Etape De La Defonce

Whilst there does appear to be a fairly momentous stage race happening somewhere on the continent at the moment, i’m in no doubt that the most significant cycling event for British Cycling is happening in and around the small Welsh town of Cowbridge over the weekend.

The Etape De La Defonce is a 3 stage, 2 day race. It kicks off with a team time trial, then has a couple of hilly road stages over the two days. To say i’m nervous might be something of an understatement. My road race experience this year has been pretty poor. I had grandiose plans of an epic training block beforehand, taking in the Dursley Hardrider, Dursley 10 and the Colin Carfield Road Race, along with my normal mileage, leaving me ready to rip it up for the Strada Road Team. Unfortunately, all the races were cancelled and the ones that weren’t cancelled were knocked out of my calendar by work commitments. Meanwhile, the rest of the team were riding the Ras De Cymru, a 5 day monster of a race in the Welsh mountains, so no doubt will be ready to blow the race apart, and me with it, tomorrow. Which leaves me with option B, enjoy it and try to cling on. I’ll end up looking like Thomas Voeckler, but without the speed and fitness.

This was Voeckler’s second stage win in the 2012 Tour and the fifth of his career, and it was won with great panache. The 33-year-old Europcar team leader is not a stylish rider — his head rocks back and forth, his position on the bike lacks elegance, he pulls outlandish expressions as he rides, he mutters constantly to himself, to rivals, to spectators and to the scenery, and with his helmet too far back on his head and his jersey flapping open, as it was in high temperatures, he looks like a harassed commuter on a Brompton trying to get to a meeting in the City for which he is already 10 minutes late. But he never knows when he is beaten and he enjoys nothing more than giving his home crowd something to cheer, which they did with fervour as he came home en solitaire.

I’m sure i’ll be coming home en solitaire, but at the wrong end of the bunch.This description appeared in the Guardian this week as part of their front page approach to cycling. Amazing.

Cycling in Circles Around Chew Valley Lake

Chew Valley Lake is a popular circuit for training; it’s relatively near Bristol for one thing and you can nip down, do as many laps as you want to get to the relevant distance, then nip back again. It’s an undulating circuit which adds an element of difficulty. The only issue is getting there and back involves chew hill and dundry, two of the more beastly ascents north of the Mendips.

The Classic League uses the lake for the bulk of the summer months and on Wednesday i managed to make it back down for the first time this season. In my last ride of last year i scraped under the 19 minute barrier with an 18.59, which works out at a 26mph average.  This year i aimed to improve it by a little bit. It wasn’t a particularly fast evening, there was a minor headwind for a bit then cross with a nice tailwind section that helped keep the speed up. The course is short, only 8.3 miles. However, with the hills it’s a curious effort to judge, there is around 300ft of climbing crammed in. This doesn’t seem like a lot but it’s definitely a sporting course.

You have to stay resolutely focused and make sure that at every turn of the pedals you are putting through as much power as you can. There is no room for any drift, those points in the race where your mind wanders and you start thinking about dinner, or where those things might have got to that you are sure you left in the bike tool box but have now disappeared. It’s a tough one, but i managed it. After about 6 miles i realised i was on for a pretty quick time and should go under 19 minutes without too much bother, so i stepped on the gas, but I also eased off on the deadly corners in bishop sutton, and still had enough to stop the clock at 18.25, shaving 34 seconds off last year’s PB. I managed to bag 18 points in the handicap competition because i’d put so much daylight between me and the other riders, in this case beating Andy Legge into second by around 45 seconds. It’s my biggest points tally in ages and it didn’t even need a comp record. I was 15 seconds off the course record set by Rob Pears (who else?) about 6 years ago.

This weekend is the Bristol South CC Road Race. I’d be lying if i said i wasn’t nervous and anxious about this race. I have very little road race experience and also have a 100% crash record. I haven’t raced at a distance over 34 miles yet this year and rarely do more than 18 miles in training. The race is about 55 miles. It does have 8 ascents of Stowey Hill though, which is sure to test the legs. I’m currently undecided as to whether to ride the C-Bomb or the ‘Austin Allegro-Brown Condor’, as Simon Williams recently called it. The Condor is making funny noises, again. I’m thinking that it’s going to be the C-Bomb. It’s what it’s designed for, after all.

On a different note, several generations of the Keene clan were out in force on account of it being George’s 80th birthday. George is an inspiration to all at the club and has been riding for just about all of his 80 years. His name is on several of the club cups from the 1950s right through to the present. And he is still riding.

