A day of two totally different halves today, but both just as enjoyable as the other
Part 1 - Coulsdon to Brighton
Went with Huw's 19 group. As I hadn't been on the bike since last sunday I was a bit worried about how my legs would feel, and sure enough it wasn't long before I got the tell tale signs that they weren't good
. They weren't bad but just didn't feel as if there was much there. If the pace was very fast then I was going to struggle.
All was ok though and the pace was quick but manageable. Good work sharing between Stu Marek and Mike etc meant that everyone else could tuck in for the ride, but this all changed after Turners Hill
I texted my Mum yesterday (who lives in T H), to come and see the ACC Brighton club run cycling up to the top of the hill. I was surprised she did come to watch, and she was pretty impressed by the sheer numbers
We were now joined by more fast guys and it wasn't long before the afterburners got well and truely lit. Big digs at the front were stringing out the whole group. Twice I had to sprint across a gap to get back on to the group, leaving others chewing bar tape behind, uncertain whether they would make it back or not. Mark Mc did a great job pulling them back the first time (time trial stylee), only to find that once on, someone else put the hammer down, splitting it all up again
All back together before Haywards Heath, but this was to be the last time. Up the drag in to HH I tested my legs out and, up out of the saddle, I pushed quite hard. Oh they feel quite good - bonk- oh dear maybe not. Two thirds up, my legs gave out leaving the all the 'big boys' to breeze past me, and off in to the distance
The rest of us got together as a group and got in to a good rythm. This was when I had my scariest moment ever on a bike. Matt D was on the front for a stint and it was my turn next. As I went passed him I put my head down to get on the power. Two seconds later I hear "STEEEVE". As I looked up I nearly Sh1t myself. All I could see was a 6 foot tractor wheel and a contraption on the back of the tractor with 18 inch spikes sticking out of it a few metres in front of me. I couldn't effing believe it
How the hell did it get there? What the hell was the driver thinking? F*** F*** F***. Survival instincts took over and it all seemed to happen in slow motion. I pulled the brakes really hard and I slowed enough that the tractors wheel was now not a problem, but the spikes were. I swerved while still braking and somehow managed to get around the back of the tractor without touching any of it. It all happened so quickly but so slowly. I was really ok about the whole incident for a couple of minutes, but then "whack", shock got to me and I went all weird. I started to well up behind my glasses and I didn't have any desire to push the pedals around anymore
.
Matt, I want to thank you for calling out to me when you did, it was really quick thinking. Even half a second later and I would have been an integral part of that tractor for sure. Cheers mate, I owe you
Most of the group rode on, Brian N kept me company, and I think Matt and Richard A stopped to have a kind word with the tractor driver. Ditchling was quickly approaching and my short sharp shock had subsided. Huw and Mark Mc were good targets up ahead for me to concentrate on, reeling them in somewhere up the climb, only for my legs to give up two thirds up
And so to one of my favourite parts of the ride, the descent down to Brighton. A couple of weeks ago we reached 55?mph, but today conditions weren't as still and I could only manage 50.7mph. Did anyone top that?
Apart from the near miss, a good ride down to the coast
It was funny watching the waiters and waitress trying to serve 50+ cyclist in one go. Didn't do a bad job though. Some good chat and a few photos on the green later and it was on to part 2.
Part 2 - Brighton to Coulsdon
Monty and Alex were staying in Brighton, so it was up to just a few VC's to get everyone home. I asked Huw how best to organise it, and he said we should all head back together and groups would naturally form. Mm, in theory yes, but in practise this plan was flawed. Almost immediately outside of Brighton things weren't good. Riders were strung out along about half a mile of road. I hung back just to check everyone was ok, and soon realised that my blast back with the fast group was well and truely 'up the road and gone'. Anyway it was more important to see that everyone made it home safely. Bridget, Bob and Geoff were having difficulties hanging onto the 'main group', so I decided to race up to the front to tell everyone to stop somewhere where we could then split in to groups, I thought this would work better. Up a steep hill, left and on to a big roundabout. No sign of Huws group so shouted to a few riders to stop when possible. A few minutes later and riders were still coming past me round the rounabout, but then a gap and no sign of Bridget Bob and Geoff
. I decided to go back just to make sure all was ok. As I got back to the top of the hill I just saw them going the wrong way and turning down a wrong road
. So now back on route and it was just the four of us, with no sign of anyone up ahead stopping to regroup. Oh boy
. As a VC, I now felt a sense of responsability.
Now I didn't know the route but knew I could get us home. Devils Dyke was familiar but I decided not to take the turning up to it - good choice
- cos ten minutes later we met up with the small group ahead, regrouping from their Devils Dyke detour. So now its about a dozen of us, including Tim and Amy, both experienced VC's and with a map
. We all stayed together from then on, waiting for anyone who was struggling at any particular point and encouraging anyone who was going through a bad patch. Bob decided to get the train with 30 miles still to go, he was feeling bad, but pulled through brilliantly to finish the ride with us. The ride back seemed very long but I must admit I enjoyed the experience and I enjoyed riding with a thoroughly agreeable lot. Well done to all. Thanks for the ride guys
. 105 miles door to door.
Steve