It was cold, windy and dark. Amidst the crowd of some 9100 cyclists, there was an obvious air of excitement that lingered throughout the pre-dawn preparation. The sound of bikes' gears and chains rotating, people having general conversation and above all the voice of Rod Monteiro on the PA system. I met up with Joe, Justin Gan and Joel at the bike rental area after my dad dropped me off. Darren said that he was going to be late, but that proved otherwise when the flag off time arrived.
I wouldn't say that we were going to take the lead at the flag off, since we had gathered somewhere in the middle of the entire sea of people. And the flag off wasn't going to be a fast start cos Dr. Balakrishnan had to lead the way for a while. But after about 5 corners Darren and I left Joe, Joel and Justin behind because they were going at a more leisurely pace. And apparently Joel and Justin then left Joe behind because he was going at an even more leisurely pace.
The route was long, but majority of it was flat, and about half of it was in east coast park. So it pretty much looked like this:
It sure seemed a lot longer in ECP that it appears.... strange.
Anyway, there were 3 rest stops that were set up along the way at 10km intervals. Our plan was to draft as much as we could till rest stop 3 where we then could drink up on cold 100plus and set off for the last 10km. but somehow or rather, after we set off from rest stop 3, Darren disappeared from my view, I think it was somewhere along the bridge at nicoll highway passing the golden mile building. I slowed down to check my rear to try and get a visual on him but honestly, in the sea of jerseys its pretty hard, plus I still had to keep an eye on the road. So I pressed on, drafting more people (I targeted the bigger sized ones, cos they blocked more wind). Averaging about 33 to 35 km/h, I crossed the finish line in about 81 mins (minus 3 mins for standing still at the start line). And Darren came in just under 2 mins later. He wasn't that far away after all...
Joel and Justin then arrived, but Joe was no where to be found until he staggered in half an hour after us. I swear it was the funniest thing ever.
All in all I had a great time, and I hope they do hold this event again next year, cos by then I could try to assemble a team to take part. A team that, Ten years ago, was sent to prison for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... The A-Team.