The Old Ports reliability ride, another first for me. Weather was set for a good day. Cold start, I know this because a) the thermometer thingie outside my car told me as I drove over and b) all the other ACCers cycled to the start and they were officially brass monkeys. Still, early Feb and I'm wondering....winter thermal gloves or track mitts. I took both and within three or four miles I'd plumped for the mitts.
We set off @ nine and before long we're blasting off down Polhill. Well, every one else was blasting, I was more like parping. Still, having had a good talk to myself I managed a slightly better effort on my first descent compared to the Hell of Ashdown and so this time I had breezed past Thora on her carbon fibre Stannah by the first bend.
Sean Hogan was agreeable beyond the call of duty today and waited for me @ the bottom of all the big descents. I repaid the favour by waiting for him @ the top of (most) of the climbs. The sun began to warm our faces, I decided to compensate for my poor descending by attacking all the climbs today so Sean and I traded blows up hill and down dale for 20 miles when suddenly, we came upon the Kent regional finals of Come Dancing....On Ice! A shady bend in the road was covered in a sheet of ice. I watched two riders go down like the proverbial sack of spuds. I gave them a 5 for effort but could only muster a 2 for artistic impression. They were OK and after Sean earned a gold good samaritan badge by spreading grit over the offending rink, we set off again.
We rested a while at the checkpoint in glorious warm (winter!!) sun and had a cup of sweet tea and a minty chocolate biscuit. Not a Viscount I hasten to add but nevertheless most welcome. The ride across the forest and on to Edenbridge was fast and really good fun, my best half an hour on the bike in 2008 thus far. We were rattling along in good shape......we had clearly forgotten the sting in the tail.
Toys Hill was its usual self, an abolute killer hill. As I huffed and puffed my way up it I tried to think what kind of toy the person who named this tortuous climb was thinking of. When I was a kid I remember stark warnings of teddy bear eyes coming loose revealing hidden spikes which laid waste to whole families of unsuspecting children. Must've been one of them then. Anyway, what goes up must come down and the descent was great - I made some good progress today in the battle of nerves and it was starting to show.
I pushed on for home and positively flew up Polhill, the final climb. Fom there a quick twiddle through country lanes and the HQ is in sight, hoorah! 4.43 for me, with a ride time of 4.12. A bacon sarnie and a cup of tea disappear in an instant. A few minutes later Sean comes into the village hall to a thoroughly deserved cheer.
A great ride, in great weather, with great company. Well done folks - and well done to The Old Ports, I've dropped them a note of thanks.
CHeers - Snoop
PS - the OP guy who told me that this ride has more hills than Ashdown was unfortunately fibbing. Garmin central tells me that Ashdown was 5550 ft compared to 4736 ft today.