George Keene: Legend

i’m undecided as to whether the drag of the balloon is counteracted by the elevating properties of the helium

Back to the Graveyard

the U7B

Normal service was very much resumed today after my brave midweek excursion to the darkside of road racing. I dusted off the TT whip and skinsuit, found some matching overshoes and headed out to the U7B for the Bristol South Open 10 Mile Time Trial. I didn’t ride this event last year, i can’t quite remember why. I rode the year before and came 7th, with a 22.37. It seems like a very long time ago. It was about 24 degrees that day and i remember my mouth being all claggy afterwards from dryness and sweat. It wasn’t very nice. I seem to remember Belle sunbathed on the grass verge next to the main road whilst the mad cyclists went out and rode their bikes in the sultry afternoon heat.

I rode out today because i didn’t have the car. I always feel really odd when riding through the centre of town on a Saturday afternoon in the full TT get up. It didn’t help that i was soft-pedalling to save energy. At one point i saw another chap also in full TT regalia, disc and aero bits much in evidence. We gave each other a nod of understanding. I hope so anyway, and presume that he was riding to a race as well, rather than just TTing up and down Coronation Road which would be strange indeed.

Edvald Trotman-Hagen gets ready to mash his big gear. and his legs. The man behind has no sleeves.

There was a headwind all the way there, about a 21 mile ride, but it wasn’t too bad so i felt optimistic about the race. I knew on paper i stood a chance of winning the event and in truth i really wanted to win. I’ve been close this season a few times, but usually the winner has been substantially faster. This time it was going to be squeaky bum time, the other fast rider was Peter Georgi who is very quick early in the season but seems to slow a bit later on. I was wondering which Peter would turn up. I resolved to ride my best race and then what happened would happen.

The headwind wasn’t enough to knock me off my stride. It becomes a question of mental fortitude when there’s a bit of a headwind. Generally, and I am generalising, slower riders tend to allow moderate headwinds to get on top of them. The quicker riders just ride though it, dig a bit deeper and hold the big gear, knowing that the turn offers salvation and respite and a much more rapid experience. It’s strategic thinking. i rode quite hard to the turn and knew that i could make time up on the way back, which is precisely what happened: 27mph to the roundabout and 30mph back, including the climbs. I nailed a 21.22, a couple of seconds away from my PB set last year and pretty good given the conditions. I then had a nail-biting few minutes waiting for Peter’s time to go up on the board. I beat him by ONE SECOND. i was speaking to Ed afterwards – who had upped the gear inches and suffered a bit because of the wind and the hill and having no bail-out gear – and we talked about the need to concentrate all the way through, to not let the mind drift and the speed tail off slightly. A ten is such a short event, comparatively, that you have to smash it all the way. Whenever i try to pace it things tend to go wrong. When i just go out and ride as hard as i can things seem to go right. The latter was in evidence today. I feel chuffed to bits to get the win, but also feel really pleased that it came in a Bristol South CC event. We took the team prize with Sam and Danny turning in quick times. There were 18 club members of the startsheet. Just a few years ago you’d be lucky to get 4 or 5 riders. On a slightly separate note, i was wearing my BSCC skinsuit. it’s seen better days. today the zip got stuck and i had to pin it shut at the top before riding. I then couldn’t get it undone and had to cut myself out of it when i got home. It was that or just keep it on all night ready for tomorrow’s race.

The nature of progress and hard work is a very strange thing. It’s incremental and you make the gains over time, sometimes without noticing. But right now, having read back the previous post linked above, i feel aware of the progress i have made in 2 short years. If you’d told me after my ride in May 2010 that i would be winning the event in 2012 i would have laughed long and hard.

And finally… the BSCC 10 is also a counting event for the Classic League. I get handicapped to DEATH in these events. This is a good thing, it makes the contest wide open and ensures those who improve and keep improving get a shot at the trophy. But as a demonstration of the level of handicap for the scratch rider, see the photo below.

Andy Capp.

In order to win the classic league today, beating George Keene and defeating the mysteries of the chairman’s handicap system, i would have to have ridden a competition record for 10 miles. And not just a comp record, but a long 16, which equates to a 35mph ride and is about a minute quicker than Wiggins. ON THE U7B. Maybe in two years time i’ll link back to this post and laugh…

Down to Earth With a Bump

Yesterday was an eventful day. It was my first foray into the Classic League; the club’s annual time trial series. The first few races are held at Aust, in the shadow of the severn bridge and not far from the old ferry crossing, famously visited by his royal Bobness on his landmark electric/folk judas tour in 1966. I’m not sure if he was in town for the time trial or not.

