Music – Harts – Angels Walk Below
When I get a manifest in my hand and look down at addresses matched with questions my mind switches to total panic. I can’t recognise streets that I go to weekly. My pen hovers over the page dying to touch down and try to order each checkpoint. I scan over it top to bottom and try to get a route formed. I eventually lose my nerve and stuff it into my hip pouch and shoot off without a clear plan. Every race I think, ‘I’m going to win this’ and eventually it will happen as I get more experience and drop some of the panic. I did 3 of the 4 courier cup races this year and mostly came in around middle of the pack. I was talking to some of guys who turned up from London about how racing here is different. In London most people can’t be arsed. There are some great riders but getting people to race isn’t easy compared to here it’s a lower level of competition. Joe, Andy, Tim, Darcy, Bart, Lockie, the list goes on and on of people who are fast as hell riders that can win any race. Hopefully they all fall on an oil slick Friday (for what could be the biggest alleycat in Sydney history) and I can get some glory.
Courier Cup has been happening for 7 years. There are 4 races and the person with the most points after all the races is champ and gets their name engraved on the cup. Timmy (6th int the world!) ‘Wobblecock’ Shakeshaft won it last year and organised the last race. It was down to two guys: Smokin Joe and Birdlobster (Andy). Birdy needed to win the race and somehow have Joe place 5th to take the cup. Tim’s race was divided into 3 manifests, you got the next one after you came back to the park with the previous one filled out. The small group of people who didn’t race waited under the eves drinking and laughing and watching the racers sporadically arrive. They saw Joe walking his bike back after his second puncture, midway through his second manifest. He was done with the race but not finished toying with Andy. When Andy turned up for his third manifest everyone told him Joe had already come and gone while Joe was actually hiding just around the corner. Andy rode straight over the Harbour Bridge with traffic, thinking that the race was lost even if he caught up to and passed Joe but still smashing it with everything he had. He was first in with all three manifests completed and saw Joe sitting there and then found out Joe had dropped out and he was the champ. Everybody poured some beer into the cup, which will have his name engraved on it, and he drank it all down.
Here are the 4 posters of the 4 races that made up this years alley cats. Each of the races are put on by 4 different people each producing their own poster.