Too much of a good thing.

Apparently you can have too much of a good thing, so the Shavedlegs Team took it upon themselves to havesome dissappointing results.

I'd been looking forward to the Hillingdon GP, once I'd remembered I had entered it (why don't more organisers send an e-mail?). I had a cunning plan formulated in my mind; relax for 51 laps then solo break the last 5 to a surprise victory. And I would have been surprised, but I thought one or two laps out in front would get the shavedlegs name mentioned to the crowd of 6 or 7 spectators.

I was racing on the Oberon for the first time, a brave move since it has only been ridden 100 yards before. Right from the start I was in trouble, the bike didn't want to turn. Okay for the long corners, although I immediately slipped from mid field to last by taking the widest line as everyone else hugged the apex. But I was terrified hurtling down the hill at 30+mph determined not to be dropped towards the right hand bend. I made it using all the track possible. There was no way I could ride in the bunch using a different line to everyone else so I had to accept after 3 laps of letting the pack get away through the bends and chasing like made down the straight to call it a day.

The only relief came when I discovered the handling issue was due to the bearing in my rear hub and nothing with the bike or my servicing skills.

Not a wasted afternoon for the team as Patrick managed 5th and bagged an astonishing £40 in the 3/4 Cat race. I've never won that much for winning!

Brimming with confidence Patrick entered Crystal Palace on Tuesday. I had planned to go, but as usual family life had come first, so I was told.

Pat 'survived' only 4 laps I believe before pulling out for fear his heart was going to explode. Not a good sign for the Smithfield Nocturne where the tactic is to lead all the way and really get Shavedlegs noticed.