Looks like a climber to me. (Barry Feinstein Image)

The weather for the race was a lot nicer than it was for Robert Zimmerman. The wind dropped and we had some late-evening sunshine.

i decided to ride out to the start in a slightly circuitous fashion and treat the whole endeavour as a training ride. The loose plan was to ride a slightly hilly 20 miles out, do the 5.2 mile TT, then ride home a further 15 miles, with the out and back being fairly hard, but not so hard that i couldn’t sustain it. You get into a fairly remorseless rhythm; for me it’s around 25mph or so, maybe a bit more, with heart rate at around 80%.

The first bit went well, then i dropped down to the suspension bridge coming back into Bristol. A car in front was doing a steady 15mph. I was behind – and certainly quite near, trusting in two things, that they would continuing moving at the same pace, and that the cycle lane belonged to me. They started to drift into the cycle lane, so i shouted, fairly benignly, to ask them to vacate it – but they didn’t hear. The driver then swerved suddenly across right into the lane and stopped. I presume he was checking his change for the bridge. I had no time to make any kind of decision, slammed on the front brake as i hit the car on the side and went straight over the handlebars pretty quickly, ending up wedged between the car and half on the pavement with my bike on top of me and a freaked-out looking driver nervously getting out of his car.

When you have a crash like this there’s a couple of things to consider, usually in a set order. Firstly, I checked to see if i could stand up, walk, raise arms, and made sure nothing was broken. Then i checked the bike thoroughly. The bike is absolutely fine, no damage whatsoever. My helmet is cracked and scraped though and there is a massive hole in my assos skinsuit.

this is what the crash looked like. see speed drop from 16mph to 0 at the beginning of the trace.

i had a lengthy conversation with the driver, he was quite shook up as well. he gave me some wetwipes to clean my face and shoulder. After that i decided to ride across and down bridge valley road at which point i’d decide whether i wanted to race or not. it’s hard to know what to do in the aftermath of a spill, and is best to sit still for a while. Heading across the bridge i got caught in a massive hailstorm and then had to shelter in the public toilets. it was quite an eventful few minutes.

it looks like i've stuck my shoulder in a tin of dulux matt emulsion

i can heartily recommend prendas baselayers. they are the bees knees.

once i got to the bottom of the hill i decided to ride out to the start. i was running a bit late by now so had to get on it. once i got up to speed the pain dissipated somewhat. I tacked along and made it just in time.

the race was comparatively uneventful. i rode as fast as i could, didn’t worry too much about pacing it, and managed an 11.02, which is an improvement on my PB of one second. i was a bit disappointed not to go faster but it wasn’t ideal conditions and also it didn’t help that i’d crashed heavily on the way over. It was good enough for the win by around 30 seconds. Somehow i’d like to find a further 20 seconds in the next two weeks. It was just one of those days where i thought i was going to really fly but didn’t actually go that fast.

We all rode back in a sort of TT and road bike convoy. I rode on front almost the whole time because i was still looking to do a bit more training. the others seemed happy to follow. I was glad to get home and have a bath. I’m a bit sore this morning but am optimistic that i will be fine in time for Sunday and the fastest course in christendom.

statistics:

total of 40 miles @ 21.5mph average; 1 x 5.2 mile TT @ 28.3mph; one violent collision from 16mph to 0mph in 70 cm; one energy gel consumed

First Race of the Year: Frome 10

After lots of messing around, some dronkenesse and a slightly haphazard approach to training, the first race of the season has been completed. It was extremely cold this morning with ice clearly visible on the roads on the way to the race, but it warmed up quickly and i rode with knee warmers and armwarmers, but not in full tights like last year when it was clearly a lot more mild. I am slightly tougher than last year. Trotters also turned up, riding an 88″ gear made for an interesting and syncopated pedalling experience riding down the bank. Trotters set a PB which is impressive for this early in the season.

