by Steve B » Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:30 pm
[quote="Antloony"]Its days like today that are the reason I love cyling so much, loved every minute.
Ant, I totally agree, today's ride was superb
Each year the 'Fathers Day Addiscombe Brighton Ride' lives up to, or surpasses the previous one. Today's from a personal point of view, was the best ever, believeing it to be my best ever performance on a bike
9 at Coulsdon for the 7.00am start. George had negotiated an extra half an hour with Paul which made the start time a bit more manageable - 6.30am just seemed a bit too early, I like my sleep
.
So there were; Paul, George, Toks, Ant, Jon, Mark, Phil, Stef and myself.
Straight in to the usual formation of Paul up front and the rest tucked in behind. Through Merstham we joined the throngs of cyclists at a roundabout. George made a quip to a Policewoman, standing at the junction, of "we got lost". The thing was she replied "oh, ok"
, and let us through
, nice one George.
The pace started to increase and the Addicombe train was up and rolling along nicely - very nicely. As Ant said, quite a few tried to, but failed in their attempts to jump on to our locomotive. No actually that's an untruth, there was one guy that did manage it, joining in well for a few miles before Ditchling Beacon, but who's counting
.
Unfortunately we lost Mark Phil and Stef at some point, but we met up again at the mid point tea stop, where I tried to be flash and bunny hop up the cobblestone kerb and on to the grass. Psssshhhhhhh, oh dear that wasn't flash at all was it
. So while everyone was enjoying sitting on their arses having a cup of tea, I was frantically putting a new tube in the back wheel before we set off again.
Turners Hill was fun. We were all full of it by now with everyone feeling strong and doing good hard stints at the front. As we approached the bottom of the climb you could sense someone would do something - and yes it had to be George
. Out of the saddle, big ring, weaving in and out of other cyclists, he was off. 20m gap now and I decided to give chase with the others doing the same behind me. I'm out the saddle too, big gear, pushing hard. Half way up I shouted out to him, "I'm going to get you", but I didn't quite make it - nearly though - good fun
. I think this was the climb me and George heard a shout of "B*st*rds" from a struggling cyclist as we powered past them
.
Ditchling was different, obviously. Longer, tougher and for me, not nice. I lasted about halfway with George and Toks (maybe a bit less), but then they went away, George first, then Toks. I dug deep but my legs were screaming. Pleased though as the gap to Toks remained constant to the top, about 30metres. And wow what a descent the other side down in to Brighton - I think we touched 55mph and this year it felt safer than previous years, don't know why
Chicken and bacon baguette went down a treat with a nice cup of tea. A bit of a relax soaking up the sun, and back on the bikes. We were now joined by Rob who had overslept and tanked it down to Brighton on his own (well you know what I mean
)
No quarter was given on the way back either. Raced up most of the climbs (and actually beat George and Toks on a couple, but I won't brag
) and the flat bits were just fast. Everyone was still feeling good, everyone was still stonking along and everyone was loving it - it was brilliant
. I did start wondering when my legs would fall off though, as surely I couldn't keep this going the whole way. This eventually did happened on the drag into Redhill, but fortunately they reattached themselves by the time we got to the Merstham drag, where George said there was a prize for first to the top. Toks put in the best effort I've seen up the drag, it was immense. I stuck to his wheel like glue and we pulled away from everyone, by a good margin. Toks that was awesome
. Down the other side we regrouped and said our goodbye's.
Thanks ever so much guy's for a superb day
Steve