Monthly Archives: July 2012
Day 5. The day that would see us hitting the overall halfway marker at just shy of 500 miles. As usual a target time of early o’clock was planned, and as usual we didn’t get going for a good 30-40 minutes later. Never mind, Today we had Mark D joining us – a keen cyclist and for the next couple of days a ‘domestique’ for the team (in pro teams the domestiques help the ‘top’ rider win the race by drafting them and generally doing the work).
We set off in high spirits, the previous days 140 miles seeming to not have had any major effects on the group, except for a few aching limbs, par for the course on this LEJOG. Our route out of Lancaster took us down some quiet country roads, Mark D earning his place leading the pack for the most part and before long we were passing Kendal and heading into the Lakes proper, climbing as we went. This constant climbing was soon met with our reward, a long descent into Ambleside. A stop was called, ice cream, photos and toilet break taken.
The road onward soon began to rise again, the toughest climb of the day on which we were joined by a local mountain biker. Everyone made it up without too much trouble, and the descent into Keswick was a joy, fast downhill and easy bends allowing us to pick up terrific speeds as we went.
The van was parked up in a pub just outside of town, and we screeched to a stop to decide our next move (lunch). Some quick tinkering was required, so a visit to the local bike shop was first, then lunch in a pub (baguettes or baked potatoes all round), some cakey and then a return to the van (now parked at the Pencil Museum (oh if only we had time to visit) to resupply.
Half a mile up the road and a bang signalle d a puncture – Big J’s front, again. A failed tyre wall, so a quick swap of tyre and tube. Well, quickish. Off we went again, target Carlisle, making excellent time on the A591, minor detour off to catch the planned route (Garmin arguments again) but eventually arriving in roughly the right spot.
A decision to keep rolling to Gretna unless we rode by a coffee and cake shop kept us moving through the town, a maniac in a white van the only incident of note – impatient with the black car ahead of him, behind us, he undercut us all at set of lights in a left only lane, nearly taking Gio out, leading to an exchange of colourful language. Deciding not to give chase, we let the idiot go, the couple in the black car amazed as we were at the van drivers actions.
On we rode, again on quieter roads, I was in the lead position when a tractor pulling a massive trailer squeezed by me. Bus-chaser Daly let out a cry to draft it, and the whole team burst into action, tagging on to the vehicle and getting an amazing tow. For a half dozen or more miles we hung on to his tail, topping 30mph on the flat and 27+ on the upward hills – “dig in lads” was the cry as the road rose, no-one wanting to drop off the free ride we were getting as to do so would mean quickly being left behind. On we hung into Longtown, locals looking on in bemusement as 8 cyclists clung to the back of the agricultural behemoth. Sadlly we were to turn off, Young Davo declaring he’d have happily followed it all the way back to Land’s End.
The path to Gretna was soon made, and the traditional End to Enders stop by the Welcome to Scotland sign was made. A quick (by our standards) van restock made, we piled on to the last 20 miles to the end of todays route.
Travelling 2 up, we made excellent time, swapping a few at the front along with the tireless Mark to drag everyone home up the last couple of hills before a welcome final downard run into Lockerbie and the hotel.
Day 5 done. 114-ish miles out of the way.
embarrasing moment of the day – getting left behind by a lady cyclist just oustside of Keswick (John was “taking it easy” on his new tyre)
best moment of the day – hitting the half way mileage-mark
most frustrating moment of the day (other than lack of sleep and cakey) – 2nd tyre death on Big Js front wheel
LEJOG day 4
140 miles in one day. Seemed like a bit of a mix of crazy idea and sound plan – its the longest ride any of us have ever done, but the profile (not many hills) allowed for a good combination of distance without over-taxing us. So off we headed. Well, we got to the edge of the hotel car park and Big J had a front flat. Sam had headed off to a nearby hill to take a few shots as the rest of us arrived, so I went on to let him know there’d be a delay while the flat was changed.
Half an hour later (or so it seemed) the rest of the team crested the hill and we moved out of Ludlow together, finding our way on the route to Lancaster many miles ahead.
A brief stint on a main road was followed by several miles of winding country roads. The weather, starting bright, if a bit chilly, turned, and heavy showers began, much to the annoyance of a few of the team who had not remembered to pack any waterproofs. As we were on such small roads, a call to the support van wouldn’t get us far, so we just carried on (getting wet). We then hit the main road again, but before we’d got any distance David had a rear puncture.
An excuse for a toilet break, puncture change turning into a tyre change (Gio was carrying a spare after yesterday’s tyre/ pucture issue) and a call to Cameron to order various bits from a bike shop (several spare tyres, arm warmers and a bottle cage). We got going again eventually, and headed along a busy A49. Not too far along, my Garmin declared a left turn, we we turned onto a quiet country lane, picturesque countryside, gravel strewn road. With a big 20% hill on it. Oops. Ah well, we’re all seasoned hill climbers these days so a little hill is no problem. Shame we still had over 120 miles to go. Hill climbed, discussion about where to go next (Garmins deciding we were no longer on the route) ensued, eventually working our way back to the main road.
This time we stuck to it, making our way to Warrington and ignore the beeps from the Garmin telling us we’d missed various turn offs (we hadnt). 11.30 and we’d covered just over 37 miles. We pulled over in a Morrisons car park, where coincidently Mark and Cameron had parked the van. A quick food stop (not so quick it turned out) to eat a quick sandwich and some cakey, bottle refill and then get on our way.
