As the sun glinted off bright white kits and training camp tans were displayed like medals, the faint rumble of carbon rims hummed as almost 50 rolled out of Keighley.
A cagey affair out of Skipton as none seemed willing to attack the largest bunch of the year. The duck pond passed and still the pace was modest. Eager to stretch things a little, the brilliant Tom Garwell lit things up with a surge up the Angel hill opening a small gap, brought back by the rarely seen lesser spotted Seth. Dirt Rider Billy then set tempo towards Flasby. Keen to show off the ever increasing array of day glow stickers adorning the back of his mucky bike, the lively Chris Young made a couple of attempts to ride away. As the bunch pegged him back even Bruce was spotted testing his legs off the front. The pretenders gathering down the final hill, Scott Thwaites decided to make everyone look silly and ride off the front Ekimov style.....alas stirling work by Big Australian John and Bruce closed the gap. Scott leading things out, Big John started the sprint followed by Mick Day. Enter the man, Tom Garwell. Springing like a salmon (on a bike) off Mick's wheel, Garwell gritted his teeth and tore towards the line, hearts sinking at such a breathtaking turn of pace. The classy Garwell took his maiden victory with dignity and grace (he honestly didn't embarras himself by whooping and hollering like an American and definately didn't turn round and call Mick an old
gimmer)
1st - Tom Garwell
2nd - Mick Day
3rd -We don't know and who cares? There's only one winner
Race report: er........Tom Garwell