shop bought cakes though

The course was a tough one, with 5 roundabouts and a really large ski slope. I scrubbed all my speed off on the roundabouts for fear of crashing. i really didn’t fancy getting injured and breaking my brand new bike on the a361 in february. despite this i managed to clock 50 mph going down the slope, with hands on the levers i hasten to add. i watched Paul Gamlin (the winner with a speedy gonzales 21.24) streak down the slope later in the aero tuck and i was impressed. it was not for me.

doug dewey was there, he is national espoir champion and is off to race against the belgians in belgium very soon. he was a dead cert for the win, until he missed a turn and cut off the final section and roundabout. i think he suspected something had gone wrong when he was looking at a short 18 by the time he finished. I rode the course beforehand because i was nervous about the roundabouts and the hill. even as a warm-up i managed a 21mph average, which goes to show just how fast a TT bike is on a relatively flat course.

Doug looking resplendent in his national champion stripes

i dragged myself round in 21.59, which is the longest of long 21s, to use the parlance, and a 27.5mph average. I’m quite pleased to get under 22 minutes in february. i came 4th behind Paul, a chap from the Dulwich Paragon, and Dave Kiddell. There were 12 seconds or so between 2nd and 4th. It’s reassuring to be near Dave, there is the promise of a titanic struggle in the hardrider series this year. I hope to build on my form and really get up a head of steam for two weeks time, although i suspect everyone else is doing the same. in the corresponding fixture last season Dave beat me by over a minute, although i did catch him up over the course of the season. Essentially, the first race helps to alleviate partially some of the doubt that builds up in the off-season and answers questions about form and speed. I’m pleased with where I am.

Next week it’s the Severn 25 on a real graveyard of a course, a bastardised variant of the u7b. Until recently my PB was set on the same course, a 1.01.47, until I knocked ten minutes off it last season.

Rest days and cycling…

there are two things i’ve learned over the past couple of years with regard to training for races and generally making improvements.

the myth of mega mileage

there are friends and accomplices who take a fairly intense attitude to training. this includes what i’d describe as ‘mega-mileage’. they tend to ride in excess of 300 miles per week and regularly get out and do 100+ mile road rides. i have ridden over 100 miles twice in my life, once on tour and once in a race. i’ve probably ridden further than 75 miles around 5 times. my average distances are nearly always below 50 miles, usually around 40.

i subscribe to the sean yates approach, aim for 15 hours per week, quality over quantity. it works for me, and works for most other time-starved people. it’s also quite a lot of time in itself – people who wonder why you are making rapid gains might be surprised if they totted up their time on the bike, my suspicion is that its comparitively low. getting the right combination of volume and intensity is tricky, but ultimately, unless your riding Le Tour later in the summer, you have no need to ride 400 miles a week. 150 is far more realistic and beneficial.

there are exceptions to this rule, most notably Frank Colden, an average or lesser time triallist in the early 60s who set out to improve by creating a training regime forged in the devil’s own smithy. it consisted of 400 miles per week with anything up to 80 miles done after work on a regular basis. he got up ridiculously early and went to bed extremely late. he didn’t tell a soul what he was doing, not even his clubmates. He also had a full time job.

By the time spring came around he had fairly good legs. He won the blue riband event, the 25, with a comp record, slashing 2 minutes from the existing time. he went on to win the national 100 with a new comp record, beating Ray Booty’s time by 4 minutes. He then set a new comp record for the 50 with 1:52:38. There is lots more detail on Colden’s exploits and other time triallists from the heroic era in Peter Whitfield’s book, “12 Champions”. it’s a great read. He also wrote a lovely history of British  road racing in the 50s and 60s, the time of Owen Blower, Les West and others, called “The Condor Years”. Again, comes very highly recommended.

the importance of rest

you have to listen to your body and take a day off, or two, or even three. yesterday i went out on a ride with some chums and i was going backwards on the climbs. it was debilitating and my pride took a knock. there wasn’t anything i could do about it, i was knackered from a couple of hard days in the saddle. right now i need a few days off to let the miles settle into the legs. again, it’s about the combination of volume and intensity, getting to the point where progressive overload is a good thing, and doesn’t lead to overtraining and fatigue.

