Richard

Ps I phoned today to check out availability to book a club session. Only way it is possible right now is to book a 1 hour party booking so I said it would be someone's birthday whenever a date was available!
Anyway it is £160 for one hour and I am pretty sure we could rustle up at least 15 riders even if we pull in some from other clubs if not enough JWCC.
It is a moot point until she phones me back as she had to check with manager if it was permitted to do such a let at this time.
I plan to chase up tomorrow.

Ross
After the first anniversary the missus takes over so see you in 20 years when you are allowed back outl.

The true answer to this question was subject of a doctorate study by Sir Stephen Hawkings, the eminent physicist and author of the breakthrough text 'A Brief History of Time (trialling)'
Many years of measurement and analysis took account of such factors as,
- what way is the wind blowing and how strong is it
- do you need a piddle
- how big are the guys whose wheel you can hing
- will they wait at the top of W Kilbride drag
- how gubbed are you really
- would a can of coke and 4 Turkish delights make a difference
- will anyone shout at you for not taking a spell
- are you riding campag or shimano
- are you on a carbon frame
- what colour is your bike
 
When first published the headline conclusion shook the traditional world of theoretical physics to its very core,
 
6 OF ONE, HALF A DOZEN OF THE OTHER
 

 
 
 
 

Dalmarnock's still closed for refurbishment, I think. It's at the heart of my velodrome travel strategy. :-)

I've paid too, Jann. The payment reference will be "Georgetown 21/4", I'm afraid. It's an awful rigmarole changing payment references for existing payees. Sorry.

Richard, a suggestion to the organiser could be that if they are over-runnIng they make the mystery distance a 1st to the car park type gig, nes pas?

Ha! I hope this does the trick, Paul.
 
I had an OK night, ta, Darryl. There were loads of C riders last night - so many that they made the women race with the A juniors. Even then there were so many bodies that the first C scratch was split into two separate races, and the last races of the evening, mixed B and C unknown distance, were again split into two races. The short version of my evening: 3rd in the scratch; 2nd in the points; 4th in the devil; and 1st in the unknown distance.
 
The long version: Woke up with terrible lower back pain. Thought about not going and did my usual pre-race fretting about crashing/getting hammered for most of the day. I'm no' really cut out to be a racer, but I'm fine when I actually get started. My scratch group had loads of first-timers. Lots of appalling riding. I went to the front too soon to get away from it all, procrastinated as I went back down the line and let the first two riders get the jump on me. Only made third place by about two inches.
 
The points race was an exercise in pain. I was second in three of the sprint laps and third, I think, in the other sprint lap. Unfortunately, Gerry McGarrity of Inverclyde Velo won every single sprint that I was second in. I was able to hang on to his wheel and get up alongside him, but not, alas, get in front of him. He's very, very strong. Don't know if my smaller gear is a disadvantage in those shoulder to shoulder sprints. Gerry's riding 51*15.
 
I made a pig's ear of the devil. I got caught on the outside of a long string of riders with no-one to hide behind. I must have ridden five or six laps on my tod with everyone else underneath me. When it got down to five riders I was at the back. I narrowly avoided elimination as we came to the line. Next time around I just couldn't get over the other riders. Nothing left in the tank. My legs were like jelly after that race.
 
Last race - unknown distance, mixed B and C. I was broken after the devil - really knackered. I sat at the back of the bunch, dead last and uninterested in anything other than riding round. I went past riders who were being shelled out the back, closing up the gap, but didn't move up the field any further. I found myself behind a rather erratic but broad-shouldered chap so I sat on his wheel as the front of the race destroyed itself waiting for five laps to appear on the board. When it did I regained my interest in racing! I moved up the field and got onto the back of a break of four. One lap to go and I moved out around the rider closest to me. As soon as I started to accelerate I knew I was going to get all of them. I even had time to look over my shoulder before the line. :-) 12 races to get a win. I've been in the top four for my last eight races, but I was starting to give up on a victory there. Thought I'd have to race in a bridesmaid's dress instead of a skinsuit!
 
I never know if these write-ups are an accurate reflection of what actually happened, but that's how I remember it anyway.
 
I think I'm for the B group next time around. Nonetheless, I can hardly wait to have other Wheelers there. I hope you're the first of many, Darryl!

Ha! I hope this does the trick, Paul.
 
I had an OK night, ta, Darryl. There were loads of C riders last night - so many that they made the women race with the A juniors. Even then there were so many bodies that the first C scratch was split into two separate races, and the last races of the evening, mixed B and C unknown distance, were again split into two races. The short version of my evening: 3rd in the scratch; 2nd in the points; 4th in the devil; and 1st in the unknown distance.
 
The long version: Woke up with terrible lower back pain. Thought about not going and did my usual pre-race fretting about crashing/getting hammered for most of the day. I'm no' really cut out to be a racer, but I'm fine when I actually get started. My scratch group had loads of first-timers. Lots of appalling riding. I went to the front too soon to get away from it all, procrastinated as I went back down the line and let the first two riders get the jump on me. Only made third place by about two inches.
 
The points race was an exercise in pain. I was second in three of the sprint laps and third, I think, in the other sprint lap. Unfortunately, Gerry McGarrity of Inverclyde Velo won every single sprint that I was second in. I was able to hang on to his wheel and get up alongside him, but not, alas, get in front of him. He's very, very strong. Don't know if my smaller gear is a disadvantage in those shoulder to shoulder sprints. Gerry's riding 51*15.
 
I made a pig's ear of the devil. I got caught on the outside of a long string of riders with no-one to hide behind. I must have ridden five or six laps on my tod with everyone else underneath me. When it got down to five riders I was at the back. I narrowly avoided elimination as we came to the line. Next time around I just couldn't get over the other riders. Nothing left in the tank. My legs were like jelly after that race.
 
Last race - unknown distance, mixed B and C. I was broken after the devil - really knackered. I sat at the back of the bunch, dead last and uninterested in anything other than riding round. I went past riders who were being shelled out the back, closing up the gap, but didn't move up the field any further. I found myself behind a rather erratic but broad-shouldered chap so I sat on his wheel as the front of the race destroyed itself waiting for five laps to appear on the board. When it did I regained my interest in racing! I moved up the field and got onto the back of a break of four. One lap to go and I moved out around the rider closest to me. As soon as I started to accelerate I knew I was going to get all of them. I even had time to look over my shoulder before the line. :-) 12 races to get a win. I've been in the top four for my last eight races, but I was starting to give up on a victory there. Thought I'd have to race in a bridesmaid's dress instead of a skinsuit!
 
I never know if these write-ups are an accurate reflection of what actually happened, but that's how I remember it anyway.
 
I think I'm for the B group next time around. Nonetheless, I can hardly wait to have other Wheelers there. I hope you're the first of many, Darryl!

No worries, George. I was just wondering what had happened. I should have texted one of you before I left the house but I was in a bit of a daze and didn't get round to it. (In fact, when the alarm went off this morning, I started getting ready for work. It was a good couple of minutes before I realised what day it was.)
 
I was out for three hours or so, without ever straying too far from civilization. I think you probably made the right call, turning back at Lochwinnoch. I saw one chap wipe out on leaves on the track having grabbed too much rear brake to avoid a dog. The back roads around Kilmalcolm were covered in slush and it was easily cold enough for ice in sheltered spots. Just like George said, folks - be very careful if you're out early tomorrow morning.