This wasn’t lookng smart – miles to go, poor time made so far. However, the DIFD machine got into action properly, Sam taking the front and setting a great tempo picked up by the rest of us and soon the miles were flying by. One or two brief stops to allow the convoy of traffic tailing behind us (after a maniac lorry driver nearly took out a line of oncoming traffic when overtaking us) and soon we’d covered another 40 miles. Lunch stop 2 at a fine trucker’s cafe.
More food, no cakey. Agreement with Cameron and Mark to see them in around 30 miles time and off we went.
Again we set a solid pace, each man taking his turn at the head of the train, as we powered on, everyone seeming to have boundless energy. We barely dropped pace except for the occasional hill which momentarily damped the pace, before the inevitable downhill speed up to get us back in the swing. We soon arrived at the 30 mile marker (107 done, 33 to go), Cameron and Mark picking the car park of a bike shop to stop the van and meet us. We wheeled in to the car park, and folk began to refill bottles and restock on gels and snacks. I nipped in to the shop, picking up some arm warmers and new cleats for my shoes (the bit that sticks to the pedals). A few minutes later we were back on the road, the last 30 miles or so and we’d be done. The team kept up the momentum of the previous sessions, working well for the most part, some close calls with traffic on round-a-bouts and at the lights, but otherwise uneventful. Until around 10 miles to go, when an unspoken message seemed to ripple through the group and the pace began to pick up. A favourable wind was equalled by flattish terrain allowing us to (perhaps we’ll regret this in the morning) maintain a terrific pace, the last miles flying by as we pushed on and on. We soon entered Lancaster, the pace not slacking, rather seeming to pick up as everyone took their stint at the front. A stop was called barely a mile from home for a photo op, then it was back on the bikes and we rolled in to the Holiday Inn car park.
Done. 140 miles. Everyone intact. No complementary wifi in the hotel. Meanies. This will have to be posted during day 5. Sorry folks for the delay particularly to our biggeset fan, Fino – he’s just read all of our blog posts since the start in one sitting, and can’t wait for more!
I wake up early to the sound of snoring but also to the sound of rain battering the window. Not a good start. I try for a while to get back to sleep but it’s not happening, and shortly my room mates Big J and David are also awake.
The legs were definitely not as fresh as they have been the previous couple of days and the rain certainly didnt set the heart a flutter. The plan was to get the bags in the van before 7 and then breakfast. 7 comes and there is some activity but maybe not quite the level expected. Some of the bags are loaded in but it’s a difficult job as you dont want to get soaked before you even start. So it’s a case of darting in and out of the hotel and chucking stuff in.
I wander into breakfast with my porridge pot and only Ian is there with his cornflakes and we have a chat about the day ahead. Slowly everyone wanders in and the full compliment is there. Up until now no cooked breakfast is available but the hotel have kindly changed their weekend breakfast time to accommodate us and is would be rude not to take the hospitality. The popular option seems to be beans on toast, still erring on the side of health. Although this choice has it’s drawbacks..
The enthusiasm levels are high but no one really like to start cycling when it’s wet, it’s doesn’t seems as bad when you are already going but with 100 miles to get through the call goes up to get moving.
First thing to do, get the wet weather gear on. Jackets, hats and overshoes to keep the feet dry. David who in his own words ‘can make anything’ is put to the test as he has forgotten his overshoes and decides to build some out of bin bags and sellotape. Mmmm time will tell if they will take off in the shops.
Finally, the van is packed. There is no real system, more dog eat dog to obtain the best space for accessing your stuff when you need it. However, no matter how carefully you put something in, somebody is likely to chuck it to the bag and steal your prime spot.
At about 0830 we eventually roll out of the hotel and onto the road heading toward and through Bristol. Unfortunately, the biggest hill of the day comes in the first 5 miles. Not big by Alpine standards, but big enough to push my heart rate way up and give my leg a workout. Is this an omen for the day ahead or just not enough of a warm up?
The miles start to roll by and we head into Bristol, it’s quiet but the lights are a pain. It’s stop/start and you are constantly clicking in and out of your shoes. One of my shoes has a problem clipping in, and it’s always a job to get good start at the lights without holding up the cars. Moving through Bristol we hit our first puncture of the holiday, David back tyre instantly deflating. The team are quickly on the job though with Gio and Sammy leading the way. Not exactly a Formula 1 change but pretty good one the less. We don’t even have to blow the tyre up, instead we use a Co2 canister which takes all of 2 seconds. Handy!
Off we go again, through Bristol with Mark trying to get some action shots.
Soon though we leave Bristol but we are not in the idyllic countryside but on a major road with the rain still persisting it down but we are making progress. 25 miles in and the support van makes it’s first appearance of the day. It’s a welcome sight but there is a cloud on the horizon. The cakes kindly made by Mrs Sammy are running low and wont last the day, one of the highlights of the trip so far will be no more. There was almost an argument the previous day over someone slipping an extra slice into the back pocket.
Unfortunately, as soon we leave the support van, we get another puncture, Mark this time. Not good. 27 miles in and it’s nearly 11:00. Our next arranged stop is Chicester 25 miles in. Time to get the heads down.
To get us moving along, we resort to a long line of 7, each taking a shot of 0,5 miles at the front taking the wind before going to the back of the line and awaiting their next spell. The time passes quickly with this method and for me it’s all about calculating how many spells at the front before Chichester. 7 spells does not seem to be a large number of goes on the front so makes it my mind more manageable. Not sure how the others cope but for me breaking things into sections seems to lessen the trepidation of a long journey. We hit Chichester and as per usual get lost within the city streets and have to dig out all our various technological devices to find the right route..
