Ain’t never bin married before. Didn’t want to rush into it!!!

Dudes, today I am 50 years old!  🙂

It was with great sadness, and a heavy heart that I offered my beloved road bike for sale. She was beautiful, my pride and joy, Mon Petite Reine. However, she had remained virtually un ridden for two years due to my shoulder injury. Yes, I had ridden her up and down the road now and then in the vain hope that all would be well, but finally I have had to accept that my road race days are over.

She had carried me to many a victory, and to see her just sitting there, was too much to bear. She was born to go fast, built for speed, from her taut Columbus SLX lightweight body to her zinging Dura Ace wheels. I sat with her for a while as I waited for her buyer to arrive. I hung a couple of medals on her that we had won together. We shared a moment, then all to soon she was gone. I hope she’ll be happy in her new home. I’ll think of her from time to time, and I’ll always be able to relive some of our great races together in my mind.

First, some stats from my GPS – Distance Ridden 96 miles (I didn’t turn the GPS unit on until the B&B). Max speed 34.0mph (that must be the descent into Queen Elizabeth Park. I’m a coward). Moving time 09:16. Moving average 10:3mph. Stoppped 1hr 39mins (tea & toast at QE park, full lunch and a change of kit just after the A20 crossing, tea and fruit loaf at Devils Dyke, tea and sandwich at Itford Farm). Overall average 8.8mph (that’s leisurely). Total ascent in meters 2760.Now ‘some anorak’ stuff. I rode a standard Specialized Stumpjumper Comp Hardtail. I ran Specialized Rockster 1.9 tyres @ 50psi (They don’t make these anymore, closest thing would be Hutchinson Pythons). I set my Fox RL 80mm forks soft with a slightly quicker than normal rebound so that they would soak up the smaller bumps and save my wrists. I carried 1 spare tube, plus glue and patches, a small allen key tool, a Blackburn mini pump, a gillet, a chewy bar, and a bottle with ‘gear’ in it. I fitted a small bell on my bike, and it was used a lot. Walkers seem to like a bell.

Having back-up meant that I didn’t have to carry too much kit, and the longest time I spent on my own was about three hours. I didn’t suffer much, and I reckon the good stop half way, and full change of kit paid dividends. The back-up was my lover Carla, who’s experience and skill at looking after bike riders is second to none. I didn’t have to worry, “will she be there?”, and “will I be able to find her?”, because I knew she just would be in the right place, and she’d have everything ready. Even when I turned up at QE park with a buddy she made an extra brew as if she had been expecting it. I couldn’t have done it without her, and it wouldn’t have been half as much fun.

Last year I rode the event on a full-suspension bike. This year I rode a hard tail. Now, if I was going to ride next year which do you think I would choose?

Some of you may remember that I rode the South Downs Way in a day last year in aid of the British Heart Foundation and raised £500. Well, I’m gonna do it again.It’s a tough ride of 100 miles, mostly off-road. Last year it took me 10hrs and 20mins. This year I am hoping to do the event in under 10hrs.
“Well what’s so tough about that then, and why should I sponsor you?”, I hear you ask.
Well, because of the fantastic work that the British Heart Foundation do (check their website at www.bhf.org.uk ), and 100miles with 3000metres of climbing for an old fella with a dodgy shoulder hurts so good!!!

You can sponsor me online at my page on the BHF website.

Thanks in advance, I wish you good karma.

We did the Rough Ride this weekend. When I say we I mean Carla, Supawal, and me. When I say the Rough Ride I mean the tough Enduro event that takes place in Radnorshire.I opted for the 70km route, did it last year, and it was fantastic. The moorland sections are stunningly beautiful if you have the nerve to take your eyes off the trail for a second, or if you have the time to stop and look. I rode full-sus, and was wondering if I had made the right choice on the outward journey as there was a stiff headwind, and a lot of steep climbs. Things were different on the way back, with a nice tailwind blowing bowling along the trails was magic, and some of the descents were a major source of wow!

It took me 5 hours to complete the course, which is half an hour slower than last year. I put this down to the fact that the ground was not as hard this time. Carla thought the same as she had taken much longer to do the 40km route than she had anticipated bearing in mind her time from the 70km route last time.

