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New climbing challenge

July 20, 2014

Now in its third year, Rapha and Strava have once again teamed up to challenge cyclists to climb a dizzying height on their bikes. This year the challenge is 8,800m (28,870 ft) in nine days. This equates to three stages of this year’s Tour de France and is roughly the same height as Mount Everest. The prize for completing the challenge is a commemorative woven badge which has been quite rightly mocked by a club-mate for being a bit Boy Scouts, but sometimes you’ve just got to geek-out and stitch your badge on your cycling bag with pride.

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Today’s ride was a full tour of the steep Mendip hills

Knowing that time-constraints later in the week will probably lead me to the evil but efficient practice of hill-repeats, I started off with a ride I’d been contemplating for some time. A complete circuit of the Mendip Hills going up or down every road I know. It turned out to be a 62 miler, but the horizontal distance was inconsequential. The real result was over 6000 ft of climbing. This took me four hours and provided some spectacular views of Somerset and the Chew Valley. It also left me battling the mental challenge of the oncoming ‘bonk’ for the last hour as my energy reserves depleted.

Somerset Levels

Heading down towards the Somerset Levels 

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I may need to replace my brake blocks after this challenge

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Another narrow, windy descent

Towards Blagdon

Towards Blagdon Lake in the Chew Valley

Cake consumption was the immediate priority on my return home

Cake consumption was the immediate priority upon my return home

After today’s 62 miler returned 6000 ft of climbing, and yesterday’s 35 miler gave me 4500 ft I’m about a third of the way into the challenge. Tomorrow I will be giving the legs some much-needed rest, knowing that there’s still some way to go before I can reach for the victorious needle and thread.

25 Mile Time Trial

July 3, 2014

Last night I rode our club 25 mile time trial race. Not only was it the furthest I had raced, it was also the first time I’d pinned a number on my jersey this year so I had no idea what to expect. The course is 3 laps of Chew Valley Lake, a single lap being the usual weekly time trial distance. My personal best over a single lap was an average speed of 22.5mph, however that was last year and after lots of training. My goal for last night was to average over 20mph, known as “evens” in time-trialling.

Race number

Race number 2

I got down to the lake early and chose number 2. Number 1 seemed a bit too symbolic and too much of a scalp for all the following faster riders to enjoy taking. I then headed off to warm up after a bit of a chat with a few other riders, including PJ who the previous week had been racing Bradley Wiggins and several other professional riders in the National Time Trial Championships and finishing 28th. A very impressive result for a club rider.

We set off at one minute intervals and I caught Number 1 within the first 5 minutes. Rather than seeing this as something positive it just made me think I’d set off too fast. For the next few minutes I kept asking myself whether I could maintain the pace for an hour. “I don’t know … I don’t know … I don’t know” was like a worrying mantra going round in my head, until I remembered reading somewhere that this is actually the correct answer when time-trialling. If you answer “yes” you’re going too slow and if you answer “no” you’ve overcooked it! I pushed on.

Not only is the course undulating but it was a breezy night which manifested itself in a slight headwind along the uphill back straight which was quite energy sapping. I completed the first lap at an average speed of 21.5mph which I was pleased with. My tactics (or lack of) were to push it hard on lap one, try and maintain the pace on lap two and then hammer it home on the final lap. Basically I had no tactics.

On the half-hour mark I was overtaken by Number 3. It was a strange feeling but I was actually glad to be overtaken purely because it was nice to feel the camaraderie of another rider. For half an hour I’d been suffering alone. Plus he was wearing a pointy helmet, had a disc wheel and TT bars so I consoled myself by saying it was probably just his equipment which made him faster than me. I do own some clip-on TT bars and have used them before but they gave me terrible neck ache from the strained position so I didn’t contemplate attaching them for a one hour race.

On 40 minutes I was overtaken a second time. This time by Number 8 who was going super fast. By the end of my second lap my average speed was down slightly to 21mph which was good. I knew I had +20mph in the bag and pushed on. But by the end of the difficult back straight my average was down to 20.6mph which gave me a new determination to try and finish on 21mph. With a couple of downhill stretches I felt the wind in my sails and gave it everything I had. On 23 miles I was overtaken by PJ. I hadn’t known what race number he’d taken but always knew he was somewhere behind me tearing up the tarmac and closing the gap. Number 14. He had started 12 minutes after me so was definitely on for a sub-hour time for the course which requires an average faster than 25mph.

By the final straight my average was up to 20.9mph and I gave it everything I had. I was riding at 25mph and with the finish line in sight had one eye on my average speed waiting for it to change. It did. 21mph average and a time of 1 hour 11 minutes.

I felt trashed and after hanging around at the finish for a while I headed home. Cold sweats, pain in the butt like I’d been kicked repeatedly and an inability to ride faster than 15mph without feeling like I was about to collapse. At one point I even brushed against a patch of stinging nettles on the side of a country lane, my brain working too slowly to adjust my riding line. The satisfying feeling of giving it everything you have.

