Sunday, 24 January 2010
Back in the saddle
After one month of no cycling the snow dissappeared and I got out cycling last weekend, 16th January. 140km very very flat, some rain. The final 30km was hard, it was a little hilly and I was tiring. I was cold. Four days of commuting, then 218km yesterday. Very flat again but I didn't go too badly. Cold once the sun went down, the hills were difficult again but I did OK. It's nice to be back. Another couple of weeks and I'll be grand.
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Snow, snow, snow
It's just about gone now but I've been getting pretty fed up with it. It was all very pretty and when it was still cold not too difficult to walk on. Now it's gone hard it's just slippery. Well it rained most of last night so it's all nearly gone. The drains are blocked now, all the grit so there'll be floods. Walking ? Why not cycling ? Too cold, too difficult to see the ice patches in the dark. I must confess I'm getting pretty restless with no cycling for over 2 weeks. My last ride was a 200km DIY with Warburton. We cancelled The Pud Burner on the 28th because of the weather, that was disappointing.
Got to the gym yesterday and enjoyed it. No weight gain but I am feeling lethargic. It'll go as I start to do more again. Got a spinning class booked for today but not sure I'll go.
Happy New Year
Got to the gym yesterday and enjoyed it. No weight gain but I am feeling lethargic. It'll go as I start to do more again. Got a spinning class booked for today but not sure I'll go.
Happy New Year
Saturday, 1 August 2009
London-Edinburgh-London 2009
"It's all a bit pedestrian this, let's rip it up a bit" I said as we rolled out through the streets of Cheshunt with 1400km ahead of us. I was talking to Mark or Jim, I don't remember which, both from Derby Mercury. I'd met them before and was pleased to see them at the registration the previous day. We had same start times and agreed to meet at the start to wave some earlier starters off. Our time came and we rolled out together.
Once the group thinned out we were riding alone nicely with some Australians for extra company. Tailwind, sunny and warm. Perfect. Gamlingay came and we ate cakes. We discussed our respective ride plans and realised that we had similar objectives, I suppose this is where we agreed to stick together though no formal decisions where made, that's how it happens. We were aiming to get to my friend Nigels house just beyond Middleton Tyas, 470km thus were not too keen on hanging around. The weather forecast was for rain further north and I expected to get wet after Thorne at 300km. But that was far ahead, first we had to ride through Thurlby, Washingborough and the check at Wragby. We were going well catching people who had probably spent less time at the controls. They all caught us up though when we were held at a level crossing for about 10 minutes while 5 trains came past.
At some point our quartet was swelled to 6 when Ed and Andy joined us. It was a good group and we more or less held together for the entire ride. We had a lot of laughs, we were all quite evenly matched as riders and no one was showing off much. After Washingbrough were were 6 riders alone, pressing onto Thorne. It rained. It rained for a long time, not heavy but wet. Darkness fell and the roads in this area are grim at the best of times. Flat and low, no features on the landscape, few habitats, dull and depressing. We took a direct route from Keadby Bridge to Thorne on my least favourite road of all time, the A18. It wasn't too bad in the dark and wet, no really. It was the company of the others that distracted me from the tedium of the straight road with no turns. We made it to Thorne. Alan was there with some supplies for me and a cake that Marj had sent especially for me. We shared it with the group and packed some for Dean who was 140km away at Middleton Tyas.
Into the night we rode. Abandoning the recommended route in favour of the main roads which I know well saving us about 14km. There was very little traffic at 11pm on a Sunday and the towns we passed through, Selby and York, gave a interesting distraction. Navigation was easier with signs to follow and all together a less stresful ride. Mark punctured but it was fixed carefully and we were on our way. Back on route we picked up some foreign riders who were leaving Thorne as we were arriving there, our detour had saved us some considerable time.
Arriving at Coxwold we were greeted by Lynn H. The place was busy-ish with tired and damp riders, some sleeping. Andy C was just leaving as we arrived, Bob was still there sleeping. I was surprised that we'd caught these guys up. The Mercury boys inquired about sleeping here but there was no room at the inn so they switched to our plan and once fed and watered we all set off for Middleton Tyas only 54km away, all but one, Ed slept at Coxwold. We dropped Andy off at his house and arranged for him to meet the other two at Middleton Tyas. It got light by the time we arrived. The control was very quiet, Andy C was finishing up and preparing to leave, Bob arrived a few minutes after us. The Mercury boys retired to the sleeping quarters, Andrew and I had some quick food not before making an arrangement to meet the others after some sleep. I felt a bit feint here. Lack of sleep, going from cold to hot and a toothache contributed. I sat outside for 5 minutes and was fine. This has happened before. We had about 7km to ride to Nigels where we had proper beds, a change of kit and a shower. Nigel was up and about to welcome us, it was about 07:00.
Our arrangement was to meet the others at Caldwell at 11:30. It was 12:00 by the time they arrived. A few riders passed us while we waited. We applied sunblock. It was a lovely sunny day, quite warm. I was hungry, needed some food as we didn't eat at Nigels so we had a quick stop at Barnard Castle, I could have eaten more but didn't want to delay us any longer. It started to rain as we left Middleton In Teesdale, heavily. This climb is grim in the rain, it gets cold and the descent is fast in places. Cold hands on brakes is not good. I was prepared. I had packed my waterproof gloves and overshoes in the bag at Nigels especially for this possibility. We were fine as it turned out. We rode out of the worst rain and the climb and descent wasn't too bad at all. We passed many riders and few passed us. Food at Alston, I felt feint again, quickly removed some layers and drank cold water, recovering OK. My tooth was playing up so some more Ibuprofen was taken. Thankfully this was the last episode like this, more by chance than good management I managed to crack the temperature regulation issue.
It was sunny as we left, Heather told us of some rider who was 3km in Alston town asking for directions to the control. As we left we saw Pete Turnbull coming up the hill !! The ride was really starting now, soon we'd be in Scotland and on back roads which I was looking forward to. The others moaned about the A7 but I managed to block it out, I was in suspended animation or something as it seemed to pass quickly for me. The alternative back roads were harder. Left in Langholm and into the roads to Eskdalemuir. I think it was around here that Scottish John joined our group, maybe after Eskdalemuir. The control was good, quiet again, were were ahead of the bulge as I'd hoped to be, our plan was working. Superb chili con carne but the rice was a little over done, plenty of it though. Ready for the night we rolled out at about 21:00 for the hilly ride to the turn at Dalkeith.
This section was fantastic, it got dark, lights were illuminated, we kept together and climbed the hills. Spirits were high and we joked and pulled each others legs. Descents were fast, my borrowed lamp was superb allowing me to ride fast with confidence. I preferred to follow another rider still and Jim was descending faster than me so I just chased him. A shooting star fell out of the sky to our left, fantastic.
What the hell is that on the road. Lot's of flashing lights, people in reflective jackets. A crash ? No, it was people telling us of the secret control at Traquair. Turned out to be quite special. Scotch whiskey, porridge, cake and coffee at midnight. What more can I say ? So welcome after a long tough stage. 30km to go to sleep. This stop was mandatory on the way out but optional on the way back. Now Dalkeith, even before we'd got into the building the people told us there was nowhere to sleep. Welcome to Dalkeith. This was not unexpected, it was the same four years ago which is why I'd packed a blanket in my bag drop bag. We ate and decided when we'd leave, I found a long seat to lie on, donned my eye mask, ear plugs and crashed out.