It’s nearly 12:30 in Chichester but we decide to plough on a bit longer and make the afternoon shorter. We have sent the van on to scout out somewhere for lunch and about another 10 miles on we spot them parked beside a nice country pub.
The pub is nice but whether it’s our appearance or the numbers but we are shunted into a marquee in the back, which looks as if a wedding had been held their the previous night. But we are happy, lots of space to move around. The food on offer today is a carvery which is remarkable value at only £5.95 and everyone gets wired in piling plates high with the serve your own Dauphinoise potatoes and veggies. All very nice but it’s going to be hard to get going again.
Eventually we do get going, and fall into the same pattern as before. Ticking of the miles, the roads getting quieter as we head into the country, the pace is good but not crazy fast and we soon meet up with the support van for our afternoon check in. The final pieces of home made cake are handed out and we wonder how we will survive. Gio then discovers a puncture just as we are about to leave and this sets us back. The original plan was to swap out wheels if this happened but the spare wheel is somewhere in the back of the van so we decide just to fix it.
We roll out again for the final 20 miles and it’s a gently uphill most of the way. We roll into Ludlow shortly at 17:00 and through the town to the hotel. We go down a 25% hill which we are going to have to go back up in the morning. Ouch.
100 miles done, spirits still good, no huffs lasting more than 5 minutes. Cant ask for more.
140 miles tomorrow, will we say the same then?
200 miles covered in two days. Surely the team must be flagging now? Let’s hear the words of wisdom from Turbine and, first, the words of not-so-much-wisdom from Young Dave. It should be noted that Young Dave was rather bereft of sleep here, due to the frequent gas leaks that emanated from the hotel room.
Tubs, Turbine, Ronnie Rocket or whatever monicker you know him by – the mouthpiece of each phase of the great Land’s End to John O’Groats challenge.
Watch and see what the feeling was sitting in a fine Bed and Breakfast in Land’s End only minutes before the great adventure, so long in the planning, would start.
Post Ride Tubs comments – “This was a tough day, especially in the afternoon when we hit some big hills. Really enjoyable though. Missing from Ian’s blog was meeting the lovely couple from Solihull CC on their tandem the night before our LEJOG. Briefly caught sight of the chap next day post-lunch, but our peloton was in full flight and we didn’t get a chance to stop. All the best to you both”.
Here Tubs tells us about what day 2 has in store.
Day 2. When it dawns on you that you’ve still got an awful long way to go and you don’t have a day off to recover from the 100+ miles of the previous day.
Breakfast was quickly despatched, cereal, fruit and yoghurt for most. The van packed, last minute room checks, a swithering over whether to take or ‘call in the van’ for waterproofs and we were on the road at just after 7:45. The first section of road was flat, followed by a few smaller hills, where my chain locked up switching rings – a mechanical crunch which seemed to sort itself out, so on we went. A nice downhill, topping 40mph, followed by rolling hills allowing the team to work well in our mini-pelaton, passing a lone cyclist as we went. However, we soon hit a stop, my front derailleur had actually snapped in my chain crunching episode, so I was effectively stuck in the ‘big ring’ (the harder to pedal/ faster gears). This wasn’t a major issue, as the ‘profile’ for the day (essentially how the hills look) was showing a mostly flat day until the last few miles (big hill). This would allow us to stop at a bike shop around lunch for a fix. Nicely worked out.
So off we went, making good time, pausing only if/when the GPS got confused and at Tiverton, just by the Whilrliwash for a van catch up and bottle fill and to phone ahead to a bike shop in Taunton to see if they could sort my bike.
We set off, soon missing the intended route, heading along an unmapped road instead of the dual carriageway A38 – probably a fortunate error, avoiding the busier road. Taunton was reached, a phone call to Cameron and Mark to establish the location of the bike shop, and we headed over. The nice folk in the Bicycle Chain came up with a new part for my bike which they would fit while we went to the Kings Arms for lunch. A fast lunch watching a bit of Olympic telly – the road cycling naturally, and we returned to collect my bike, but not before a couple of folk in the pub donated to our charity – thanks Kit and Beverley!
Bicycle Chain had sorted my bike – good as new (the part was new, cannabilised off another Canondale bike the same as mine), so off we went, taking the road to Bridgwater through heavy traffic. This turned into a serious jam, allowing us to overtake the cars, filtering our way carefully by the often stationary cars. Highbridge, Southwick, Wedmore were passed by, a brief van catch-up stop our only pause as we moved swiftly to Cheddar in the Mendips. Here the road was to climb, steeply – our support team at the ready to grab a photo as we toiled up the steep incline, myself at the back, though barely a gap was between the team. Fortunately the severity of the hill did not last, and a gentler slope lay before us (and a queue of cars behind us) when we finally reached the top. And turned back, as we’d missed the turn off. A few more miles of confused GPS following, a run in with the van team to determine which way to go and we were soon flying down the hill to our accomodation for the night. But not before another “we’re lost” moment and about turn for the last couple of miles, finally reaching the Bristol Road and a beaming Cameron waving us in to the hotel carpark.
Day 2 done. 102 miles.
Best near-bonk moment of the day – Big J asking for a sweetie/ gel 400 yards from the hotel.
Scariest moment of the day – numerous run ins with oncoming traffic on narrow roads and in the traffic jam, especially a bus or two.
