Category: Race Reports
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Ridiculous
“Those ridiculous men, with their ridiculous legs and their racing machines!” But first some tea… It’s just what the doctor ordered: a leisurely commute to the track, followed by a cup of tea; with plenty of time to prepare for the race, and a catch up with friends. There’s even time to check out groovy brake lights…
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Mr Hollywood
Italy, Hollywood, and Hillingdon? It all started off in Ireland, but is now very Italian. This week is Italian week. The Giro is here! Toady’s Stage number 13, may have been unlucky for the usual suspects of sprinters, but it was all skill for a select few. The trio tore through to maintain a highly successful…
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Revolution Riders
Question: Is the hardest part not knowing what could have happened? “I think with this sport, you kind of learn to not even think of it. I haven’t really asked myself that question. I am completely at peace with it. It is only a bike race, at the end of the day…” Dan Martin, Garmin-Cervelo,…
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Let the games begin
Hillingdon gets a Cannibal Like a shooting star bursting on the scene, blowing away the competition, our youngest Baroudeur wins gold in his first ever race. At the tender age of 9, Jude is growing into a stronger and smarter racer. As if it couldn’t get any better, the ‘Hillingdon Cannibal‘ does us proud by…
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Jude’s Gold
Jude’s first race at Hillingdon this morning, 8-10 year olds. Being Barouderus, he won it! Under his smile and clear eyes, is the accomplishment of a brave young heart. Riding to the track, Jude passes an assessment test with flying colours. His…
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A Night At The Races
Tuesday nights are racing nights at Hillingdon and the Baroudeurs are coming to the party. I can only imagine that it must be a pretty strange spectacle – a race track in suburban London. For many would-be racers coming in from town, or further afield, it can mean: navigating through the busy streets of Ealing,…
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Dixon steps up for the B boys
I think I finished in the top 20. It was really windy and you got hammered if you weren’t nestled in the bunch, even at the edge of the peleton was like trying twice as hard. The 50 minutes went quickly, especially as I had no computer and didnt know how long had elapsed. With…