It’s 01:41 Day One at the Copenhagen Six Day 2010 and I’ve decided to rattle off a few lines before I succumb to the coma that surely awaits me.
It wasn’t vintage racing tonight; there wasn’t much of a crowd, the whole bunch looked like it was pedalling in mud and Franco said he’d never seen Bruno struggle the way he did in the first chase.
My feet hurt from all that standing and walking on concrete; and my ears are ringing, courtesy the PA.
…And that was all I could manage before I keeled over.
You have to respect the mechanics though, as we stumbled in through the hotel reception, there they were, sitting on the couch, nice looking bottled beers lined up – and those puppies aren’t cheap in this country.
I was up at 06:00 yesterday, to write up the diary.
The breakfast rendezvous was at 08:00 – and there was Dann