Bollox! That was hard!!
Great report, Huw. You ought to take that up for a living!
Huw has described the route and day very well. I suppose from my point of view, the first stage to Okehampton was like the audax ride from hell - narrow lanes with grass and gravel down the middle, with some tough climbs and hairy descents. The second stage was to Princetown started off like a recovery ride, but as we headed on to the high moor, the heat and the long climb to Princetown gave a taste of what was to come on Stage 3 - hills, hills and bloody more hills (more of this later!).
Andy and I met Brian the night before at the Passage House Inn and had a few drinks and a rather carb-deficient carvery meal. A very agreeable evening before the main event, where Andy made up for the carb deficiency of the meal by substituting a significant amount of Brains Bitter.
We missed Brian and Huw, although we arrived to see another Addiscombe jersey across the starting field as we were about to go in Group 5 at about 8:05 - that must have been Jon. We were both aiming for a Bronze time between 6 hr 45 and 8 hrs. As Huw said, it was warm even then and we kept it steady to Okehampton. Quite a lot of movemnt and no real groups formed, although we rode most of the 37 miles to Okehampton close to a group from Plymouth Corinthian.
Arrived at Okehampton inside Bronze pace and felt ok. Went out along the Granite Way, a dismantled railway line, over a viaduct and rejoined the road. heading south to Tavistock, following last year's route. But this year, we turned East before Tavistock and started to head into the Moor. At around 60 to 65 miles, our average speed had increased and approaching the turn on the climb to Princetown, we were now half-an-hour inside Bronze pace. I felt relaxed and said to Andy we'd be fine.
Took it steady up to Princetown, passing a few people at a steady pace. Got passed myself by 2 people, who had gone too quick on the lower slopes, and had the pleasure of reeling them back in and passing them comfortably on the approach to Princetown. Arrived there at about 72 miles, and. er..........
Well, I'd certainly drunk more than Huw, I'd eaten ok and I hadn't gone off to fast like Brian. A few miles after the descent from Princetown, we passed the 25 mile to go barrier, which was probably the last time that I felt the smug cetainty of claiming my Bronze award.
From here, the road was up and down, until the fast descent to Dartbridge, followed immediately by the 1 in 5 ascent on the opposite side off the river. It was completely open and there was no shelter from the sun. It didn't actually look as steep as it felt, but almost everyone was off and walking. I was determined not to get off and reached the top to a round of applause from spectators. Actually, there were quite a few people out cheering us all on, and it does lift you. But, by now, I was starting to feel tired and was conscious as Huw mentioned earlier of starting to feel a little irrational - which I was about to prove, big stylee
Rode along on the flat for about half a mile and descended a long, quite hairy 1 in 5 descent into Ponsworthy, where I felt I really had to concentrate. As I approached the bottom, I saw the road going out, up another 1 in 5 hill, very narrow, a guy already off and walking and a car coming down. I chose this moment for a tantrum!!!
"Bugger this! I thought and got off and walked. At the top, we ran into a big country lane traffic jam as cars tried to pass each other, and all the people I'd dropped on the climb from Dartbridge caught me up. I felt a little silly!!
From this point on, I knew I was losing time. The heat and severity of the course had finally taken its toll and I started to feel a bit sick from the energy drinks, which had never happened to me before. On the last major climb, at about 90 miles, Andy said he might have a rest as it was clear we wouldn't make the 8 hour cut-off. I thought of stopping. On the climb, I pushed hard to pay for my earlier tantrum and went past Andy, except he didn't see me. The result of this was that he stopped for a rest and to wait for me at the top, thinking I was behind him, while I was rolling along at the top, expecting him to catch up.
So, we ended doing the last 10 or so miles by ourselves. I decided to push hard to see how close I could get and just aimed to pass people on the run-in. Finished in 8 hrs 13 mins, which I was disappointed by at the time. Lost loads of time in the last 30 miles, but as Huw described in his report, it was a brutal last stage. Andy rolled in about 15 minutes later, alomost all of which came from his decision to sunbathe on the moor for quarter of an hour after the last climb
So, a really hard day. Completely different from the soaking of last year and a much more difficult course. But I took the priority entry form for 2009, and stuffed it in my jersey with the free lump of Dartmoor rock and the free water bottle.................so it looks like I'm going to be back in 2009!