All you need are one to two dozen hard men. Toss in one current masters world champ, one former world champ, and bike bling as far as the eye can see. Carbon wheels and frames galore. One carbon leg. I'll be screwed if they ever bring in a carbon tax.
80 laps, sprint every 10 (2.5km).
Go hard. Sprint. Blow. Recover. Cover. Grovel. Sprint again. and so on. Watch your position, keep tabs on the score for yourself and others.
These races are a whole 'nuther world of pain.
Not really much of a race report because, well, I can't remember all that much they are so effing hard!
I made a very early attack and it was on for (not so) young and old for rest of the race. 18 listed starters, I think a couple of DNS. We were nudging 60km/h for most of the eight sprints. Field too good to allow a break despite many attempts.
You are on your limit, recovering from one sprint, covering counter attacks, grovelling to stay in at times, planning the set up for next sprint and having to do the maths along the way to work out who's got what points and what wheels you need to attack/cover.
Here's another pic to show off my leg and the sexy new Turbo Studio team race kit.
Peak power: 1184W
NP: 299W (it felt harder than that though)
About 25-26 minutes of purgatory.
Damn that was fun.