Showered. The showers seems to be only half finished four years ago, they still were. Scottish rugby is in a bad way. So off we go, London here we come. Rush hour traffic, weaving through queues is OK for a lone rider but not everyone likes doing it and in my opinion with a group the lead rider should not do it. I wasn't prepared to do it and two os where left behind. At this point my rear lamp bracket broke, Andy and I fixed it with tie wraps which lasted the rest of the ride. Electically it was in tact. The other 6 didn't wait until the next turn about 12km away. There were earlier opportunities but I suspect the didn't bother to check that the group was together. Group riding takes cooperation, a glance over the shoulder, some communication. But not today it seems. I was not happy when we caught them up. The hills gave me a chance to express myself, the die was cast, the first move had been made, the rulebook had been written. I was floating. A second breakfast at Traquair, more coffee, whiskey, cake and porridge. I was glad we stopped here again as we met some other riders still heading north, Damon, Greenbank, GeraldC, Hummers. Nice to have a joke with them.
More hills, I don't think it rained on us in the ride back to Eskdakemuir, splendid ride again. More chili before heading out for some rather dull and difficult roads to Alston. It did rain on us, spirits seemed to be flagging, mine were for sure. Someone road away and split the group into individuals, this pissed me off. I know they almost certainly wanted to just get there but being part of a group is about, well, being part of a group and helping each other. Some riders can do it, some just think they can. Three or four of us regrouped in Alston town, visited the shop ate sweet cakes and generally grumped for a few minutes before tackling the climb to the control. It was early evening, the wind that had been in our faces all day was gaining strength as we gained height. We are brave souls, we ate and headed out in to the teeth of the gail. It was drizzling and cold, oh so cold. A couple of riders just rode off, never to be seen of again until the next day. I stayed with Mercury Mark who was complaining of a sore knee. I wouldn't leave anyone behind on this hill in these conditions. It was wet, though the rain wasn't heavy, just lots of it, strong winds. Little traffic though, thankfully. Over the top, but there is no real top on this hill, a couple of false summits before the descent proper. We pedaled down to keep warm and very slowly we got lower and dryer, finally able to remove some layers to try to dry out. It was dark by now and we were well behind our estimated time of arrival at Nigels house. I let him know by text. Some riders were struggling, it had been a tough old day, about 250km in total, it a headwind, wet and hilly. With about 2km to where we'd part company I arranged to meet the others at Middleton Tyas and Andrew and made our way to Nigels house. I was anxious to get there. I didn't want to keep Nigel up too late waiting for us, I was sleeping but didn't want to take any drugs to keep me awake and compromise my sleep later. We missed a turn in the villages but finally made it for about 00:30. We didn't bother to shower or eat just crashed out.
On the road again by 0530 to meet the others for breakfast at Middleton Tyas for 6. It all worked well. We had plenty of time to eat, time to eat plenty. Relatively short leg to Coxwold picking up Andy on the way. No more rain. More breakfast. Coxwold was quiet and tidy and clean, as was Middleton actually. This pleased me. I find it quite stressful when the controls are busy and tired riders are getting in one anothers way. I don't need the stress, I need some calm to unwind from the ride and prepare for the next one. What a ride then next one turned out to be. 90km mostly in drizzle and headwind. The dullest roads ever, ones I know too well. Few turns, filthy roads, lots of surface water nothing to look at even in fine weather. We did see a steam train today though. The Lancashire Fusilier on the Scarborough Spa express. We also saw and heard a Vulcan Bomber on the runway at Elvington Air museum. Still a dire ride though. I made it through the rain and found myself respected by the others who got rained on too and made it through. I never thought I'd ever be pleased to get to Thorne. Danial welcomed us in and came over for a chat. The control was quiet and tidy and warm. My kit dried out and my spirits lifted, fed and watered. The timing of the rain was good, we rarely arrived at control in the rain. It usually stopped well before we got there, we dried out and were completely dry on leaving ready to start the cycle again.
Where are we going now ? Washingborough ? Our plan was for Thurlby but I conflabbed with Mark and Andrew to allow us to rethink once we got there. The rain and headwind was clearly getting to us all. We got rained on again. But were dry by the time we got there and on the run it decided to carry on regardless. Through Lincoln was a drag, traffic lights, stop start, stop start. Even with signs some dozy bugger up front took the wrong route. Never mind we got there. The control was gearing up for the night. Preparing beds. The staff were busy and the close attention that we'd got used to today was not here. The food was very nice though but I felt rushed, like there was someone more important than me due to arrive soon. We got ready to leave, it was pouring down, the heaviest we'd seen on the whole ride. It would surely stop soon. But no. For about 2 hours it rained. We sheltered in a garage forecourt for 5 minutes respite. the someone punctured and during the time it took to fix it the rain stopped. We chatted and joked as the steam rose from our wet clothes. It probably wasn't funny but sleep deprived we found Johns story hilarious. There were 6 of us stood on a road late at night in the dark howling with laughter. The restart was cold but slowly we warmed up. The lanes where filthy, gritty and narrow, difficult to navigate. I suggested the main road again, shorter and easier to navigate at night, less stressful. No beds at Thurlby but top notch service from the Shauns and the others. The fed us and found us places to sleep. I slept well on four chairs ! Shaun woke me, Julie fed us. Jim got a puncture before he'd left the carpark. We returned and ordered tea for 5 and sat in the sunshine watching Jim mend his bike. On the road again bound for Gamlingay. Maybe just maybe we could avoid getting wet today. The ride was heavy going, we were tired, crosswinds but at least it was bright and sunny. The cornfields were interesting compared to the nothingness of the previous day. I was being optimistic, we got caught in a couple of heavy showers before the control, that's wet everyday now. Gamlingay was quiet, Paul got the tea for us and we ate well. Jim got some sweets for the road, we were relaxed and looking forward to finishing. Plenty of time and pleased with ourselves so far.
The final leg was a drag but once I started to recognise places I perked up. A pint in a pub in the last 5km then finish at about 17:30.
A tough ride. I never felt like packing. We stuck to our plan even though our speed was slower than planned, we used the down time to take up the slack and restart the plan at the right times. I am pleased with the way I went, I am fitter than ever, I don't feel too beat up, slightly worse than after PBP but much better than after LEL 2005.
Once the group thinned out we were riding alone nicely with some Australians for extra company. Tailwind, sunny and warm. Perfect. Gamlingay came and we ate cakes. We discussed our respective ride plans and realised that we had similar objectives, I suppose this is where we agreed to stick together though no formal decisions where made, that's how it happens. We were aiming to get to my friend Nigels house just beyond Middleton Tyas, 470km thus were not too keen on hanging around. The weather forecast was for rain further north and I expected to get wet after Thorne at 300km. But that was far ahead, first we had to ride through Thurlby, Washingborough and the check at Wragby. We were going well catching people who had probably spent less time at the controls. They all caught us up though when we were held at a level crossing for about 10 minutes while 5 trains came past.
At some point our quartet was swelled to 6 when Ed and Andy joined us. It was a good group and we more or less held together for the entire ride. We had a lot of laughs, we were all quite evenly matched as riders and no one was showing off much. After Washingbrough were were 6 riders alone, pressing onto Thorne. It rained. It rained for a long time, not heavy but wet. Darkness fell and the roads in this area are grim at the best of times. Flat and low, no features on the landscape, few habitats, dull and depressing. We took a direct route from Keadby Bridge to Thorne on my least favourite road of all time, the A18. It wasn't too bad in the dark and wet, no really. It was the company of the others that distracted me from the tedium of the straight road with no turns. We made it to Thorne. Alan was there with some supplies for me and a cake that Marj had sent especially for me. We shared it with the group and packed some for Dean who was 140km away at Middleton Tyas.