BSCC/Corinium 50 Mile Time Trial

I didn’t ride yesterday because I was organising a 50 mile time trial on behalf of my club. It’s quite a complex task, but essentially a straightforward one, made easier by the involvement of a small army of helpers, without whom there would be no events ever. Saturday’s race was made more complex by the weather being full of intermittent showers, it’s not an event that can run in heavy rain because of conditions on the dual carriageway. at one point i was close to calling riders off the course during a prolonged shower at the top of the course – near Daglingworth – but a 50 mile trial travels some distance, and some riders saw barely any rain at all during their time on the road.

the event was cancelled approximately half way through due to an accident on the carriageway. a competitor was ‘brushed’ by a car; it made contact with his leg at high speed, i can’t say why because i wasn’t there, but can presume that the vehicle was close, and assume that the cyclist had not been seen. the car swerved outwards on realising what was happening, into the fast lane, whereupon a serious collision happened with several cars involved, two of which left the carriageway and rolled several times. there were several injuries and the accident was attended by the air ambulance and several emergency vehicles. the rider was unharmed. i am hopeful that all involved will make a full recovery. it was a traumatic experience for all involved.

it raises a question regarding the safety of cycling on certain roads, and this is now being hotly debated amongst the fraternity. whilst we chase fast courses – and this is undoubtedly a fast course – quick stretches of road tend inevitably to be dual carriageways. i have mentioned before that cycling on a dual carriageway goes pretty much against every single instinct i have as a cyclist, and it is not something i would ever consider doing if not racing. that i have come to consider it a part of racing is interesting and has, in retrospect, required a sort of cognitive justification. great steps are taken to minimise risk prior to and during events such as these. however, whilst riders are on the road, there is little one can do, we are entirely reliant on an optimistic combination of safe cycling and safe driving, and all that these two things involve.

the issues with this road have risen before, last year, with tragic consequences for one competitor. following a good deal of discussion, the district has continued to use it – including the fast u47 ten course. accidents can and do happen on any stretch of road, but frequency is a separate issue – if something happens twice does that make the experience automatically less safe?  following this event i was in discussion with some of the competitors regarding our experiences of this course.  i frequently reflect post-race about the experience – a sense of fatigue, gratitude that i did not puncture, a sense of relief that it is over. on the DC courses my reflections sometimes include a degree of awareness that i have had a safe ride and am still in one piece. in the back of my mind i am aware that there is unambiguously more risk when riding on a dual carriageway – average speeds are higher, the sense of car-bound insulation increases at fast cruising speeds on straight stretches of road, and with two lanes of traffic there is always a chance that  driver may be unsighted  – and not see a cyclist – by other cars. if i think back to the events i have ridden this year, i have most enjoyed the odd ones, the mountainous courses, buxton, the little mountain, minehead, the hardriders series, which are close to the spirit of cycling. i am a hillclimber at heart (and in body) and like riding up gradients. the shap hill climb was a fantastic experience. i have enjoyed riding a 20.47 on the u47, but i haven’t enjoyed riding the u47 per se – it is about the time and nothing else. i did get a silent thrill from just how fast it was though; the glassy concrete meeting the miniscule contact point of a 150psi tubular tyre was pretty exciting.

i have no conclusions to this, i cannot educate or force greater awareness of road users towards cyclists. i cannot change the traffic flows and car-culture that is a part of life; the way that personal mobility has changed the way we live, shop, eat and work. i cannot make the dual carriageway free of risk, no matter how many signs we put up, or how bright the skinsuit. i cannot suddenly create an outbreak of respect and warmth towards cyclists that engenders safer conditions, nor can i raise the profile of the sport so that people wish to slow down when they see a racing cyclist, out of respect for their efforts and souplesse, rather than express resentment that they are sharing the same piece of road.

i can make the decision to not be involved in sending riders onto main arterial trunk routes in pursuit of the satisfaction that beating a personal best can bring. whether i do that or not, i am undecided, i understand fully the competitive instinct and desire to nail a fast time. i am due to ride several races over the next few weeks on this section of road – if it is still in use – and will have to think about whether i wish to do so. or i may decide that safer, more honest courses are the only way forwards. i fully intend to organise events in future, to marshall, to get involved in promoting the sport of time trialling further and support the club and the district, but the type of these events may change, as the sport changes. it would be a shame to lose these courses, they are a part of the sport, and as a stretch of road devoid of traffic the u46 is safe; it’s the cars that change the context. Maybe we should change the Traffic Count risk assessment, making it a ‘douchebag driver count’ instead, and if there is a time of day where the prevalence of total douches in cars is particular high and thus presents a palpable danger to non-douchebags, the event may have to be delayed.  I guess this is where i’m leading (and i’ve edited this to include this summary), that it’s not fast roads, or cyclists mixing with cars, or windy weather conditions that threaten lives and cause accidents, it’s the elevated context and concept of the car within the UK; the hermetically-sealed sense of completeness it engenders that creates the problem. and changing a wider culture is a Sisyphean endeavour.