Best moments of the day (other than finishing) – the many beeps and waves from friendly motorists, Kit & Bev donating to us
Worst moment of the day – my camera is bust, so no photos after lunch 😦
The first day of actual cycling was preceeded by the night of a thousand squeaks – the hostel bunks had the charming feature of making a terrible racket every time you made any movement. Result – not a very good nights kip for many of us. Still, up at 6-ish, showered (optional), breakfasted, bottles filled and some last minute mechanical tweaks before heading down the 3/4 mile to the ‘start’ at Land’s End.
John, Sam and I filled in the ‘End to Enders’ book in the hotel, then a series of photos at “The Sign” for the whole team. Then to the ‘start line’ – yup, there is an ‘official’ start line painted on the road. Striking a quick pose for camerman Cameron and we were off.
Problem #1. We’ve only ever ridden as a group of 7 once, months ago, so the ‘system’ we regularly use to change the ‘man at the front’ which works fine for a single file line of 3-5 folk wasnt really going to cut it with the ‘peleton’. Three systems came into play, which made for a fun few rotations while we worked out what was what. Eventually we got into a rhythm, merged the 3 into 1 system, and the DIFD train was 2 abreast and working well, swapping the lead pair every mile or so.
On we went, taking it reasonably easy, aiming for our first break (and potential cakey stop!) at Redruth. Mark was having some problems with his gears, so a quick stop at a bike shop (no use it turns out) meant we missed the van rendezvous. A phone call re-arranged a layby stop – van, cake, bananas and water refills. On we went, toiling up a hill or two, making good time and only having to play with the traffic a few times on the busier parts of the A30. A silver van tried to take us out, but missed us all as he zoomed by, giving us at least 3 inches of room (why would we need more?) and nearly causing a peleton pile-up.
Target 2 – lunch at Wadebridge (60 miles) and rendezvous with McGivern cousins Gary & Claire. The only issue between us and there/ them, the haybale challenge. It must be some new Cornish cycling test. Local farmers block the road with haybales and us cyclists need to negotiate the resulting slalom to prove we are true masters of the bike.
Slalom test passed, we arrived in Wadebridge, located pub, van support, cousins and something solid to lock 7 bikes to.
Lunch demolished in quick time (for those that got it on first order, something of a wait for tables 2 and 3), chat with one and all, then we were back on the road for the last 40 miles. Should be easy enough but for problem #2 – the bikeroutetoaster courses and Sam’s and my Garmins were not playing nice, making dealing with route and direction changes ‘fun’ – wrong turns and roads aplenty. Still we got the right one eventually, only to discover problem #3 – the last 40 miles (no problem) contained 2 hefty hills (potential problem). So far Cornwall hadn’t quite presented the 25% inclines we’d anticipated and in the end nor really did these two. We took the first at pace, a long gradual ascent rather than a torturous steep affair, the team now well used to such challenges. In between this and the next, a road with new ‘loose chippings’. Or, in my humble opinion, a pile of gravel threatening to have you off the bike if you dared to move at any pace, pretending to be a road. For miles. And up hill, making it even more fun. In the end, no issues, but a nervous few miles.
The last hill took its first victim – Bryan going for the cadence record of the day, as his chain jumped off the sprockets, me narrowly missing running right into his back wheel. A short stop to fix his chain back on, resulted in the group stringing out and Bryan playing catch up. After a bit of climbing, it seemed he wasn’t catching the group, Gio, then myself eased off allowing him to regain contact with us, then a quick tow to Mark and David ahead. Sam and John had vanished into the distance, so the 5 of us got a train going , eventually catching them up at the roadside. We reformed the full group, hoping for an easy last 10 miles. This hope was dashed, most of the remaining miles taking us up hill, passing the 100 mile mark (and David’s first century ride) before a final fast downhill into Okehampton.
A last ‘where’s the accommodation?’ conflab – turned out it was just round the corner, up a ‘nice finish to your day’ bit of road according to a local. In other words, a hill. Not quite a killer, but did offer the opportunity to do a ‘Cav’ and childishly sprint by the rest of the team from the back for the first ‘stage win’. Day 1 in the bag. Lets see what tomorrow brings.
Garmin link to follow… and here it is:
LEJOG day 1
up and at em at silly o’clock cos I couldn’t sleep – a mixture of nerves and excitement about the adventure (ordeal?) ahead of us. David came to mine, Bryan’s dad picked us up and kindly took us to the airport. We met the other 4 DIFD cyclists and slowly made our way to security where David was relieved of various toiletries not under the 100ml limit. An uneventful flight followed, but a harsh landing added a little excitement to proceedings. First time I’ve been in a plane landing at 15° roll.
We piled into the minibus for our transfer down to Land’s End, stopping briefly at the services to grab lunch. An uneventful journey, with brief moments of gadgetry use as we checked email and tweeted a bit.
Arriving at the hostel, it seemed we’d made a slight misjudgement, the owners on the understanding that we were not going to be there til 5pm.
It was just after 3pm. Result – a walk to Lands End to meet up with Cameron and Mark Snr, Mark and David hopping back in the minibus for a lift to the nearby “Last Inn”.
Our support met, a few photos taken and then return to the hostel, bikes unloaded and assembled and the lady owner phoned, soon then arriving to let us in for the inevitable fight over beds. The accommodation resolved, a short warm up/ bike check ride for 10 miles introduced us to our first Cornish Hill. A mere 17% incline. This ascent topped, we turned to get back to head out for dinner. The Last Inn, fine ale, decent pub fare, but a long wait to actually see the grub arrive.
Home. Fireworks at Lands End in the distance and a check of email to see dozens of ‘justgiving’ donation alerts. Much twittering of thanks, then a quick blog post before bed – a 6am start likely for our first acutal day on the bikes.