Into the night we rode. Abandoning the recommended route in favour of the main roads which I know well saving us about 14km. There was very little traffic at 11pm on a Sunday and the towns we passed through, Selby and York, gave a interesting distraction. Navigation was easier with signs to follow and all together a less stresful ride. Mark punctured but it was fixed carefully and we were on our way. Back on route we picked up some foreign riders who were leaving Thorne as we were arriving there, our detour had saved us some considerable time.
Arriving at Coxwold we were greeted by Lynn H. The place was busy-ish with tired and damp riders, some sleeping. Andy C was just leaving as we arrived, Bob was still there sleeping. I was surprised that we'd caught these guys up. The Mercury boys inquired about sleeping here but there was no room at the inn so they switched to our plan and once fed and watered we all set off for Middleton Tyas only 54km away, all but one, Ed slept at Coxwold. We dropped Andy off at his house and arranged for him to meet the other two at Middleton Tyas. It got light by the time we arrived. The control was very quiet, Andy C was finishing up and preparing to leave, Bob arrived a few minutes after us. The Mercury boys retired to the sleeping quarters, Andrew and I had some quick food not before making an arrangement to meet the others after some sleep. I felt a bit feint here. Lack of sleep, going from cold to hot and a toothache contributed. I sat outside for 5 minutes and was fine. This has happened before. We had about 7km to ride to Nigels where we had proper beds, a change of kit and a shower. Nigel was up and about to welcome us, it was about 07:00.
Our arrangement was to meet the others at Caldwell at 11:30. It was 12:00 by the time they arrived. A few riders passed us while we waited. We applied sunblock. It was a lovely sunny day, quite warm. I was hungry, needed some food as we didn't eat at Nigels so we had a quick stop at Barnard Castle, I could have eaten more but didn't want to delay us any longer. It started to rain as we left Middleton In Teesdale, heavily. This climb is grim in the rain, it gets cold and the descent is fast in places. Cold hands on brakes is not good. I was prepared. I had packed my waterproof gloves and overshoes in the bag at Nigels especially for this possibility. We were fine as it turned out. We rode out of the worst rain and the climb and descent wasn't too bad at all. We passed many riders and few passed us. Food at Alston, I felt feint again, quickly removed some layers and drank cold water, recovering OK. My tooth was playing up so some more Ibuprofen was taken. Thankfully this was the last episode like this, more by chance than good management I managed to crack the temperature regulation issue.
It was sunny as we left, Heather told us of some rider who was 3km in Alston town asking for directions to the control. As we left we saw Pete Turnbull coming up the hill !! The ride was really starting now, soon we'd be in Scotland and on back roads which I was looking forward to. The others moaned about the A7 but I managed to block it out, I was in suspended animation or something as it seemed to pass quickly for me. The alternative back roads were harder. Left in Langholm and into the roads to Eskdalemuir. I think it was around here that Scottish John joined our group, maybe after Eskdalemuir. The control was good, quiet again, were were ahead of the bulge as I'd hoped to be, our plan was working. Superb chili con carne but the rice was a little over done, plenty of it though. Ready for the night we rolled out at about 21:00 for the hilly ride to the turn at Dalkeith.
This section was fantastic, it got dark, lights were illuminated, we kept together and climbed the hills. Spirits were high and we joked and pulled each others legs. Descents were fast, my borrowed lamp was superb allowing me to ride fast with confidence. I preferred to follow another rider still and Jim was descending faster than me so I just chased him. A shooting star fell out of the sky to our left, fantastic.
What the hell is that on the road. Lot's of flashing lights, people in reflective jackets. A crash ? No, it was people telling us of the secret control at Traquair. Turned out to be quite special. Scotch whiskey, porridge, cake and coffee at midnight. What more can I say ? So welcome after a long tough stage. 30km to go to sleep. This stop was mandatory on the way out but optional on the way back. Now Dalkeith, even before we'd got into the building the people told us there was nowhere to sleep. Welcome to Dalkeith. This was not unexpected, it was the same four years ago which is why I'd packed a blanket in my bag drop bag. We ate and decided when we'd leave, I found a long seat to lie on, donned my eye mask, ear plugs and crashed out.
Showered. The showers seems to be only half finished four years ago, they still were. Scottish rugby is in a bad way. So off we go, London here we come. Rush hour traffic, weaving through queues is OK for a lone rider but not everyone likes doing it and in my opinion with a group the lead rider should not do it. I wasn't prepared to do it and two os where left behind. At this point my rear lamp bracket broke, Andy and I fixed it with tie wraps which lasted the rest of the ride. Electically it was in tact. The other 6 didn't wait until the next turn about 12km away. There were earlier opportunities but I suspect the didn't bother to check that the group was together. Group riding takes cooperation, a glance over the shoulder, some communication. But not today it seems. I was not happy when we caught them up. The hills gave me a chance to express myself, the die was cast, the first move had been made, the rulebook had been written. I was floating. A second breakfast at Traquair, more coffee, whiskey, cake and porridge. I was glad we stopped here again as we met some other riders still heading north, Damon, Greenbank, GeraldC, Hummers. Nice to have a joke with them.
More hills, I don't think it rained on us in the ride back to Eskdakemuir, splendid ride again. More chili before heading out for some rather dull and difficult roads to Alston. It did rain on us, spirits seemed to be flagging, mine were for sure. Someone road away and split the group into individuals, this pissed me off. I know they almost certainly wanted to just get there but being part of a group is about, well, being part of a group and helping each other. Some riders can do it, some just think they can. Three or four of us regrouped in Alston town, visited the shop ate sweet cakes and generally grumped for a few minutes before tackling the climb to the control. It was early evening, the wind that had been in our faces all day was gaining strength as we gained height. We are brave souls, we ate and headed out in to the teeth of the gail. It was drizzling and cold, oh so cold. A couple of riders just rode off, never to be seen of again until the next day. I stayed with Mercury Mark who was complaining of a sore knee. I wouldn't leave anyone behind on this hill in these conditions. It was wet, though the rain wasn't heavy, just lots of it, strong winds. Little traffic though, thankfully. Over the top, but there is no real top on this hill, a couple of false summits before the descent proper. We pedaled down to keep warm and very slowly we got lower and dryer, finally able to remove some layers to try to dry out. It was dark by now and we were well behind our estimated time of arrival at Nigels house. I let him know by text. Some riders were struggling, it had been a tough old day, about 250km in total, it a headwind, wet and hilly. With about 2km to where we'd part company I arranged to meet the others at Middleton Tyas and Andrew and made our way to Nigels house. I was anxious to get there. I didn't want to keep Nigel up too late waiting for us, I was sleeping but didn't want to take any drugs to keep me awake and compromise my sleep later. We missed a turn in the villages but finally made it for about 00:30. We didn't bother to shower or eat just crashed out.