Bristol South Open 10

Saturday was incredibly hot, the perfect day for lazing around, getting out the barbecue or drinking a few ice-cold beers in the park. or alternatively, seeing just how much perspiration you can generate by racing for ten miles up and down the a38. unsurprisingly i chose the latter; it being the club open raised the stakes a little. the u7b and the 25 mile variant is not my favourite course; apparently it’s known as the ‘graveyard’ although this might be just hearsay. it’s an undulating main road course, with just enough ascending (not much in the scheme of things) to sap your legs and force you to think about gearing down, fighting to maintain speed.

it had been a pretty hardcore week – about 170 miles, with one rest day midweek, so although i didn’t expect much i had been feeling pretty good in training. i managed to really have a proper go at belmont; once on fixed, once geared, both times in under 4 minutes; considerably faster than anything last year, or ever for me personally. 3.48 on the gears. All of which gave me some cautious grounds for optimism. as it happened, i woke up feeling quite sprightly, spend the morning annotating my red TT frame with a sharpie and some pretentious quotes from f.scott fitzgerald, then waited for belle, who was team car for the day.

having gone fairly well at yeovil and still not placed that highly, i decided to throw caution to the wind and really dig deep. i tried not to change down and also consciously picked up the pace – concentrating on avoiding those fallow periods mid-race where everything slips; and trying to get into what felt like a relentless, and remorseless rhythm. for the first time i flew past someone else at ridiculous speed; then the icing on the cake – i caught my minuteman; who not only had his name written on the toptube, but also was on a ’1′ seeding, so ostensibly, a quick man.

on a day of slow times, i managed 22.37, a PB, and good enough for 7th place – a majorly pleasing result for me, having never got higher than 16th in flattish courses this year. i am beginning to think that i might be able to get under 22 minutes on a flat and fast course this year. that would be totally ridiculous. i like my bike though, it has been quite an instructive first TT build. it is no longer the assripping leg-killer of yore; a few tweaks and the constant fear of emasculation seems to have disappeared.

Pushing Big Gears

Nick Bowdler was best BBAR last year; riding at an average speed of 27.206 mph over three seperate events; a 50, 100 and a 12 hour. he managed 287 miles in the 12 hour.  he’s a supremely fit and strong cyclist.

i generalise, but time triallists tend to rely on leg strength and big gears. Nick seems to take this a stage further.

He uses a  76 tooth chainring. Cadence is around 60 rpm, with a 170 inch gear.

Rudy Project National TT Series

I can’t quite remember what my reasons were for entering this event, I think it was because i thought it was a WTTA Hardriders parcours,which it was, and i conveniently ignored the fact that some of the leading time triallists in all the land would be tearing it up on their technologically crazed carbon steeds.

the course was near Frome, and went up a particularly abhorrent hillock near Mere, as well as several other nasty, brutish and long ascents. the effect was magnified by the omnipresent headwind – especially in the last 4 miles where it became almost soul-destroying and utterly rhythm shattering.

these are some of the riders who turned up:

matt bottrill, the winner in a stupidly quick 57.04

sarah storey;

and of couse, rebecca romero.

only eight riders went under the hour; sarah storey gave rebecca romero a bit 0f a pasting – three minutes up; i was precisely three minutes adrift of the olympic gold medallist. it was a really tough day in the saddle; it hurt a lot; my chain came off and wouldn’t go back on, then it got stuck in the big ring; lost about 4o seconds right there. it’s all a part of the rich tapestry of  ’the race of honesty’. one of the most awe-inspiring results was in the vets category; John Woodburn completed the course in 1.11, just over 20mph. John is 73; admittedly a former national champion, but 73!

in the mens seniors/espoirs race I came 16th in 1.06.51; this is a little bit disingenuous, because a lot of the vets, some of the women, a fistful of the whippet-thin juniors and at least three of the disabled riders were all quicker than me. of the field of about 140 in total, i came 35th. i am very pleased and am now making firm plans to go totally aero. i may even ride another rudy project, although not the next one, the hutch is riding.

the prizes were cake – i nearly forgot – which was apt, because belle drove me to the start and back, and she makes the best cakes ever. she got to see some serious lycra smut for her troubles.