After watching the Tirreno-Adriatico race on Friday, when Paulo Bettini decided the rain was too bad, and persuaded other riders to boycott the race, only to restart half an hour later, and then crash 65km in, I had similar visions for the Brass Monkey. I saw myself at Coulsdon South early morning under a deluge of hail, telling Tim Wainwright that he was out of order and that the Brass Monkey would have to get back into his tree. I mean, a lot of wise riders were staying at home to avoid the weather this weekend, so maybe it was time to think again. My daydream was rudely interupted by Mark Mclaughlin's telephone call. 'Er, Ajay, we're leaving, everyone is leaving NOW.' What, its only 8.30? Well I suppose that was the time advertised, I just imagined this audax business would be more relaxed, with guys collecting their pensions from the post office and drinking 3 cups of tea, maybe setting off by midday. But the Addiscombe lot were intent on turning it into a mass start road race.
Never mind I thought, if I miss them I can always do the club run, but no, I couldn't do that as I'm off to do the Tour of Flanders in 20 days. It has 19 climbs over cobbles and the race profile looks like a hack saw laid on its side. So, I need the training, especially as I seem to have picked up the 7 kilos that Marek has lost. Ok, so after collecting the brevet card and route map from ever cheery Tim Wainwright, I set off at a brisk pace, it was now 8.50 and I had to make up 20 minutes. I got on the wheel of another regular audax rider and asked him to tell me about the scene. His words were, 'Its small', ok, so what are the riders like, 'nutters'. Fair enough. By this time I realised the advantage of having a map reader and bento box on your handlebars, as I lost my map fiddling about in my back pockets. A great ride up turners hill, where we were met by a shaft of sun, and then a fast descent through the ashdown forest, where we were pelted with a very fine sleet.
By the time we reached the first refreshment stop, we had caught the main body of riders and the addiscombe auto - bus. Monty, Phil, Tim, Amy and many others were coming out as I arrived. I ran in and got a sticker for my brevet card, saying good bye to my audax companion. But by the time I returned, my Addiscombe compatriots had all gone. It took me and a group of riders half an hour to catch them. I think Phil had buckled his wheel in a pot hole, so everyone had pulled up to help. I rode straight past down the hill, with a mission of getting on. I bumped into Mark and Geoff further down the road and off we went. The pace picked up from here on, and Mark and I got a little over enthusiastic, leaving our map reading fellow riders behind and going over Spout Lane and getting a bit lost. After that we tore up the map route and rode freestyle, doing quite a few detours, and pushing up a few hills. Great training to return back through the climb upto Bletchingley and through to Farthing Downs. My heart rate went upto a healthy 185 and I felt like a poached egg.
Imagine our surprise to find the rest of the Addiscombe having already taken over the cafe, the michelin starred DDs, as we walked in ! Tim said, 'Ajay, I knew that you'd never make it around without getting lost' Touche! Great atmopshere in the cafe with Joyce helping, and Tim getting some photographs of the ride on his laptop. About 110 km all in all.
So, what's going on? Huw looks like he's peaked, choosing to stay indoors. Toks, eagle of merstham looks like he's got avian flu, Marek has joined weight watchers. Looks like the Addiscombe rank and file are fighting back now !
Was pleased to see Thor Hurshovd win the sprint on today's stage of the Tirreno Adriatico on his Look bike! An omen of things to come. PS Yohan, did the new glasses help you go faster at your East way debut?