On the road again by 0530 to meet the others for breakfast at Middleton Tyas for 6. It all worked well. We had plenty of time to eat, time to eat plenty. Relatively short leg to Coxwold picking up Andy on the way. No more rain. More breakfast. Coxwold was quiet and tidy and clean, as was Middleton actually. This pleased me. I find it quite stressful when the controls are busy and tired riders are getting in one anothers way. I don't need the stress, I need some calm to unwind from the ride and prepare for the next one. What a ride then next one turned out to be. 90km mostly in drizzle and headwind. The dullest roads ever, ones I know too well. Few turns, filthy roads, lots of surface water nothing to look at even in fine weather. We did see a steam train today though. The Lancashire Fusilier on the Scarborough Spa express. We also saw and heard a Vulcan Bomber on the runway at Elvington Air museum. Still a dire ride though. I made it through the rain and found myself respected by the others who got rained on too and made it through. I never thought I'd ever be pleased to get to Thorne. Danial welcomed us in and came over for a chat. The control was quiet and tidy and warm. My kit dried out and my spirits lifted, fed and watered. The timing of the rain was good, we rarely arrived at control in the rain. It usually stopped well before we got there, we dried out and were completely dry on leaving ready to start the cycle again.
Where are we going now ? Washingborough ? Our plan was for Thurlby but I conflabbed with Mark and Andrew to allow us to rethink once we got there. The rain and headwind was clearly getting to us all. We got rained on again. But were dry by the time we got there and on the run it decided to carry on regardless. Through Lincoln was a drag, traffic lights, stop start, stop start. Even with signs some dozy bugger up front took the wrong route. Never mind we got there. The control was gearing up for the night. Preparing beds. The staff were busy and the close attention that we'd got used to today was not here. The food was very nice though but I felt rushed, like there was someone more important than me due to arrive soon. We got ready to leave, it was pouring down, the heaviest we'd seen on the whole ride. It would surely stop soon. But no. For about 2 hours it rained. We sheltered in a garage forecourt for 5 minutes respite. the someone punctured and during the time it took to fix it the rain stopped. We chatted and joked as the steam rose from our wet clothes. It probably wasn't funny but sleep deprived we found Johns story hilarious. There were 6 of us stood on a road late at night in the dark howling with laughter. The restart was cold but slowly we warmed up. The lanes where filthy, gritty and narrow, difficult to navigate. I suggested the main road again, shorter and easier to navigate at night, less stressful. No beds at Thurlby but top notch service from the Shauns and the others. The fed us and found us places to sleep. I slept well on four chairs ! Shaun woke me, Julie fed us. Jim got a puncture before he'd left the carpark. We returned and ordered tea for 5 and sat in the sunshine watching Jim mend his bike. On the road again bound for Gamlingay. Maybe just maybe we could avoid getting wet today. The ride was heavy going, we were tired, crosswinds but at least it was bright and sunny. The cornfields were interesting compared to the nothingness of the previous day. I was being optimistic, we got caught in a couple of heavy showers before the control, that's wet everyday now. Gamlingay was quiet, Paul got the tea for us and we ate well. Jim got some sweets for the road, we were relaxed and looking forward to finishing. Plenty of time and pleased with ourselves so far.
The final leg was a drag but once I started to recognise places I perked up. A pint in a pub in the last 5km then finish at about 17:30.
A tough ride. I never felt like packing. We stuck to our plan even though our speed was slower than planned, we used the down time to take up the slack and restart the plan at the right times. I am pleased with the way I went, I am fitter than ever, I don't feel too beat up, slightly worse than after PBP but much better than after LEL 2005.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Humber Bridge 400
A 200 in Yorkshire and a 200 in Lincolnshire linked by the Humber Bridge. I rode to the start from Borugh Station, a very pleasant 11km in warm sunshine with no wind. I sussed out a new road which will be useful for my Humber Bridge 200 Perm and have the benefit of avoiding Swanland Bank, not that it’s very difficult, and Jenny Brough Lane.
A small crowd was amassing at the start, I was pleased to see Mr Wilkie, not seen him for about 2 years. Some clubmates were there and rumours that others were in the cafe were circulating. They showed up on time giving 8 of us from VC167 and about 30 in total. A midday start we headed out on the roads I had just travelled to get here !!
I assumed my usual position near the front out of any potential trouble. The whole field more or less stuck together to the first check point then as usual groups departed together. I was in a club group, four or five of us. We must have taken a wrong turn, we approached a side road from the wrong side and while we were pondering, some other rides approached from ahead of us. We regrouped and headed towards Helmsley. It was hot and some hills reared up. This split the groups but I was one of the stronger riders and remained near the front. We didn’t stop for long here, 105km done and the town was very busy, it always is on sunny days so we headed out to Malton for the Yorkshire Tea Rooms, only 30km away. It’s one of my favourite cafes, don’t know why, the service is often slow, but they don’t seem to mind groups of cyclists and the toilets are very spacious and cool allowing me some time to organise myself. We ate well since this was the last cafe stop on the whole ride, things would be starting to close now. As we ate we chatted to Graham, a Scotsman who were were to spend more time with on and off during the ride, nice chap, wish I’d got his surname.
Andy and I headed out together and had a comfortable ride to Thixendale, I don’t come here very often, once before if I remember correctly, with Banjokat in 2006. An info, control but we allowed ourselves the luxury of a cold drink. We overtook a large group from Hull DA, the hosts of the ride, resting in the village, Mr Wilkie seemed to be leading them. He’s an experienced rider and I think he was helping some new riders round their first 400.
I planned a variation of the route to save us going round Jenny Brough Lane, it worked out fine, left instead of right onto Occupation Lane then a blat down the A164 to the Bridge. We’ve used this road before and it really isn’t bad for cycling on, no slip roads, wide with good sight lines, not all A roads are the same. The organisers caravan was open at the halfway point, his helpers were serving food and we sat around drinking tea and eating and preparing for the night section for about an hour. It was quite relaxed and a good atmosphere, most people had had a good ride so far, the weather was great, no one seemed to be complaining about excess heat though it was quite hot.
Off we went, just the two of us, we can make it if we try. Across the Humber Bridge, lights on and into the night. The first part uses my Humber Bridge 200 route so I lead us along at a good pace, nearly took us off route as I assumed we went through Barton-Upon-Stather rather than by pass it to Flixborough. We were OK though, Andy was vigilant and soon corrected all my mistakes this evening ! Across the Trent on that over engineered lifting bridge at Gunness then to Epworth and Bawtry. We met Chris Crossland and his companions at the garage but they left before us. It was about 23:30, assorted drunks came and bought stuff and questioned us, the garage attendant kept the doors locked and I don't blame her.
Now we had the prospect of 88km to the next stop in the dark on mostly country lanes. I don’t like long stretches like this. Saw some wildlife, a badger, hares and bunnies. Some birds of prey as the sun started to come up. We had company on and off, met Chris’s group and dropped them, spent a bit of time with Graham and admired his lights, a B&M Cyo. Sun came up before we got to Louth, I let my batteries run flat to save discharging them before recharging them. It was never very cold on this night ride, didn’t need legwarmers, I don’t think that has happened before, on top I wore long sleeve thermal, short sleeve jersey and gilet, track mitts. The Louth control was the organiser and his car in a car park. Serving rice pudding, tea and cakes and a sit down. It would have been quite different had it been bad weather but we were lucky today and not getting indoors since five o’clock the previous evening wasn’t a problem. My spirits were not flagging but they were buoyed to learn that only two riders had passed through before us.
