Team Training 2 – Ian’s Lament
Nice to read Ian’s take on Saturday’s ride. He’s a grand lad is the big guy and will make a great rider – but he’ll need a wee bitty of time….
The route was put together by the chief route organiser Sammy. Me, him, Gio and Ian ( Mark’s not coming back out with us until he gets fitter – and he doesn’t like the way we ride). Let’s get a bit of mileage in, but not too strenuous in terms of hills – in other words, no Tak, the hill by which we judge all other hills (cycling in Nice last year the rule still held true – how does the Col de la Madone [Lance’s hill] measure up against the Tak)? If there’s no Tak, there’s got to be the Crow. Ian’s first time up from this direction (and only his second time up at all). We met the hill early on in the ride, and he did not make the mistake he did last time, which was to strain like a maniac (up the Tak) beside the others, and die a slow death for the rest of the ride.
Anyway, we headed on keeping it together on the flat and stretching out a bit on the hills. All seemed well with the big fella up to Drymen and another wee hill. G and myself battered on into the mist along with Sammy who stopped to ‘enjoy’ nature and take a couple of snaps. Up and over the hill and down the other side to wait for Ian. He duly arrived, but the end was nigh.
We headed towards Strathblane and I fell behind a clearly toiling Ian. By now his legs could hardly move, but still he insists on pushing a way too heavy gear. “My legs just spin without going anywhere on the lower gears”. Half right – he wasn’t going anywhere, but I didn’t see too much in the way of spinning. When I noticed that the big chap could not get his speed over 10 mph it was clear the jig was up. This was riding on the flat. Ian was now a burst balloon, and hence he was advised to bow out at the Kirkhouse Inn. His tortured face seemed to show a bit of concealed delight.
At the end of the day, he got a good 42 miles in the bag – no one can take that away and it’s all fuel for next time.
Now we were down to 3 and me, Sam and Gio tore on towards Bishopbriggs in the gathering dark, getting a great little train going. Managed to get the 15.1 mph average up to 15.8 mph by journey’s end. A nice average of almost 19 mph for the last 13 miles.
The last couple of miles saw myself and Sammy crest the final hill and cruise on home. The G man had run his race as his energy flagged for the final stretch. However, he got home fine with no mishaps (or if there were mishaps, we’re not telling. Let’s see if he’s got a slant on the last couple of miles).
And so to curry, and the LEJOG meeting. Beginning to shape up – the trip and the bodies.
Who’s up for next time? Ian?