Tuesday night is van packing night. Or it was yesterday. Wrestling pedals off their cranks, removing of handlebars (or not, as was the preference of some) followed by boxing of bicycles & their wheels, spare wheels and assorted stuff into the van – various spare parts, tools, our gear, a vast selection of energy food and (yes!) cakey (thank you Mrs Sammy!). And of course a Nespresso machine. Packing was followed by a curry, naturally.
For two of us, this morning is day 1 of the LEJOG. The support crew of team DIFD, Cameron and Mark Snr should now be on their way south with the aforementioned van-load of stuff.
Saturday was to be our last ‘team training’ ride before the LEJOG. In the end there were four riders – Bryan, John, Sam and myself. John cycled to mine and we headed the 5 or so miles to the “Club House” to meet the others. The four of us set off to do an ‘easy pace’ 60 miles or so, but we were soon moving at a blistering pace on route to Stirling, a slight tail wind helping us reach a comfortable 20mph+ average. The miles slipped by, with us occasionally riding 2×2 to chat as we easily moved along what felt like gentle downhill roads, with barely any inclines in our way. We passed through Denny and Bannockburn, and soon arrived at Stirling. A small boy called out “look, its the Tour de France” as we whisked by – the first (and probably last) time I’ll be mistaken for a pro’ cyclist.
As we turned back from Stirling along the A811, the effort required jumped up as we were now facing into the same wind that had helped us along so far. Bending low on the bars for my stints behind the man at the front to save energy, tucking even lower when my turn at the front came along, we worked our way along the road, breaking the momentum in our changes only briefly to snap a quick ‘overtaking’ photo for John.
This turned out to be costly, as unaware of our antics, Sam powered on while the rest of us messed about, and a ‘chase’ to get back on his wheel ensued, lead by myself as the next man in the train. Just as we caught him up, his 0.5 mile stint completed, and I took over at the front, still out of breath from the pursuit. Not to worry, once my turn at the front was over, I’d have time to recover on the back of the train. Not quite, as just as I peeled off the front, we were starting the climb up the Kippen hill, so drafting was going to be of little help. Bah.
a fun 4.5 minutes going up the Kippen hill
We climbed pretty much as a group, pausing briefly at the village to regroup for the final stretch of the ascent. At the top, a quick stop turned into a slightly longer break as Bryan fixed a creaking saddle and Sam’s electronic gears needed some attention.
The ride down was taken steadily, with only a brief mile or two before the Crow Road and our second and final climb of the day. The Crow Road was at the end of my first ever outing on the bike, back in a chilly, wet November last year when I was completely new to modern cycling and could barely work the gears and worries of falling off while ‘clipped in’ were a distinct possibility. So it was apt that the last climb in my final training ride before our LEJOG would also be on that same hill. Back then, cycling up-hill at any sort of speed was a distant dream – I’d chug uphill at barely over walking pace, often thinking I’d be quicker hopping off the bike and running, as my more cycle-experienced team-mates fast vanished into the distance, seeming to glide uphill with barely any effort. Not so today. We all moved up together, Sam and John taking the lead, our speed barely dropping below 10mph except on the steepest sections. Bryan fell off a little, so as we made the top we were one man short, but the descent would be followed by a stop to regroup. My bottle bounced out of its cage at the car park, a fellow cyclist going uphill recovering it for me, as I braked hard and was working out how on earth to turn back up hill to recover it when sat in my top gear (walking was my plan). Bottle back on board I continued down to the turn-off, Bryan soon with us and the four of us got back ‘in the train’ for the last few miles home.
A slight detour at Torrance from the ‘normal’ route added an extra 4 miles. After a stint at the front, knocking back some water, I found myself off the back of the group, and struggling to regain their back wheels. My recent “these hills are easy” self confidence was vanishing as quickly as the group were into the distance. A red light ahead spurred me to catch them, but they all stopped for a quick ‘which way is it’ just before the lights, allowing me catch up, chow down a banana and let them know “I’m suddenly done in”. Not good. We got going again, my energy slowly returning, but I still struggled on some of the slight uphill sections, pushing hard to stay in-group. The downhill to the second to last junction caused a bit of a stir, Sam in the lead coming to a near stop before shooting out, leaving the rest of us unclipped waiting for the traffic. As we’d just been coming downhill, I was in a high gear, so stood up and pushed hard up the first section of the last short hill before home, zipping ahead of Bryan and John, who not liking this ‘attack’ returned the favour as I hit ‘lactic acid’ threshold, sitting down as they zoomed by me before they too slowed up near the top. I rolled after them, catching up on the roundabout as we turned in to stop at the “Club House”, comparing averages as we hopped off our bikes and loaded them onto the cars. 18.5 mph. That was an ‘easy’ training ride? There’ll be none of that crazy speeding on the LEJOG.
Ok, following on from our team cycle on Saturday (4/7, not quite the full team, but hey, its not bad this close to the ‘big day’ – blog post to follow) we’ve decided to up our fundraising target (again!) on justgiving.com to £15,000 – aiming high, but we are definitely making a difference with every extra pound we raise – I found out yesterday that we’re the top fundraiser for Brain Tumour Action and second for Epilepsy Scotland on justgiving – so many, many thanks again to those who have already donated. Only 4 days to go until we are on the road!
the DIFD crew are a very team oriented bunch, so much so that even the van wants to feel like its a true part of the team. We can’t upset our poor little transit, so to stop it feeling left out, we’ve got a couple of these:
Nice DIFD door magnets. Now our hire van will be one of the gang sporting its very own version of the team kit. Awww.