The morning was bright and we headed out to Caistor. It was hilly, unwelcome, draggy, up and down with no flat for 30km. We passed some WWII runways, this is Bomber County, large slabs of concrete with grass growing through the joints. 625 Squadron, Lancaster Bombers involved in night raids on German cities. There was a memorial on the corner of the field; this was RAF Kelstern, “We Avenge”. . Then we couldn’t find the info. control, we guess it has been redeveloped since the route was last surveyed so we just wrote down what we thought might be the answer. Seemed everyone else did the same. Thankfully the final run in was downhill or flat and we had a very relaxed finish to the event.
A relatively easy 400km ride, no difficulties, great weather, great organisation and hospitality. The route might have been a little better particularly the second half to allow riders to get indoors during the night. Perhaps a control at Blythe Services instead of Bawtry and lose the extra distance somewhere else, perhaps missing out some hills in the last 60km.
A small crowd was amassing at the start, I was pleased to see Mr Wilkie, not seen him for about 2 years. Some clubmates were there and rumours that others were in the cafe were circulating. They showed up on time giving 8 of us from VC167 and about 30 in total. A midday start we headed out on the roads I had just travelled to get here !!
I assumed my usual position near the front out of any potential trouble. The whole field more or less stuck together to the first check point then as usual groups departed together. I was in a club group, four or five of us. We must have taken a wrong turn, we approached a side road from the wrong side and while we were pondering, some other rides approached from ahead of us. We regrouped and headed towards Helmsley. It was hot and some hills reared up. This split the groups but I was one of the stronger riders and remained near the front. We didn’t stop for long here, 105km done and the town was very busy, it always is on sunny days so we headed out to Malton for the Yorkshire Tea Rooms, only 30km away. It’s one of my favourite cafes, don’t know why, the service is often slow, but they don’t seem to mind groups of cyclists and the toilets are very spacious and cool allowing me some time to organise myself. We ate well since this was the last cafe stop on the whole ride, things would be starting to close now. As we ate we chatted to Graham, a Scotsman who were were to spend more time with on and off during the ride, nice chap, wish I’d got his surname.
Andy and I headed out together and had a comfortable ride to Thixendale, I don’t come here very often, once before if I remember correctly, with Banjokat in 2006. An info, control but we allowed ourselves the luxury of a cold drink. We overtook a large group from Hull DA, the hosts of the ride, resting in the village, Mr Wilkie seemed to be leading them. He’s an experienced rider and I think he was helping some new riders round their first 400.
I planned a variation of the route to save us going round Jenny Brough Lane, it worked out fine, left instead of right onto Occupation Lane then a blat down the A164 to the Bridge. We’ve used this road before and it really isn’t bad for cycling on, no slip roads, wide with good sight lines, not all A roads are the same. The organisers caravan was open at the halfway point, his helpers were serving food and we sat around drinking tea and eating and preparing for the night section for about an hour. It was quite relaxed and a good atmosphere, most people had had a good ride so far, the weather was great, no one seemed to be complaining about excess heat though it was quite hot.
Off we went, just the two of us, we can make it if we try. Across the Humber Bridge, lights on and into the night. The first part uses my Humber Bridge 200 route so I lead us along at a good pace, nearly took us off route as I assumed we went through Barton-Upon-Stather rather than by pass it to Flixborough. We were OK though, Andy was vigilant and soon corrected all my mistakes this evening ! Across the Trent on that over engineered lifting bridge at Gunness then to Epworth and Bawtry. We met Chris Crossland and his companions at the garage but they left before us. It was about 23:30, assorted drunks came and bought stuff and questioned us, the garage attendant kept the doors locked and I don't blame her.
Now we had the prospect of 88km to the next stop in the dark on mostly country lanes. I don’t like long stretches like this. Saw some wildlife, a badger, hares and bunnies. Some birds of prey as the sun started to come up. We had company on and off, met Chris’s group and dropped them, spent a bit of time with Graham and admired his lights, a B&M Cyo. Sun came up before we got to Louth, I let my batteries run flat to save discharging them before recharging them. It was never very cold on this night ride, didn’t need legwarmers, I don’t think that has happened before, on top I wore long sleeve thermal, short sleeve jersey and gilet, track mitts. The Louth control was the organiser and his car in a car park. Serving rice pudding, tea and cakes and a sit down. It would have been quite different had it been bad weather but we were lucky today and not getting indoors since five o’clock the previous evening wasn’t a problem. My spirits were not flagging but they were buoyed to learn that only two riders had passed through before us.
The morning was bright and we headed out to Caistor. It was hilly, unwelcome, draggy, up and down with no flat for 30km. We passed some WWII runways, this is Bomber County, large slabs of concrete with grass growing through the joints. 625 Squadron, Lancaster Bombers involved in night raids on German cities. There was a memorial on the corner of the field; this was RAF Kelstern, “We Avenge”. . Then we couldn’t find the info. control, we guess it has been redeveloped since the route was last surveyed so we just wrote down what we thought might be the answer. Seemed everyone else did the same. Thankfully the final run in was downhill or flat and we had a very relaxed finish to the event.
A relatively easy 400km ride, no difficulties, great weather, great organisation and hospitality. The route might have been a little better particularly the second half to allow riders to get indoors during the night. Perhaps a control at Blythe Services instead of Bawtry and lose the extra distance somewhere else, perhaps missing out some hills in the last 60km.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Summer Arrow
I didn’t get off to a good start. I’d arranged to meet Peter at The White Bear for a lift to York at 06:15. I was early so I waited by the entrance to the car park thinking that he’d not need to pull in to pick me up. After 20 minutes of waiting I wondered if there was actually another entrance to the car park, I knew he’d approach from the other direction. Sure enough there he was, he’d been there since before me. Oops. He said he was disappointed, that he was getting ready to call Keith saying that I’d not turned up so he had the perfect excuse not to ride the 24 hour Summer Arrow. One drop out would make the team too short !! I was preparing to call Gordon to say I’d make it to York Station in time to tag along with their team !!
A fast drive later, we arrived at Keith’s for some more breakfast and finally rolled out at 07:45 bound for Ripon. The wind was in our faces but we were fresh and the roads are pretty sheltered Keith knows these roads well and lead us directly to WH Smiths for a control. The Harrogate Post is what may receipt said, hmm, thankfully the previous customer hadn’t bought ‘Nuts’ or ‘Your Pregnancy’ !!!
We headed North East with the wide behind us, ruckenwind as they’d say in Germany. Keith took us on a private road past some rather impressive sculptures of prehistoric creatures made from scrap metal. Seems a shame to have them hidden away like this but hardly the think the Yorkshire Sculpture Park would show, far too recognisable for that place. We were led on a track, a disused railway towards Northallerton and using my road maps I still can’t see where it was !!! It did allow us to cross a river which often causes me to have to take long detours, apparently the landowner of part or the route asks people to write to ask permission to use the road. It’s always granted but then it covers him from ‘right of way’ issues since he’s granted permission.
Thankfully they’d built the new bridge over the A1 near the Rountons, I didn’t fancy doubling back into the wind. A control at Westbrook Cycle s in Stokesley then up Clay Bank into Bilsdale. With the tail wind this climb was very easy so was Newgate. Hoards of motorbikes passed us, all loaded up with camping gear. Custom bikes mainly, not sport bikes, interesting machines. They were noisy but most riders gave us plenty of room. Lunch in Stokesley at a new cafe for me, one of Keith’s favourites, full of pensioners (!).
