I spent most of yesterday afternoon watching the Worlds. Phillippe Gilbert’s late attack was an act of utmost savagery and incredible to watch. It was also brilliant to see Ian Stannard doing what Ian Stannard does best, ride like a rabid monster on the front, tearing the race to pieces. According to Wiggins, or possibly Millar, i forget who, there are occasions in the peloton where the pace goes through the roof and riders start wondering what the hell is going on, and why they are completely on the lam, and the answer is almost always one word: ‘Stannard’.
One of the more impressive and speediest things happened in the junior’s race. Watch closely.