More random velo-memories

• Jason Kenny brought down in a crash with his Australian opponent just yards from the line, crossing it at speed on his backside and still having the presence of mind to fling his arms up in victory celebration.  That's class.
• Kenny and Perkins sustained some nasty-looking cuts and bruises in that crash -- which would have kept me off the bike for a couple of weeks.  The pair of them were back at it the next day, riding just as hard and just as close.
• The music reaching newly absurd heights.  German victory in the Madison brought a rare outing for Nena's Cold War anthem "99 Luftballons" and any mention of the JKA Keirin was an excuse to dust off the Vapors' masturbation hymn "Turning Japanese".  The one occasion they got it gloriously right?  The GB men's pursuit team cruised round on their victory lap to the strains of "The Boys are Back in Town".  Not a dry eye in the house.
• There's an old fella with a shaggy perm whose sole job appears to be to wipe down the Belgian women's team with a damp flannel after each race.  You never see jobs like that advertised, do you?
• The sheer physical effort -- as well as the danger -- of the racing.  One of the German women was on her back by the finish line for a good ten minutes before she was able to get up and walk unsteadily back to her pit area; worse, a young Hong Kong 500m time-trial competitor who took even longer to stagger back, like some late night drunk, collapsing to her knees every couple of yards.
• Dave Brailsford, GB Cycling supremo, stood next to us as young Matt Crampton stormed to victory in a Keirin heat -- apparently utterly unemotional even as the crowd went hysterical. Another day in the office, with his team doing what they're expected to do. 
• Typical. Just when I think I've got a clear shot of the British Cycling stand -- three grinning idiots come along and spoil it.