Loon long leg to Beverley, the tailwind made it easy, a couple of climbs with chevrons but not very long and all of us made it up pretty easily. Navigation by chance in Beverley, we found Tescos at about 17:45 and the cafe was still open, not much choice of food though at least nothing that I really fancied. This was meant to the a short stop with a longer stop for dinner two hours later The toilets were kind of open the cleaner was doing her job and told us at least three times that she should have knocked off at 18:00. “Just go home and let us use the toilets” we though. The average age of the three riders was 56 and well you know what it’s like at that age. Our short stop was longer than we’d planned but on this ride our plan did give us 6 hours off overnight so we could afford to take it easy as we went on.
I was a little concerned about the main road down to the Humber Bridge, I thought at tea time on a Friday it might be busy, it was but not too bad, We made it Ok, but that long twisty detour to get on the bridge cycle path is rather tedious, Well sign posted but surely a simple chicane/bollard arrangement around the toll booths would have worked. I felt a bit nervous riding over the bridge on the wind. The early evening was splendid, mid summer so the sun was still fairly high, our shadows dance on the dirty rippled water beneath us when I dared to look down.
Now, last I was in these parts heading for Gainsborough we went through Scunthorpe but today I wanted to suss out the B roads that appear to be more direct on the maps. So that’s right at the end of the bridge access road and through Barton-Upon-Humber. Straight through the town, left then soon right on the road to Brigg. Perfect, it worked out well, soon we were riding parallel to the A15 as on the map. There was no traffic, it was great. Linking together places by following the signs we made it to Kirton Lindsey by 20:30 in time to eat at the pub. The landlord kindly allowed us to park the bikes in the yard out of the way. He claimed to recognise Keith from an earlier visit but probably just the VC167 jerseys on other club members as we pass through this area more frequently on Arrows.
We suited up for the night and headed out, bound for Gainsborough. It’s a null town. Youths hanging around, boy racers in crap cars. Same as last time. Tescos again. Another shopper thought she’d seen us in Lincoln earlier in the year, “probably someone else from the club” I told her.
Arrived at Blyth at 23:30 for at least three hours off. We agreed to leave a hour earlier than the schedule demanded, Peter was worried about keeping the speed up for the final run up to York. We snoozed until about 02:20 and got away at about 02:45. It had drizzled overnight and the roads were wet, it was cool but not too cold. No wind. I warned that we’d have to kill time in order to be not too early at Thorne for our 22 hour control. I faffed as much as I could on the road, put my jacket on, had a pee etc. We had to kill 40 minutes, the lady in the 24 hour garage wouldn’t let us indoors until they’d ‘done the papers and washed the floor’, we offered to help her but not even Keith’s nor my charisma persuaded her !
Finally we were on our way again. Selby, cashpoint receipt and onto York arriving at the racecourse and the York Rally at 07:10. Gerry Boswell in the stewards tent was our finish controller and gave us an official stamp. We parked our bikes in the tent and went for a cup of tea. Our Arrow was done, not a difficult ride, a nice route, I am pleased with the North Lincs part in particular. Nice to ride with some other people, we got on well and kept each other amused.
Our final task was to lead the Ron Kitching Challenge Ride out of the city !
A fast drive later, we arrived at Keith’s for some more breakfast and finally rolled out at 07:45 bound for Ripon. The wind was in our faces but we were fresh and the roads are pretty sheltered Keith knows these roads well and lead us directly to WH Smiths for a control. The Harrogate Post is what may receipt said, hmm, thankfully the previous customer hadn’t bought ‘Nuts’ or ‘Your Pregnancy’ !!!
We headed North East with the wide behind us, ruckenwind as they’d say in Germany. Keith took us on a private road past some rather impressive sculptures of prehistoric creatures made from scrap metal. Seems a shame to have them hidden away like this but hardly the think the Yorkshire Sculpture Park would show, far too recognisable for that place. We were led on a track, a disused railway towards Northallerton and using my road maps I still can’t see where it was !!! It did allow us to cross a river which often causes me to have to take long detours, apparently the landowner of part or the route asks people to write to ask permission to use the road. It’s always granted but then it covers him from ‘right of way’ issues since he’s granted permission.
Thankfully they’d built the new bridge over the A1 near the Rountons, I didn’t fancy doubling back into the wind. A control at Westbrook Cycle s in Stokesley then up Clay Bank into Bilsdale. With the tail wind this climb was very easy so was Newgate. Hoards of motorbikes passed us, all loaded up with camping gear. Custom bikes mainly, not sport bikes, interesting machines. They were noisy but most riders gave us plenty of room. Lunch in Stokesley at a new cafe for me, one of Keith’s favourites, full of pensioners (!).
Loon long leg to Beverley, the tailwind made it easy, a couple of climbs with chevrons but not very long and all of us made it up pretty easily. Navigation by chance in Beverley, we found Tescos at about 17:45 and the cafe was still open, not much choice of food though at least nothing that I really fancied. This was meant to the a short stop with a longer stop for dinner two hours later The toilets were kind of open the cleaner was doing her job and told us at least three times that she should have knocked off at 18:00. “Just go home and let us use the toilets” we though. The average age of the three riders was 56 and well you know what it’s like at that age. Our short stop was longer than we’d planned but on this ride our plan did give us 6 hours off overnight so we could afford to take it easy as we went on.
I was a little concerned about the main road down to the Humber Bridge, I thought at tea time on a Friday it might be busy, it was but not too bad, We made it Ok, but that long twisty detour to get on the bridge cycle path is rather tedious, Well sign posted but surely a simple chicane/bollard arrangement around the toll booths would have worked. I felt a bit nervous riding over the bridge on the wind. The early evening was splendid, mid summer so the sun was still fairly high, our shadows dance on the dirty rippled water beneath us when I dared to look down.
Now, last I was in these parts heading for Gainsborough we went through Scunthorpe but today I wanted to suss out the B roads that appear to be more direct on the maps. So that’s right at the end of the bridge access road and through Barton-Upon-Humber. Straight through the town, left then soon right on the road to Brigg. Perfect, it worked out well, soon we were riding parallel to the A15 as on the map. There was no traffic, it was great. Linking together places by following the signs we made it to Kirton Lindsey by 20:30 in time to eat at the pub. The landlord kindly allowed us to park the bikes in the yard out of the way. He claimed to recognise Keith from an earlier visit but probably just the VC167 jerseys on other club members as we pass through this area more frequently on Arrows.
We suited up for the night and headed out, bound for Gainsborough. It’s a null town. Youths hanging around, boy racers in crap cars. Same as last time. Tescos again. Another shopper thought she’d seen us in Lincoln earlier in the year, “probably someone else from the club” I told her.
Arrived at Blyth at 23:30 for at least three hours off. We agreed to leave a hour earlier than the schedule demanded, Peter was worried about keeping the speed up for the final run up to York. We snoozed until about 02:20 and got away at about 02:45. It had drizzled overnight and the roads were wet, it was cool but not too cold. No wind. I warned that we’d have to kill time in order to be not too early at Thorne for our 22 hour control. I faffed as much as I could on the road, put my jacket on, had a pee etc. We had to kill 40 minutes, the lady in the 24 hour garage wouldn’t let us indoors until they’d ‘done the papers and washed the floor’, we offered to help her but not even Keith’s nor my charisma persuaded her !