Supawal? Well he said he was thinking of doing the short route, but he seemed to be going very well, and was in front of me at the split. When he went straight on I assumed that he was sticking to his short route plan. Turns out he missed the signs. Well that’s what he claims happened!

Rode in Wyre Forest yesterday, and it was perfect. The sun shone, the temperature was just right, the trails were in top condition, dry but not dusty, and it was so green, and the flowers, and the wildlife, and the riding, all just perfect; a perfect day.Carla and I rode deep into the heart of the forest where you hardly ever see another soul. We managed to get ourselves a bit lost. Just as we were working out the best route to take ‘man of the forest’ Mick Arms appeared, with his biking buddy Tim, and rescued us. We have not seen Mick since last summer, and as if by magic there he was, just when we needed him. Now, Mick’s knowledge of trails in the forest is almost legendary, and we were soon back on track.

Two weeks holiday in France gone in the blink of an eye. One minute I was there, and the next I was back at work. All those tomorrows turned into yesterdays. All those planned routes ridden.

So that all the days would not merge into one fuzzy memory I kept a diary. This would let me relive our trip from the deep depression of my desk. Carla took it even worse than me. We have been back almost two weeks, and she’s still not back! Continue reading →

The HONC genuinely deserves it’s “classic” status, having been inspired originally by the “Hell of the North” Paris-Roubaix bike race, which takes place on the same day in Northern France. The challenge ride starts and finishes in the picturesque town of Winchcombe and uses a combination of tarmac, “white” roads and bridleways. Now in it’s 21st year, the event has grown in popularity year on year. The first event had only 13 entrants and Mountain bikes had not then been invented. This year, for the first time in it’s history, advance entries topped 1000, and had to close a week before the day. It’s a mass start event, with riders on everything from vintage bikes to brand new full suspension MTBs, with tourers, cyclo-cross bikes and more MTBs in between.After a neutralised parade through the town with a police escort the, the ‘event proper’ starts, and although the HONC is not a race, it’s every man for himself. I done this event a few times now, and I always make a point of being as near the front as possible, and giving it all I have up the first climb to avoid bottlenecks. After the first half hour the stream of riders thins, and small groups start to form. As we headed up and over Cleeve Hill, with the early morning sun on our backs, and a brisk tailwind, I found myself in the company of a small group containing Jack from the Numplumz team, Jack was to be our saviour. Continue reading →

Had a great cycling weekend. Carla and I put in the final push in our bid for cycling fitness in preparation for the HONC next weekend. We still found time to stop and get a few pictures though, and I’d like to share them with you.First is the Path through Puxton, the overgrown field on the left has been like that since I first moved to the area some 40 years ago. A lot of the surrounding land has been built on now, but this field remains, like some mad landowner had vowed, “Build on my land? Never!!!”, and left it unkept in a show of defiance. Anyway, this time of year that field has a smell, a fieldy sort of smell that reminds me of when I first moved here, at 8 years old.

Next is the entrance to Habberley Valley, another place that brings back happy childhood memories. There used to be a fairground in it, and a tea shop where you could go and get a tea tray for a picnic. The hut that used to be the teashop is still there, but the fair is long gone. I often ride through the valley on my way to Wyre Forest.

Which brings me nicely to the disused railway line that runs right through Wyre Forest. It’s a designated cycle route now, traffic free, and great for getting to the heart of the forest. It’s also a useful handrail if you get lost. Oh, and I found some of my favourite flowers along it’s banks.

Talking of spring flowers, spring wouldn’t be spring without Daffs, and there were some really nice one in the grounds of Enville Hall.

We stopped along the towpath that runs from Kinver to Wolverley to buy some duck eggs from a local smallholder. We rang the bell to get served, and while we waited I took a picture of the fantastic Spring Blossom in the cottage garden.

You remember I did some gardening work last summer? Well, I planted some of the plants I was given out in our garden, and some of them are starting to bloom. I cannot remember what this one is called, but I think it looks lovely.

OK, that’s all for now, I hope you liked.