#Tuck no hander riders republic

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Tuck no hander riders republic

The minutes dragging on forever, the tarmac boiling on his bare skin, no protection offered by the ripped skinsuit. Could he feel his leg? That’s when the panic hit home. Mathieu put the Leclerc banner over him to protect him. Over three minutes passed before they finally moved him from the road onto the pavement, clear of the race line. The medics seemed to take an eternity to arrive. Mathieu came rushing over from the team car. Was it the base bar that caught the Leclerc banner, was it his hip? The pedal? Did the fence hook onto his skinsuit? His Bianchi abandoned in the middle of the road. Next thing he knew, he was lying in the gutter with team and official cars rolling past. Related - Tom Pidcock: That's Entertainment With only just over a minute to go, it was time to empty the tank. He was already anticipating moving back into the tuck. There was no going back, he was committed.Ī light feathering of the brakes and he swept in, hands on the base bars, skimming the banners, a smooth line. Perfection. With the barriers and the crowd, it was practically a blind corner. He’d reccied it, gone over it in his mind. He knew the tight right-hander coming up. If he was hurting, everyone else was going through hell. He could do this, he had done it before, he was doing it again. He had won the race against the clock at the Dauphiné and taken the national title. Rock-solid in his aerodynamic position, he knew he was one of the top time-triallists in the world. With just over a kilometre to go, he was squeezing the power, aiming for the next corner, regaining valuable seconds.