What started as a bold gamble revealed itself as inspired racing.
Running on pure adrenalin and thousands of training miles, Phabulous Phil rarely looked back and stormed home for a memorable and popular win.

So the day had finally arrived, time to see if the event would live up to all that pre-race hype,time for a champion to stand up.
A field of seven greeted each-other with the usual banter and trash talk on the start line, and set off at a leisurely pace.  A very cautious start, so cautious in fact that B grade came passed at one stage.  This pricked the intent of a few and the pace lifted.  However, the attacks were few and far between for the first few laps.

Peter ‘Fifi’ Livitsanis had a go, and was greeted with ridicule by Graeme Parker and Ken Heres (marshalling the Avenue Memorial corner), “You’ve got em!’ they chided. Phil nonchalantly reeled him in not long after while fishing food out of his back pocket.
Brendan Schiemer was probably the fittest guy in the bunch and probably needed the pace a bit quicker to take the edge off the sprinters and deter long range raids.  He had a little dig up Weatherboard Rd, all eyes turned to Fifi who like a trained lap dog, burnt yet more matches going out after him too.

The usual protagonists were very modest in their exertions, not really wanting to commit and risk a counter-attack.

Andrew ‘Sparky’ Rushton was back, an unknown quantity having had a less than perfect lead up to a race he has won before (2013).
Tony Mirabella looked particularly strong but sensed that his best chance lay in a sprint finish, however he has beaten similar fields with big solo breakaways before.
Matt ‘Riff Raff’ Bowman can always be relied upon for a massive time trial effort somewhere in the race, and today, while he struggled on the hills, he saved his best for last.

Three laps to go and Tony Mirabella explodes with successive attacks down the Avenue, shelling first Fifi and Riff Raff, then a belligerent Bob ‘Muncher’ Morley.  Suddenly the championship race had actually started!
Riff Raff put the diesel into top and ground his way back up, Muncher hitched a ride but couldn’t quite make it and he drifted back to keep Fifi company…watching the race sail away.

The “real” A Graders seem content now they had dispatched the B Grade pretenders and the pace slowed and the attacks stopped. However they had unwittingly poked a bear, after another lap it became apparent that while the A Graders were 1 kilometre up the road, they weren’t actually pulling away and Bob had had enough of their games.
With great wailing and gnashing of teeth, he accelerated up the Avenue with sphincter spitting vigour – shedding Fifi like an old coat – by the Weatherboard corner the lead car was still another 750 metres up the road, but Bob was on a crazy mission.  Over the next 10 kilometres, in a superhuman effort, Bob single handedly chased down these “usual” Scratch riders and by the last time into Weatherboard Rd he was back in the race.
Apart from Phil’s fabulous race winning attack, Muncher’s Ride probably deserves ride of the year and it is sure to become club folklore.

The final lap and Tony hammered into the Weatherboard road corner and kept the pace up for 300 metres.  He switched off and so did everybody except Phil, who immediately attacked and no one reacted.  Phil railed the chicane, his handlebars almost touching the ground, out of the corner he had opened up 800 metres and his intentions were obvious.
Matty Bowman got on the front after the chicane and took some time out, but Phil still had a significant lead.

The chasers got over the Hendersons road hill at a steady pace with none of the expected attacks.  Through the crossroads and still no organised chase, while Phil kept increasing his lead.  Half way to the piggery corner Tony attacks, this move is quickly covered.  Tony eased back and then Matt went around the bunch with Brendan being the only one to react.  Tony (sitting on Sparky Rushton’s wheel) was hoping for a reaction from the sprinter in the bunch…but it didn’t come.

The escapees pulled well clear and were striking out in pursuit of the newly branded Aussie.  Sparky attacked out of the piggery corner and left Muncher and Tony in his wake but was never going to catch the runaways.  The podium placegetters crossing the finish line with big gaps between them all.

Results:

1st – Phil Cartledge
2nd – Matt Bowman
3rd – Brendan Schiemer
4th – Andrew Rushton
5th – Bob Morley

B Grade Championship
Danny Whelan stamped his authority on the race in the first lap, attacking John Creek and Kevin Popeye Lee.  Over the next 45 kilometres of solo riding, Danny opened up a gap that could be measured in kilometres.
Only three riders in this year’s B grade race, with Dean Wells along for moral support and a training ride.  However, this doesn’t diminish Danny’s triumph and the work he put into that win.  So aggressive was he early, that he rode through the A Grade field and despite A Grade accelerating past him again, for much of the race he was only a minute or so behind them, breaking his legs with a big gear and a heart to match.
Creekie and Popeye didn’t see much of him, perhaps just a speck in the distance and they settled down to a race in two for second.  In this endeavour the race was more evenly matched.  However in the final analysis, Creekie had the edge and pulled away from Popeye.

Results:

1st – Danny Whelan
2nd – John Creek
3rd – Kevin Lee

C Grade Championship
Terry Collie continues to build form late in the year with yet another podium finish, this time the top step, accounting for pre-race favourite Barry Robertson and this year’s big improver Rob Young.
Greg Curnow found the going tough and wilted mid-race leaving just the remaining three to sort out the placings.
Terry launched off the front early so as not to be caught by a Barry bombshell attack or a Rob Young express raid.  He opened a racing winning gap and held to the line.

Results:

1st – Terry Collie
2nd – Barry Robertson
3rd – Rob Young

Phil Cartledge races away to his first Club Championship victory.

Danny Whelan winning the B Grade Championship by minutes.

Club President – Terry Collie – winning the C Grade Championship.