Picnics and pumas

July 2, 2014

Say it quietly and be careful not to speak too soon, but we appear to be having a genuine proper summer in England this year. Sunny days, little rain and warmth on a near-enough daily basis. It’s unprecedented. I have become an accomplished picnicker by bike and with a baby, which is no mean feat. It requires quite a lot of preparation but the benefit is that there’s no kitchen floor to clear from an avalanche of food. Instead you just shake the crumbs onto the grass for the birds and head on.

Step 1 - prepare the baby

Step 1 – prepare the baby

Step 2 - prepare the baby chariot

Step 2 – prepare the baby chariot (there is a bike underneath there somewhere) 

I take it at an easy pace. There isn’t really much option when you have a picnic blanket hanging off one side of the bike, a full pannier bag on the other and a big baby sat directly behind you. I also just wear normal clothing, although her constant grabbing at the waistband of my boxer shorts is starting to make me consider wearing bib-shorts to prevent her mid-ride attempts at pulling a wedgie on me. If she ends up being embarrassed by her Dad cycling in Lycra then she’ll only have herself to blame.

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Stopping to release a puma (pants up my a***)

Picnic

Picnic

It's amazing what you can do with 2 teeth

It’s amazing what you can do with 2 teeth

"Get off my

“Whose hands were just on my shorts?!” 

Back home and worn out - nap time

Back home and worn out – nap time

In contrast to leisurely picnics by the lake I may be pinning a race number onto my jersey this evening and taking part in my first time-trial of the year. At 25 miles it’s much further than I’ve ever raced before, but with such beautiful weather it seems a good moment to head down to the lake for some fast fun. Hopefully there’ll be no danger of troublesome pumas when I’m kitted out in proper cycling gear.

A relaxing weekend in Amsterdam

June 22, 2014

We were in Amsterdam this weekend visiting family. I fancied the idea of taking our daughter for a ride in a Dutch cargo bike, but also didn’t want to be the cycling obsessive who disrupted everyone else’s weekend plans, so didn’t go so far as organising anything. In the end this was the closest I got to one:

A bakfiets Dutch cargo bike

A bakfiets Dutch cargo bike

And this was the best ride that little Miss BikeVCar had:

"This is more my style"

Her cousin literally following the instructions to “push her gently” 

Luckily, for a brief moment on Saturday afternoon the stars aligned and both my wife and daughter wanted to go back to the hotel for a nap while everyone else headed back to the house to relax before the evening. I seized the opportunity by borrowing a bike from the hotel and running a few errands. I headed out of the suburbs and into the touristy, centre of the city to buy a small souvenir for our daughter’s first trip abroad.

Hotel bike

Hotel bike 

Having spent some time walking around this part of the city it was a completely different experience on a bike. Rather than being a pedestrian buffeted about in the chaos I was suddenly easing along within the flow of the madness. Pedestrians cleared out of the way, cars backed off and other cyclists were all travelling at the same speed.

Dedicated bike lanes

Dedicated bike lanes made it simple

Good separation from cars, trams and people

Good separation from cars, trams and people

It was a relaxing atmosphere and I felt happy to put my foot down and wait for green lights

It was a relaxing atmosphere and I felt happy to put my foot down and wait for green lights

Cycling around Vondelpark

Cycling around Vondelpark

No Lycra (or helmets)

No Lycra (or helmets)

Without caring too much about my speed and just using the bike to get about, I still thought I was moving at a decent pace on my little three-speed. Right up until the moment I was overtaken by a lady in a dress wearing high heels. By that point I’d been out and about for an hour, had completely my errands and was back out in the suburbs with half an hour to spare. Rather that eek out every last bit of fun (and be overtaken by more people in completely inappropriate cycling footwear) I decided to end on a high and stop for a beer in the late afternoon sun.

Watching other people cycle instead

Watching other people cycle instead

Then I made my way back to the hotel to wake the sleeping beauties to get ready for our evening ahead.

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“Look at his face. He’s been cycling hasn’t he!”

The souvenir

The souvenir

 

Missing out on Le Tour

June 6, 2014

Today’s big news is the unfortunate withdrawal of a big name from this year’s Tour de France. With it starting on British soil this news is a big shame. No, I’m not talking about Sir Brad, but Little Miss BikeVCar. We had made plans to head up to Yorkshire in a few weeks time to spectate. And she’d been putting in the mileage in preparation. Something like 20 miles in the last 4 weeks. But we’ve decided to put things in perspective and the prospect of taking an 8 month old baby out onto the Yorkshire Moors for a long day surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people just doesn’t seem like the sort of thing responsible parents would do.

