BABY OIL BRUISES & HOTEL GHOSTS
Each spring the Tour Series promises its very own British brand of carnage filled town centre crit racing. For me the anticipation includes wondering: will the motorway service station have veggie options? Which city will my sweaty kit get lost in? How many times will I have to repress the urge to loudly swear at fellow riders? In just three of seven rounds I found out the answer to all those.
GUISBOROUGH
The first round at Guisborough started off as usual: being picked up at the local services on the M1. When I arrived not too many people said too much to me, which is pretty common if you seem to have fallen off the face of the
