I’ve started work on the next generation of trackies.
Mr9 and Mr13 both took their first outing to the velodrome today. Mr9 is still a bit wary of leaving and returning to the fence but is fine with the whole process of screaming around at 30+km/h. He rode about 15km without incident.
Mr13 was a little more focused than I expected and took to following one of the experienced youngsters on his flying 200m runs. He quickly learned the right line for diving off the fence to hit the timing line at full speed and successfully negotiated his first solo flying 200m in 19 seconds on a 76 inch gear. On his second attempt he committed the cardinal sin of track riding… he crossed the line and… and… and… stopped pedalling.
The initial tears were caused by the sweat in the grazes. But it continued for an irrational duration and when I got him talking it turns out mostly the crying was because he was angry at himself for making such a fundamental mistake. Of course there were more tears when he got in the bath, more tears when he dried himself, and the most tears of all when I applied the spray bandage.
Here’s a shot of the double elbow trauma and the right cheek. The bike doesn’t even need new handlebar tape.