Miss BikeVCar started her preparation for Le Tour in the cold months of the year

Miss BikeVCar started her preparation for Le Tour in the cold months of the year

Warm weather training

And has stayed dedicated as the temperatures increased 

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She recently managed a 10 mile ride with no complaints

Which is more than can be said for her domestique who really struggled up the last hill home

Which is more than can be said for her domestique who really struggled up the last hill home

But ultimately she just doesn't quite have the stamina to make Le Tour this year

But unfortunately she just doesn’t quite have the stamina to make Le Tour this year

It’s obviously a tough time at the moment but she mostly seems to be coping ok with the news that we won’t be making the trip up North. She’s still relatively young so should have a few more years ahead in her cycling career. And with the Tour of Britain coming to Bristol and Bath this year there’s always the possibility of catching that event instead. For now we’ll be sticking to the local roads and just enjoying the ride.

 

Random riding

June 5, 2014

I’m not commuting or training at the moment. Previously my cycling has always fallen into one of these two categories; commuting to work, or training for some kind of climbing or time-trialling. I’m still getting out a coupe of times a week, but now for a mix between pleasure and keeping fit. It’s difficult to ride exclusively for pleasure – as with most forms of exercise there needs to be a certain amount of discomfort to make it worthwhile. Fortunately I’m starting to feel fitness levels improving which brings a level of satisfaction and pleasure to cycling.

This morning I headed out to ride a random route along unfamiliar roads. Using the GPS as a digital compass it’s possible to create a new route on the hoof without getting completely lost. I never pre-programme routes on the Garmin - the less interaction I have with complex computer software the better for everyone. I did try once and spent an evening frustratingly asking my “stupid computer” why-wont-it-do-this and why-wont-it-do-that until my wife finally pointed out that maybe it was the operator who was stupid. Using a £350 GPS for a compass and using an expensive laptop purely to write inane blog posts and watch ‘epic fail videos’ on youtube she might have a point.

I was up and out the house early. Despite the weather forecast showing a warm day ahead I felt a nasty bite in the air when I went to fetch the bike from the shed. So I added an extra layer and set off. East.

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First decision – none of these place names took my fancy so I carried straight on

The sky was blue and it seemed to be warming up, just as predicted by the weather forecast. But then I saw a field full of cows laying down. And I thought: who do I trust, the clever computers or the dumb old cows?

Rain coming ...

Rain coming …

The cows were right. It started to rain and I got wet. Then I made a bad decision and ended up riding up a flooded and mucky road.

I got wetter

I got wetter

At some point or other I popped out in the City of Wells. It was still early so I decided to go via the cathedral.

Familiar ground ahead

Familiar ground ahead

A bad picture of Wells Cathedral

Not the brightest street light in the world – just a bad photo

I headed back home over the hills via a little road above Westbury-sub-Mendip. It was no hidden treasure unfortunately – 2 miles of evil steepness with a fair dose of gravel and potholes. But it felt good to reach the top. Typically, the fine weather seemed to break through the clouds just as I neared home.

Home in sight

Home in sight

Despite a few dodgy moments it was a nice to add some spontaneity to the ride and experience some new roads. And to get back home after an hour and a half in the saddle for a well-earned breakfast. Fortunately my wife had completed breakfast duty with the little one and she was patiently reading the paper and waiting.

Little Miss contemplates the tricky Wiggins / Tour de France issue

Little Miss contemplates Team Sky’s tricky Wiggins / Tour de France issue

Introducing a new cyclist

May 9, 2014

This week I had the pleasure of introducing somebody to cycling. The ride had been several months in the planning, with lots of research and preparation into the appropriate equipment. However, before we could embark I set this newbie one strict requirement: no cycling until you can sit up by yourself.

Ok, now you're just showing off

Ok, now you’re just showing off

With the necessary strength training completed, the only thing left was to carb-load for our epic ride. Spaghetti was the obvious choice. Not only does it provide the essential glycogen to the muscles, it’s also good fun.

"Are you really letting me loose on this bowl of pasta? More fool you, Daddy!"

“Are you really letting me loose on this bowl of pasta? More fool you!”

"Carb-loading should be enjoyable"

Carb-loading like a champ

My only advice to this novice was to have fun, but do it safely so your mother doesn’t worry. So we killed two birds with one stone and headed to the city to buy a helmet and to have lunch with Mum. At the cycle shop I stood her in front of a row of helmets. She could have chosen blue, green, yellow … but in one bold move she leaned forward and pulled the pink one off the shelf. If she ever has a younger brother then this potential hand-me-down was not my decision!

Mum approves :)

Mum approves 

After lunch we headed home for our epic ride. I’d planned a testing 1 & 1/2 mile loop of the village.

Ok, I'm ready. Let's go!

Ok, I’ve been waiting 7 months for this. Let’s go!

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“I’m not sure my eyes actually need any protection with your fat bum shielding me. I’m just going to drop these sunglasses on the floor…”

"Cruising along in the sun at 9mph is pretty relaxing. I'm just gonna suck my fingers and enjoy myself"

“Cruising along in the sun at 9mph is pretty relaxing. I’m just gonna suck my fingers and enjoy myself”

Rehydrating at the end of our epic ride

Rehydrating at the end of our epic ride

This was a positive first introduction to cycling and after months of planning and preparation (not to mention spending on equipment) it was a great relief that it went so smoothly.

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