Wow! Today we exceeded our £10,000 fundraising target on justgiving.com, a week before we head off on the LEJOG cycle itself. We’re all amazed at the generosity shown by family, friends, neighbours, colleagues and even people we’ve met during training and events over the last several months.
As we’ve not even begun the cycle (yet – 9 days to go!), we’ve decided to up the target to £12,000. Knowing that every hill, each mile, all the hours we’ve put in throughout our training and soon the LEJOG itself has lead to such kind donations, makes it all worth it. Every little bit extra we raise will go towards helping those with epilepsy or brain tumours, as well as those around them. Both these conditions have such an impact on those who have them. I know our efforts and yours will make such a positive difference in their lives.
Thank you all for giving to the charities we chose to support in memory of Dee.
Saturday 14th. Probably the last proper team training outing before the big day on the 27th. Start point was to be Callander. Big J and Sam were going to ride an extra 30 odd miles from John’s place, but Bryan had offered to give Mark and myself a lift to the start point. Turns out the drive over took a lot longer than anticipated, and the 12:30 start slipped about an hour. We got parked up, grabbed a quick bite and set off. I immediately regretted going single layer-short sleeve, as although the sun was sort of out, it was chilly on the bike. However, once the train got going at a solid pace I soon warmed up and we were making good time along the road. A minor collision with some on-road debris resulted in a possible puncture for Sam, so a brief stop to check it out was called. Re-inflating the tyre seemed to sort it out so we restarted.
The weather soon turned, and drizzle was upon us as we hit a slow climb out of Lochearnhead. The drizzle turned to rain, so a stop for jackets-on for yours truly was made (yeah, I still can’t put on a jacket in the saddle). The hill continued, the rain relenting as we reached the top, but Sam’s back tyre had deflated on the way up, so needed a new tube. We pulled over in a lay-by and he changed the tube. The rain had stopped, and the midges were out, thousands of ’em. I’m usually a prime target for these little beasties, and this time it was no different, swarming round me as I held Sam’s bike for him as he hurriedly worked the new tube onto his wheel. However, the sheer number of the wee beasties resulted in everyone getting chewed at, as we swatted and splatted them as best we could. Tube changed, back on bikes, escape the beasties down the hill!
On through Killin and to Glenlochay, with a brief stop at Big J’s in-law’s cottage for a quick photo session and chat about the hill to come – the road is a bit ‘rough’ and there are gates in the deer fence on the hill that need opened and closed to get through. There’s also a bit where you need to get off the bike… not liking the sound of that. We were soon at the foot of the hill, having already picked our way through some very pot-holed and gravel covered sections of road. The first gate lay ahead of us, Bryan in the lead opening it for us, but we all had to dismount to get by the cattle grid, Big J’s hope of just cycling through was not happening. Clipping-in on the slope was a challenge, and avoiding the numerous holes, rocks and gravel strewn over what was left of the tarmac was not making this climb any easier. Mark and Sam took to the front, I was in the middle followed up by Bryan and John, all of us picking our way carefully through the mess that was once a road, while working hard to get up the hill. Another gate and cattle grid lay between us and the top, this time we were able to slip through the ‘kissing gate’ at the side. Again, clipping in not easy on these kind of slopes, but everyone eventually got to the 500m high summit.
The downward section was not the normal relaxing descent, the road equally pitted and scattered with obstacles as the ascent. At the bottom we regrouped, Big J rolling to a stop, having picked up a front puncture somewhere on the last section of the descent.
Wheel off, tyre quickly checked for thorns, new tube in, inflated with the gas, when BANG! the tube exploded. Mark and John started to put in a second tube, taking their time to avoid another issue. However, there was something up – the tube was starting to bulge out the wall of the tyre. An inch-long gash in the sidewall was responsible. Not looking good, but Sam produced his tyre patches and the tyre was fixed up, inflated as best we could without bursting the patch and we set off, John cautious at first to be sure the tyre was going to hold.
The road rolled on, the mostly downward section offering a welcome respite from the recent climb, but this was a short-lived 10 mile section before the long climb up the road of Ben Lawers. Five miles or so of steady uphill was before us, but not as harsh as the previous climb.
We were soon cycling alongside the lochan at the summit, the flat soon becoming a steep descent, picking up speed as we headed down toward the A827 and the return section to Killin. The final short climb back up to the ‘midge’ spot and it was mostly flat or downhill all the way ‘home’, Bryan taking the front to ‘get some exercise’ for several miles, with the last 3 miles seeing a burst of speed to finish the day.
The final fun of they day – getting 5 men and 5 bicycles into one car. This involved various wheels being taken off and held on knees, but they were all squashed in somehow for the trip back to Glasgow, where a curry (plus unexpected karaoke) awaited us in Cambuslang.
A scenic run set up for last Saturday’s group ride. Start at Callander head to Killin and head up the valley and over to Glen Lyon. Then head up the hill to hill to Ben Lawers and back down and round Loch Tay to end up back at Killin and onwards to Callander. 77 miles with some good climbing involved.
5 of the team were up for the route – only the G train and Young Davo missing. A 12.30 start seemed to suit most people so there you go. Of course, Sam then suggested cycling to Callendar as well. I couldn’t say no could I? So 77 miles becomes potentially 150. Strangely, nobody but Sam and I were up for the 150.
Sam turned up in Renfrew only 15 minutes late – the earliest he’s been late in a long time, so we caught the intended Renfrew ferry boat ride to Yoker and headed on our way in earnest. A fairly smart 35 miles later we were in Callendar with 20 minutes to spare over the rest of the chaps – time for a toastie in a wee cafe.
