Thanks Tony
. Oh yes it is military style preparation that actually made the build up a rather nervous affair as I ended up dumping so much stuff with my parents for fear of forgetting something (including spare cables).
Do you mind Jon it was 207.99 miles!
17.3325mph average, roughly.
This might go on a bit, but I’m making no apologies on this occasion
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A quick one word sum up – OUCH
I was a fairly early starter (5:20) and showers were predicted to last ‘til about 6:30ish. They were only very light as I was about to start so I left the rain jacket and stuck on a gillet to keep warm early on.
I had 2 laps of Circuit A to start with which is a slog up and down the A11/A14 for 80 miles. This was probably the worst 4-4.5 hours I’ve spent on a bike, it is the most tedious and soulless road I have ever had the displeasure to ride on. Add in the wind and the fact the rain kept falling intermittently, but fairly frequently, and it really was rather hideous
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At the end of my first lap I stopped by my Mum and Dad (who I’m indebted to for all the work they did) for food, drink, and a pee. On the return of the second lap the head wind really picked up and the rain was falling and being driven in to me and making me feel a wee bit miserable. This stretch of road is really dangerous in the wet as the traffic built up and lorries came thundering past soaking you in spray and reducing visibility to next to nothing. I was determined I was going to see this through though and was not packing, seeing Mum and Dad again for another pick up really did pick me up as well as the fact I now knew I was getting off this loathsome road.
Stopped for another pee on the transfer to Circuit B and Keith (Coffey) came passed while I stood there. He shouted something but I didn’t catch what it was as I was concentrating on matters in hand (so to speak).
Once on B I perked up. My speed and been pretty poor on A (in theory the fast bit) as I was going badly and the weather and road had got to me, but now on nicer roads my speed picked up and my mood improved. The rain had also stopped and I was starting to dry out. I ditched my gillet on lap 2 as the sun was starting to now show itself.
Throughout I was stopping briefly on each lap of all circuits to grab bottle(s) mixing PSP, water and once or twice flat coke, and a couple of small cups of tea and coffee and food. For food I was mixing the odd sarnie (although these were harder to digest so stopped them), chicken legs, malt loaf, dried apricots, cake, apples and tinned rice. The apples and rice were food from the Gods, they were the most wonderful things to eat on the way round. I also had a bacon sarnie on Circuit C which was very nice. Variety was the key that enabled me to keep shoveling stuff down without feeling sick of anything.
Where was I, ah yes, Circuit B was nice and I liked it. A bit of a slog with a head wind on one side but mainly quite enjoyable. I can never count laps but think I did 4 before being turned off for C. I stopped for another pee on one lap and yet again Keith came passed at that moment
. Tamar please assure Keith I didn’t spend the whole day urinating at the side of the road
. In fact that was my last pee stop of the day.
As George said it was a horrible slog back on the loathsome A11 to get to Circuit C. Along here I was yo-yoing for a while a lovely Bates tandem of a Chelmer pairing.
On my last stop on B I’d asked to get my spare shoes and socks ready as my feet just weren’t drying out and I was getting that horrible, almost grating feeling you get between wet toes. I hit C and stopped and my super team were ready with the kit out and ready. Keith (W) held my bike while my Dad changed the bottles and I sat down to ditch armwarmers, change my footwear and topped up the chamois cream.
So far of the other Agreeables I’d seen Paul at the end of circuit A (I knew he was coming passed as I felt a hand on my back and a slight increase in speed for a few seconds
), Sylv had glided passed on B effortlessly and clearly going very well, metronomic Rob had also come by on B. On C though I saw George, and Sylv and Rob again, and it was great seeing them. All the other riders are friendly on this too as whatever speed you’re doing we’re all going through our own little bit of suffering. Some of the fast guys really offer a lot of encouragement and it was with great joy that on the hard head wind bit of C (knowing how mad you are George I thought you were being serious at the time
) that the legend that is Ian Cammish came passed me, for the 3rd time of the day, and eased slightly to give me a shout and if I recall correctly “bloody horrible bit of circuit!â€.
C was odd though as the worst head wind bit I was down to 13mph and then when you turned back on to the A road and got the wind behind I was tickling pedals over at 22-23mph while getting my eating done,
From things I’ve read a lot of people go through a bad patch about the 7-9 hour mark, which can last an hour or so, and then you perk up again if you can ride through it. Never arrived for me though so I guess I’d got my bad patch over with in the first 4 hours.
Tamar, as I saw the clock go over the 6 hour mark I sang a little chorus of “Ohhhh, we’re half way there, ohhhh livin’ on a prayer†in tribute to you
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On to the finishing circuit and the end was in sight, only about just over an hour and a half left for me. Another little lift for the heart, If I’ve made it this far, I ain’t stopping now.
Blimey, it was a lumpy number. Probably not that bad really but with ten and half hours cycling under your bum it felt like it. Speaking of my bum I’ve been using a new saddle on my TT bike for the last few events and had acquired a slight saddle sore. I’d stayed off the bike for a week before this race but it hadn’t gone completely. It was a bit sore early on but then think it got beaten in to submission as it didn’t give me any real agro. To ease my bum for the last few hours whenever the road rose up I got out the saddle, this was a nice relief for the old ‘arris but in the last hour my feet started playing up a bit – hot foot so regularly squirted with water.
On the finishing circuit everyone gives you a cheers as they know how far you’ve gone to get there and how close you are to the finish. Clocked Hutch a few times ambling up and down the verge in his laconic style as he was out helping someone (look at the last pic in the link Dominic’s put up for a giggle of him looking like a rag doll
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Some of my Dad’s old Essex club Crescent Wheelers were out marshaling and supporting and gave me a nice cheer. Throughout the whole 12 hours the support from all the Addiscombe support crews was fantastic and a real boost whenever you rode by their station, thank you very much.
I’d wanted to get 200 miles and with about half an hour to go I notched it up just as George caught me again and we exchanged a few words before he zoomed off in to the distance. I probably don’t need to mention that whenever I saw George he was grinning and enjoying himself, and Sylv was always looking like he’d been born on a bike he was so smooth and effortless.
Just after the 200 mile mark my legs fell off a bit. My feet were now sore from continually getting out the saddle on the lumps and my thighs were now getting in on the game. I plodded on to the end though but was quite happy to get off the bike at the end.
After the rain at the start the sun came out during the day but it never got very hot, just stayed a nice temperature for riding. The sun was there though so without suncream I now sport a lovely pair of red pins
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If you’ve made it this far, well done. A final thanks to all the support crews, particularly my parents for looking after me all day with super slick organisation and morale lifts. Looking at my bike computer I had 12 minutes off the bike in total with feeds, pee stops, and footwear change.
Cheers,
Andrew.
P.S. Next day report: Feel fine, feet, legs, bum all in good nick. A bit heavy legged but just feel like I’ve been for a long bike ride, which I suppose I have really.
P.P.S. Congrats to the others, 240 miles is a Holy Grail for 12 hours so for Sylv and George to do it straight out the box is phenomenal.