Finally we were on our way again. Selby, cashpoint receipt and onto York arriving at the racecourse and the York Rally at 07:10. Gerry Boswell in the stewards tent was our finish controller and gave us an official stamp. We parked our bikes in the tent and went for a cup of tea. Our Arrow was done, not a difficult ride, a nice route, I am pleased with the North Lincs part in particular. Nice to ride with some other people, we got on well and kept each other amused.
Our final task was to lead the Ron Kitching Challenge Ride out of the city !
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
The Border Raid
I thought about packing twice on this ride. The first time was while riding up England’s second highest road in the rain for several hours, freezing cold with numb hands. I was shivering in the cafe and had started to form a plan: if the conditions hadn’t improved by Brampton I’d get a train back to Newcastle and Darlington. Things did improved, my breakfast helped undoubtedly. After that, things were better, we even saw some sunshine and the views in the Scottish Borders are spectacular in good weather. Clothes dried out, some strategic changes made sure everything was dry before dark in case I needed more layers later. All was well again.
I was riding with Deano who was on Fixed. It meant I had an easy ride as he was not able to go faster than me to put me under and stress. Maybe a little slower than I could go on my own at times but that’s OK, I enjoyed the company, I am too old to spend so much time on my own and with difficult conditions I’d be visiting all the dark corners of mind. We had company of others at times of course, some new people, Dynamo Dan for example and some old friends. People come and go some people are more sociable than others.
This route is superb, some very very quiet roads with splendid views, easy to ride two by two and chat. In the dark though I feel we missed one of the best bits. The climb up to and into Devils Beeftub. A long gradual climb with a long fast descent, I really must pass through here in daylight, the dark descent was a little nerve wracking.
Easy run into Annandale Water Services where we slumbered for 3 whole hours on the floor. Other randoneurs came and went while we were there before we set off just before first light. I felt OK, not too hungry and quite alert. Five of us rolled down to Longtown and then to Carlisle and on the back roads to Penrith. We met Les coming the other way. He had got as far as Penrith then decided enough was enough and was heading to the station at Carlisle for a train back. He’d given it 400 km, considerable more than some folk who had packed in the rain nearly 24 hours earlier.
Breakfast at Penrith. Then the climb of Shap. It shouldn’t have been, we should have turned off sooner and not climbed this big hill. The others stopped behind us and I thought they’d realised the mistake and would have turned back, they didn’t though, then climbed this hill too. The descent was exhilarating, but then we had a most horrendous road to get us back on route. Steep and narrow in places. Poor Dean on one gear. Not much time for recovery on this roller coaster. I went on as our slow progress was starting to make me think that we may be getting close to the time limit. At Sedburgh we were one hour inside, I sat on a wall and had a drink. A passer by asked me if I’d cycled far, about 200 miles so far, he was flabbergasted like most people are !! Dean was about 15 minutes behind me, we quickly controlled and headed on up the road to Garsdale. It’s been a long time since I rode up here and I had no memories of it. It felt easy, I thought the headwind was responsible for our slow progress but Dean assured me it was up hill. He was cruising, slowly but I think my words sped him up a little. Garsdale Head crept up on us unannounced and I was pleased, I knew the roads from here on in and that always makes me feel better. My second thought of packing was starting to dissipate now. At Leybrun we were had hour and a half in hand. Thankfully a tailwind to Ripon. At least no more rain today and some sun. It turned out to be a lovely ride round the Scottish Borders and Yorkshire Dales.
We finally finished with two and half hours in hand. Just fine. I finished during a bad patch, I think I had mentally switched off about 30km too early, the last part became a drag. Never mind, we finished with no real traumas.
I was riding with Deano who was on Fixed. It meant I had an easy ride as he was not able to go faster than me to put me under and stress. Maybe a little slower than I could go on my own at times but that’s OK, I enjoyed the company, I am too old to spend so much time on my own and with difficult conditions I’d be visiting all the dark corners of mind. We had company of others at times of course, some new people, Dynamo Dan for example and some old friends. People come and go some people are more sociable than others.
This route is superb, some very very quiet roads with splendid views, easy to ride two by two and chat. In the dark though I feel we missed one of the best bits. The climb up to and into Devils Beeftub. A long gradual climb with a long fast descent, I really must pass through here in daylight, the dark descent was a little nerve wracking.
Easy run into Annandale Water Services where we slumbered for 3 whole hours on the floor. Other randoneurs came and went while we were there before we set off just before first light. I felt OK, not too hungry and quite alert. Five of us rolled down to Longtown and then to Carlisle and on the back roads to Penrith. We met Les coming the other way. He had got as far as Penrith then decided enough was enough and was heading to the station at Carlisle for a train back. He’d given it 400 km, considerable more than some folk who had packed in the rain nearly 24 hours earlier.
Breakfast at Penrith. Then the climb of Shap. It shouldn’t have been, we should have turned off sooner and not climbed this big hill. The others stopped behind us and I thought they’d realised the mistake and would have turned back, they didn’t though, then climbed this hill too. The descent was exhilarating, but then we had a most horrendous road to get us back on route. Steep and narrow in places. Poor Dean on one gear. Not much time for recovery on this roller coaster. I went on as our slow progress was starting to make me think that we may be getting close to the time limit. At Sedburgh we were one hour inside, I sat on a wall and had a drink. A passer by asked me if I’d cycled far, about 200 miles so far, he was flabbergasted like most people are !! Dean was about 15 minutes behind me, we quickly controlled and headed on up the road to Garsdale. It’s been a long time since I rode up here and I had no memories of it. It felt easy, I thought the headwind was responsible for our slow progress but Dean assured me it was up hill. He was cruising, slowly but I think my words sped him up a little. Garsdale Head crept up on us unannounced and I was pleased, I knew the roads from here on in and that always makes me feel better. My second thought of packing was starting to dissipate now. At Leybrun we were had hour and a half in hand. Thankfully a tailwind to Ripon. At least no more rain today and some sun. It turned out to be a lovely ride round the Scottish Borders and Yorkshire Dales.
We finally finished with two and half hours in hand. Just fine. I finished during a bad patch, I think I had mentally switched off about 30km too early, the last part became a drag. Never mind, we finished with no real traumas.
Sunday, 31 May 2009
Leeds-Carlisle-Leeds
I have done this route twice before, it?s a great route crossing the Pennines twice, using England?s second highest road on the outward journey and the spectacular Yorkshire Dales on the return leg. This year we modified the last leg of the return journey to take in Boroughbridge instead or Ripon to avail of a late stop at Morrisons and used the very easy A168 home.
We elected for a 2100h Friday start to give an evening finish to allow straight to bed and a chance of a normal Sunday. This also has the advantage of the night ride being first instead of last, all the problems of night riding will be faced when fresh and alert.
Two of rendezvoused at Leeds Station at 2015 for coffee and more food, it was buzzing with revelers arriving for a night out in the city and a few late commuters making their way home. Departure time rolled around and we set off though the streets with lights on as darkness started to fall. Very quickly we got out of the traffic and directly up the A58 to Wetherby then the A168 to DIshforth. We know this route very well but tonight we noticed something we had never seen before. On our right to the east was a radio mast with many red lights on. Must be Bilsdale. It watched over us for hours as slowly we crept past it as we made our way north. Into the lanes following a route sheet to Scotch Corner. I am glad we had been this way before as we missed some turns and realised immediately so all we needed to do was stop and check the go back. My front light isn?t quite good enough for dark lanes, I had trouble at times distinguishing the road from the hedge. I can?t remember if my halogens were any better, I don?t recall this problem before. I shall refit them now that I have my hub back from it?s service.