The rest of the gang rolled in for our 12.30 rendezvous at at 13.45 – the earliest Mark’s been late in a long time. So we start the 115 mile route (everyone was going to cycle all the way back except perhaps Tub, the driver) at 2 in the afternoon. Or is that the early evening. No matter, let’s ride.
Some good bunch riding until Sammy got a flat. He took 10 minutes to ‘fix’ it – turned out he just put some air in it because it was a slow puncture. How long would he have taken to put a new tube in? And how long till we stopped for another air top-up? Memories of the Farce Whitton and Ian’s tyre troubles were fast being rekindled.
Onwards to Killin. Ian called a stop to put jackets on. “It’s not worth it – it’s going to go off in a minute”. “Are you joking”? So jackets duly put on and another wee stop 5 minutes later – to take jackets off.
Another stop at the Waddell family cottage up the valley in Killin – Dalgirdy. No keys so can’t go in but at least mark has now clapped eyes on it, after claiming that he has never been invited to stay.
Continue up the valley and up the steep, knackered road leading to Glen Lyon. Apparently, I overplayed the difficulty of this hill – 20% gradient is small potatoes to Sam. Of course, every time the gradient was up you had to veer al over the road to avoid the multitude of potholes and loose rocks everywhere – can’t be good for tyres surely?
Down the hill and on to Glen Lyon – time to push the pace again, when boom – my tyre pretty much explodes going over a cattle grid. A quick change of tube – and kaboom! It positively explodes before putting it on the bike. At this point we realise that the tyre is ripped. We’re in doo-doo now. Stuck in no man’s land with no phone signal and and a dud tyre. As I am team leader, Tubs knows that he must give up his wheel to me – aye right. The best that happens is that Sam has a patch for tyre walls – does a reasonable job but a bit of a bulge is appearing so I’m restricted to approximately 20 psi instead of the usual 120. I can feel the rim as we go over cattle grids – not pleasant.
No matter – it’s holding up so I gingerly make my way along the road and up the hill to Ben Lawers with my trusty domestique Ian sitting beside me to make sure I’m ok. The rest have sailed into the distance over the hill. A slow descent from Ben Lawers and as we hit the road by Loch Tay I’m feeling a bit more confident to push the pace a little. We’re going to have to – the 150 miler is never happening but the challenge now it so get back to Callendar and drive back to Cambuslang for a team meeting and curry sometime before midnight.
Tubby feels strong so takes the fron for the last number of miles and we belt into Callendar at top testosterone-driven speed. However, the pace is a little too tidy for a weakening Sam. Normally at this point he takes a header off the bike into the gutter. This time he plays more safe and stops for a ‘puncture’. I stop along with Mark but Tubs and Ian don’t heard the call to stop – or strangely see that we have stopped (Tubs has looked round at least 200 times in the last 5 miles. Interesting). Of course, it’s a phantom puncture. So we try to get back up to pace and get some great drafting behind a motorhome, which unfortunately turns left a mile shy of where we need it.
Back in Callandar, 5 bikes in/on the car, various wheels in people’s laps, and home James. Get into Cambuslang for a curry, Tubs sings Rhinestone Cowboy at the karaoke, the big meeting takes 5 seconds and back home. happy days.
The big date for departure for LEJOG is fast looming. At last the serious questions are being asked as some of the chaps get their heads on for this momentous trip. Questions that should have been asked a long time ago – are we getting our legs shaved or waxed?
As a cyclist it is imperative to be hair free in the legs region. You save valuable time as you cut down on wind resistance and it makes it much easier to address cuts and scrapes if you come off the bike.
Of course, these reasons are hogwash. The pros do it because, well, you just do it don’t you? Twas ever thus. The rest of us do it (except most of our crew have never done it) because the pros do it – and if it’s good enough for them etc. etc.
So the real reasons why it is done are not completely clear. The one thing that can be said for sure is that is NOT done in any way out of vanity. No way. No one is doing it thinking “gosh, don’t my legs look good? Aren’t my muscles well defined? Don’t they feel lovely and smooth”?
Anyway, our LEJOG crew have decided to go hair-free. All for one and one for all. We are now at the stage of contemplating exactly how that process should be carried out. Wax, shave, hair removal cream? We shall see.
Young Mark has a bit of form in the hair free game. He’s an ironman, don’t ya know and all ironmen are hair free. Mark has suggested the hair removal cream route, which is what he does. Apparently, he’s a little stubbly at the moment but will address that soon. I spoke to him yesterday and he said that he doesn’t actually like shaved legs. Interestingly, he still shaves, although he also let it be known that he thought the stated reasons for shaving mentioned previously were hogwash. And still he shaves. Interesting indeed.
Gio is not convinced by the cream method. he has in the past shaved – only once mind. I loved his quote that he out in an email, “I will admit that 10yrs ago I did shave (was serious about beach volley in Cali-don’t make me say more)”. SERIOUS ABOUT BEACH VOLLEY BALL???? Mull that one over.
Anyway, the G trains legs are looking seriously developed. Yes, I look – and admire. Consequently, when the waxing issue was broached, he jumped all over the idea – and then said “of course, I’m not bothered but in the interests of team harmony I’d be happy to go along with what you agree). Personally, I think he’s for waxing.
Turbine was told by Mrs T under no circumstances was he to wax – he would not be able to stand the pain. Which is a pity as he seriously fancied the full b, s and c. Turbine has his power calves to show off. He’s mustard keen to ‘get em off’ hair-wise.
