Riders form rank on the starting line, Heart beats jumping and thumping in time A silent veil covers the field of loud colour Nervous glances and nods exchanged amongst one another. The commissaire shouts. The flag goes up Commence battle of riders, the fight for the cup. Eyes flash behind dark glasses. Keep rivals near. Watch the pack for movement, breaks try to get clear. At the opportune moment you time your attack Too early you'll falter, too late get pulled back. Stealthily move forward, a team-mate close by, You click down a gear, push hard, catch his eye. The radio crackles, "Open the taps!" Use every fibre in your body to establish a gap. Adrenaline flows, sweat beads on the brow This is your moment. Right here. Right now. After three long minutes you chance a look back, You've opened two hundred yards on the bulk of the pack. One rider in tow, you're not fully a...