Julian Dean Diary

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09/14/2004| 0 comments
by Julian Dean
Julian Dean - Team Credit Agricole.
Julian Dean - Team Credit Agricole.

Julian Dean Diary

Tour of Britain.


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Well, I?ve just got back from the Tour of Britain.
Actually, that ended over a week ago now but I stayed in the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /?>
UK
for a few days and from there went straight to Paris-Brussels, which was yesterday.


I might as well start with the things that are freshest in my mind: which would be Paris- Brussels yesterday. Not just because that was yesterday but more so because I am constantly reminded of it from the scrapes on both sides of my body, bruised ribs and a sore arm, after coming a gutsa twice during the race.


After spending the week in the UK fluffing around with Carole and catching up with friends, I wasn?t actually sure how I would come up for the race but after a sluggish start, I was starting to feel ok by the end. At the 165km mark, after getting away in a break for a few kilometres, we came to a roundabout. It had just started to rain and riding in the front 10, we cautiously negotiated our way through the roundabout. Then suddenly bam!! A dude dropped it in front of me. I had no time to do anything and rode overtop of another rider as they tumbled in my direction. Hitting the ground in shock, I instantly sat up and could only feel my elbow. Uh-oh, I thought. Luckily though, this time I could bend it and the pain was from a gash on the elbow rather than a broken bone. Phew!!!


After crawling back on the bike with a ? arse mind and feeling decidedly sorry myself as the rain continued to fall, I wondered why the hell I was doing this. I have a contract, I have some results, what?s the point of continuing? Then I thought again?because I love it?I think!!
And so off I pedaled, forgetting about my road rash, and just focusing on getting back to the race.


I was quite a way out the arse of the race by this time and as the team car pulled up beside me, the mechanic leant out the window and pretended to fix my bike as we cruised along. Suddenly we weren?t cruising at all, we were hauling arse and when I looked down at my computer, we were doing 100km/hr to get back to the peloton. By this stage, we were in Belgium and the roads were rough. I held on to the bike over the bumps trying not to think about what would happen if I took a bump in the road wrong or the mechanic nudged my bike a little too much one way. For sure I would?ve been toast. As it turned out, in no time I was back with the main group and I was relieved that that part of my race was over!


I began to re-gather myself and make a move up the side of the peloton, heading to the front as we came around the next corner and into a small town. As I looked ahead,

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