Ian, Young Davo and Sammy are not saying much on the issue although Ian seems ready to lay himself at the mercy of the ladies at his work. £10 a strip towards the charities?
Waxing, shaving, cream. I decided to take one for the team – and used the cream. The results are shown below. As I write this, this is the current state of play. The water is the shower is too cold to contemplate the 2nd leg. So I’m going to go out now for a run and see if my right leg runs faster than the left. At least I know I will be fast as I don’t want anyone seeing me in hairy/smooth transition stage.
So. Wax, shaving, cream or au natural. What do you think? Comments please.
After returning from our very own Farce Whitton trip on the Sunday, I was down to London by coach on the Monday at 5.45 am. Returning from London at midnight on the Wednesday, it was then an early rise to drive to Leeds on the Thursday and the family hols to Calahondas, just outside of Marbella. So after the Farce, very little in the way of exercise in the following week. Of course, I had sussed out marbellabikerental.com. It’s obligatory you know.
An immediate issue of being based in Calahondas is that there is only one road that takes you basically anywhere – the N135*. This is a dual carriageway that “you are allowed to cycle on” – but really, just don’t. So if I were to hire a bike, would I have anywhere to bike?
Come the following Monday I’m going stir crazy – I’m getting the bike for a few days and I’ll suss it out from there. Pick up the bike from the hire shop (lovely, helpful couple – if you’re in the Marbella area use them) and they flag up a couple of routes – including the N135 – no. “Are there any hills” I ask? They immediately burst out laughing. Oh yes there are indeed hills. In fact the only flat is on the N135 – no.
Trip one – Tuesday
A 5.30 alarm call and I awoke and spring up – it’s pitch dark. I get up and have breakfast (never seems right at this time – it’s the middle of the night). In truth, I’d have been better sleeping on for at least another half hour as I slowly mess around getting gear together and planning my route. Eventually, I head out in the dark, throw the bike in the car and drive towards Marbella with a rough plan of where I want to start.
I end up in a town just a couple of miles from the hire shop – which took an hour and a half to find the previous day. Today’s route will see me head to Ronda (“help me Ronda (sic), help, help me Ronda will play through my head continually as I climb the hills).
You’re always uneasy on roads that you don’t know. Looking on the map, this looks like a main A road that you would generally disregard from a major cycle unless you had no option. However, the girl in the shop said it was fine and the further you go the finer it gets. So I set off. And there’s a slight incline (3%) to begin with. This soon changes to 6% and the town is left behind and the route is beginning to look pretty good. Over the hill, the sun is beginning to think about getting up – wish I’d got on the road earlier now. So up we go with the gradient never below 3% but never above 8% for mile after mile. This is Tour de France like cycling – except my average speed is probably a touch higher than those chaps – well, I’m on a 3 day route, they do 21. After 12 mile the road flattens a little and in fact there’s then several miles descending. Truth of the matter is that I’d rather have climbed all the way to Ronda and then enjoyed turning round and freewheeling the 30 miles back to the start.
Some really stunning scenery on this run. Looking down at some golf courses from way up the hill was stunning – this is what cycling is all about. However, a major problem was beginning to happen. I’d forgotten my bib shorts with their nice padding and my backside was now being seriously irked by the saddle of the hire bike to the extent that peddling was becoming an issue. Anyway, onwards to Ronda (help, help me Ronda – you’re singing it now too aren’t you)?
A bit of a skirt round the town half looking for a bike shop. Eventually I decide it time to get back on the route. Of course I’ve deviated from the path and getting back on route is not so easy and the traffic is slow. After a bit crawling behing a couple of cars I approach a junction and come to a halt. Glancing nonchalantly to my right I am looking in the window of a cracking looking bike shop. Sister fate has played a trump card. In I go, try on some Orbrea bibs and tell the chap I’m wearing them to go. Result. They make a reasonable match to the DIFD tops as well. Result 2. And Carol will never know that I’ve just spent some considerable coinage on a new pair of bibs. Who returns from a bike ride in different clobber to what they go out in? Result 3.
Didn’t expect a massive improvement with the bibs. However, massive improvement was what I got. My ass had been in real pain and I could hardly pedal. Gone. As a man reborn I got onto those hills and headed up knowing that were were 12 miles of straight down to come. Eventually I hit the top and started the descent. However, I stopped to take a photo of the previously mentioned golf courses for young Tubs. Dragged the bike away from the road and took a snap or two. This was probably a mistake.
I finished another couple of miles of the descent and hit the only small piece of ascent before the final 5 miles of descent (which I had forgotten about approaching the route the other way). Jumped on the pedals to attack the hill and noticed the puncture that I had. Never really felt it on the way down the hill. Probably aquired taking the snap for Tubby. So it’s his fault. Cheers wee guy. Took maybe 10 minutes to leisurely fix the flat – this is 3 hrs 12 mins quicker than Ian’s current best time. However the pump on the hire bike was woeful. Trying to pump to a reasonable pressure was almost as tiring as the ride itself.
With enough air in the tyre to coast home I located the car and stopped the GPS. 65 mile in the bag, 1800 miles of ascent and average of 21 mph. Average actually said 14 mph, but that’s a mistake.
Stumbled across the bike shop, which previously took an hour and a half to locate and got a track pump to get the tyres back up to full pressure and purchased a couple of spare inner tubes, just in case. Result 4.
Headed home just about midday to reconvene the sun worshipping and avoidance of the swimming pool.
“I’m home darling”.
“Have you gone and bought new shorts after going on about how you’ve no money”?
Strike result 3 from the record books.
Day 2 to follow.