At about 0130h we arrived at Scotch Corner Services to meet Deano who had brought some food with him for us. He was to continue the ride with us to complete his first 400km. Well done. His knowledge of the area meant that no navigation was required, he led us up a short section of the A66 then back onto the LEL route bound for Middleton-in-Teesdale via Barnard Castle. A beautiful night to be out, no clouds, the stars were shining like rebel diamonds. It was getting light all the time and after a short stop in M-i-T at 0400h for food we switch off our lights at commenced the ride up Yadd Moss. A long and gentle climb, one that I really like. We could see the sunlight on the hills to the west of us, we were in shade and it was really cold, I longed to the in the sunlight. My time soon came near the summit.
Understandably there was no other traffic, we had these super roads and landscapes to ourselves, well, apart from the sheep, bunnies, birds and alpacas. The latter were in a farm. Dozies attacked me, a caffeine pill staved them off and I took two more as the day progressed.
The cashpoint at Alston was out of order so nothing for a control at 0555h. We took some photos to demonstrate that we were there and chatted to the street cleaner!
At the pace we were going we?d get to Carlisle for about 0800h just in time for breakfast. Perfect, it worked out that way.
The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky and a headwind. We put lighter clothes on and made for home. Some nifty navigation got us out of the city very quickly and soon we were in Penrith. More drinks. Heaving traffic, it was nice to turn off, head east towards Appleby. That?s more like it. Next proper stop Kirby Stephen for lunch, it wasn?t too bad going to there, well not for me, the headwind was getting to my companions and the small climbs one after another sapping their strength. I was OK which is very pleasing. That headwind though.
Revived and refreshed ready to take on one of the highlights of the route, Mallerstang Common. With a morning start the challenge is to make it through here in daylight. In the afternoon sun it is spectacular. From wide flat valley the round progresses up getting narrower until it meets the railway and finally spills out into Garsdale at the Moorcock in. Left turn.
Sadness. Shortly before we arrived there had been a motorcycle and car collision. The rider was dead. No police or emergency services had yet arrived so the other drivers and riders stopped the traffic. We respectfully walked past on the grass verge as far away from the incident as we could.
Hawes was heaving with people. We sat in the shade and ate and drank. We didn?t really want to go into a cafe, they were all busy and we?d have to wait ages. Onward, on the back road. I managed to drop my companions on climb, another rider overtook me and waited and we rolled along and chatted about long distance cycling. Once he turned off I slowed to let the other two catch up. The wind was less strong here, we were lower down and heading due east but even when we started heading south east towards Masham and Ripon it seemed easier, I think it was dropping. I wasn?t looking forward to this road, it?s a transition from the Dales to the Vale of York and I find it tedious. We did OK though, letting the weakest rider set the pace he wanted.
19:15. Very quick stop in Boroughbridge ready for the blast back down the A168 to retrace our outward leg of 22 hours earlier. Back in Leeds a shade over 24hours which I am pleased with all things considered. The head wind was irksome in places, it kept us cool though. The sun meant we needed regular fluids. The night ride was superb. Dean was on Fixed and continue on home, 100km on his own to finish his first 400km. Well done.
We elected for a 2100h Friday start to give an evening finish to allow straight to bed and a chance of a normal Sunday. This also has the advantage of the night ride being first instead of last, all the problems of night riding will be faced when fresh and alert.
Two of rendezvoused at Leeds Station at 2015 for coffee and more food, it was buzzing with revelers arriving for a night out in the city and a few late commuters making their way home. Departure time rolled around and we set off though the streets with lights on as darkness started to fall. Very quickly we got out of the traffic and directly up the A58 to Wetherby then the A168 to DIshforth. We know this route very well but tonight we noticed something we had never seen before. On our right to the east was a radio mast with many red lights on. Must be Bilsdale. It watched over us for hours as slowly we crept past it as we made our way north. Into the lanes following a route sheet to Scotch Corner. I am glad we had been this way before as we missed some turns and realised immediately so all we needed to do was stop and check the go back. My front light isn?t quite good enough for dark lanes, I had trouble at times distinguishing the road from the hedge. I can?t remember if my halogens were any better, I don?t recall this problem before. I shall refit them now that I have my hub back from it?s service.
At about 0130h we arrived at Scotch Corner Services to meet Deano who had brought some food with him for us. He was to continue the ride with us to complete his first 400km. Well done. His knowledge of the area meant that no navigation was required, he led us up a short section of the A66 then back onto the LEL route bound for Middleton-in-Teesdale via Barnard Castle. A beautiful night to be out, no clouds, the stars were shining like rebel diamonds. It was getting light all the time and after a short stop in M-i-T at 0400h for food we switch off our lights at commenced the ride up Yadd Moss. A long and gentle climb, one that I really like. We could see the sunlight on the hills to the west of us, we were in shade and it was really cold, I longed to the in the sunlight. My time soon came near the summit.
Understandably there was no other traffic, we had these super roads and landscapes to ourselves, well, apart from the sheep, bunnies, birds and alpacas. The latter were in a farm. Dozies attacked me, a caffeine pill staved them off and I took two more as the day progressed.
The cashpoint at Alston was out of order so nothing for a control at 0555h. We took some photos to demonstrate that we were there and chatted to the street cleaner!
At the pace we were going we?d get to Carlisle for about 0800h just in time for breakfast. Perfect, it worked out that way.
The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky and a headwind. We put lighter clothes on and made for home. Some nifty navigation got us out of the city very quickly and soon we were in Penrith. More drinks. Heaving traffic, it was nice to turn off, head east towards Appleby. That?s more like it. Next proper stop Kirby Stephen for lunch, it wasn?t too bad going to there, well not for me, the headwind was getting to my companions and the small climbs one after another sapping their strength. I was OK which is very pleasing. That headwind though.
Revived and refreshed ready to take on one of the highlights of the route, Mallerstang Common. With a morning start the challenge is to make it through here in daylight. In the afternoon sun it is spectacular. From wide flat valley the round progresses up getting narrower until it meets the railway and finally spills out into Garsdale at the Moorcock in. Left turn.
Sadness. Shortly before we arrived there had been a motorcycle and car collision. The rider was dead. No police or emergency services had yet arrived so the other drivers and riders stopped the traffic. We respectfully walked past on the grass verge as far away from the incident as we could.
Hawes was heaving with people. We sat in the shade and ate and drank. We didn?t really want to go into a cafe, they were all busy and we?d have to wait ages. Onward, on the back road. I managed to drop my companions on climb, another rider overtook me and waited and we rolled along and chatted about long distance cycling. Once he turned off I slowed to let the other two catch up. The wind was less strong here, we were lower down and heading due east but even when we started heading south east towards Masham and Ripon it seemed easier, I think it was dropping. I wasn?t looking forward to this road, it?s a transition from the Dales to the Vale of York and I find it tedious. We did OK though, letting the weakest rider set the pace he wanted.
19:15. Very quick stop in Boroughbridge ready for the blast back down the A168 to retrace our outward leg of 22 hours earlier. Back in Leeds a shade over 24hours which I am pleased with all things considered. The head wind was irksome in places, it kept us cool though. The sun meant we needed regular fluids. The night ride was superb. Dean was on Fixed and continue on home, 100km on his own to finish his first 400km. Well done.
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