Don’t get me wrong, I still love the Six Days – the rumble of bone hard Conti’s on board, the rattle of 1/8” pitch transmission, the Europop (where else do you hear the Vengaboys these days?), the ladies and gentlemen fans in their finery, the sprinters, the lights, the smell of cologne and embrocation…
But the chases?
What happened to ‘jams?’
Dave says I expect too much, maybe he’s right?
But back in the days of the Skol Six at Wembley, London in the 70’s a team might be hung out to dry for maybe 20/30 laps – the crowd willing them on.
The chase behind hard and organised.
Now a team darts off the front and three laps later they’re back on the end of the string.
Riders like Roger Kluge, Iljo Keisse, Kenny De Ketele, Michael Mørkøv and a few more are all ‘quality boys’ but there’s not the same number of races for skills to be honed and strength in depth to develop.
Having said all that, when you wander up the tunnel stairs and into the track centre at Rotterdam with the u23’s hurtling round, the lights blazing and the PA pumping it’s still damn cool.
I parachuted in to Rotterdam on Tuesday afternoon to help Kr