I don't really consider these socks to be lucky.
But I was looking forward to wearing them, fresh from Italy, on my first outing in the 2/3s. Which was so brutally short that I didn't even have time to really get them sweaty, so they went straight back in the drawer for next time.
I remember doing my first cat 4 race, back in July last year. And the feeling of the race moving away from me, and being powerless to stop it happening. And so it was once more, on a horrifically windy night up at Odd Down for the first Summer series race which it felt like the Cat 2s had been very much gearing up for. I didn't warm up very well, and I got caught in the wind a bunch of times, and my positioning was poor. Basically, I got everything wrong, and I was spat out in short order and lapped after less than a third of the race. Rubbish. I didn't get my twelve quid's worth.
I know I've come a long way: I've made Cat 3, lost 14kg in weight and I'm generally a fitter and faster rider. It's good to get your arse handed to you by people much faster than you, and be reminded that that's the start of a process rather than the end of one. I've made goals and I've achieved them, no doubt I've taken my foot off the gas a bit. Time to set myself some more, I think. Thanks to Dave for getting me this far, our adventure is not over.
And there's always the 3/4s.
Dave is a founding father of road.cc and responsible for kicking the server when it breaks. In a previous life he was a graphic designer but he's also a three-time Mountain Bike Bog Snorkelling world champion, and remains unbeaten through the bog. Dave rides all sorts of bikes but tends to prefer metal ones. He's getting old is why.