“Right lad, ring me
in 4 minutes and 39
seconds!” That’s the
sort of leg-pulling text
message I received
from Tom Sykes, after
almost a week of
detective work trying
to pin him down.
TO many people, Tom comes across as the clown prince —
a practical joker if you like, with his rounded shoulder
and adrenalin fuelled swagger off the bike, but a more
analytical young man I’ve yet to meet in racing. Everything is
thought out with precision, then re-analysed just in case he’s
over-looked something. Never be fooled by that chisel
featured wide smile… he’s sussing you out!.........
