Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
A chilly morning greeted me as I left to ride over to Pitstone for the Icknield RC hilly 30k time trial. This is a regular feature on my early season, which I enter either solo (as this year) or as a 2-up event with my Team Grumpy partner. No problems riding over to the race HQ: I chose to ride along the new Stoke Hammond bypass, a nicely surfaced dual carriageway. Having left in good time in case of incident (punctures spring to mind!), I arrived at the hall in plenty of time. Well, actually, a bit too much time.After a spot of conversation, I trundled off to the start line. By this time I was feeling rather chilly, and I noticed that all the riders lined up at the start were shivering, so I wasn't alone there.
Eventually, my start time came, and off I went. The course leads past a recreation ground and through Ivinghoe. The recreation ground is a bit of a problem, with parents in large 4x4s stopping to deliver children to Sunday football matches. As has happened before, I got stalled quite badly by one such monster vehicle. Shortly after Ivinghoe, the course turns left and climbs up the shoulder of Ivinghoe Beacon. At this point, I knew I was in for a tough ride: I really struggled over the top, and indeed got caught for a minute on the way down the other side (only about 10 minutes into the race!).
At the bottom of the descent it's a sharp left to join the road out to Billington. This was characterised by some pretty bad potholes, and then the sharp climb that is Billington Hill. This year I decided against muscling a big gear and slipped the chain into the small plate. Nevertheless, I crested the hill in an embarrassingly small gear. Fortunately the speed picked up as I descended to the roundabout where I joined the Leighton Buzzard bypass. from there it was reasonably quick, past a couple of roundabouts and up to Wing. During this stretch, I was passed by #78, and was caught by the scratch rider (Steve Golla, #80) in Wing. The roads continued to be of really poor quality* as I descended from Wing. Dodging the potholes and traffic, I eventually reached the turn to Wingrave. Up the slight hill and through Wingrave - turned left at the duckpond (has to be one of the more quaint course descriptions), where my right tri-bar pad decided to leap off into the abyss**. Ignoring the abrasive possibilities of riding on the remaining velcro patches, I pressed on to Mentmore crossroads and turned right towards Mentmore and the final climb. Not too bad, though #79 caught me shortly after cresting the hill - now I was the last rider on the road! The descent could have been fast, but I found myself inhibited by the big red signs exhorting road users to go slowly: "Failed Road Surface" was the hazard*. Dodging huge potholes and associated gravel, the descent past the Mentmore country club was quite quick. One last sprint and I crossed the line to finish in 50:41.
This wasn't a particularly triumphant performance, but hopefully will contribute to returning form as I return from the injury and illness of recent weeks.
*I rode a total of about 1o9km today, including riding too and from the event, and I can say that I was appalled by the state of the roads I was on: they would embarrass a third world country, and this must be one of the wealthiest counties in England. Shame on the local councils! Last winter has absolutely trashed them. It made riding the event rather unpleasant at times.
**I chose to ride home via Wingrave and retrieved the tri-bar pad, which will henceforth be secured with a rubber band.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
A chilly morning greeted me as I left to ride over to Pitstone for the Icknield RC hilly 30k time trial. This is a regular feature on my early season, which I enter either solo (as this year) or as a 2-up event with my Team Grumpy partner. No problems riding over to the race HQ: I chose to ride along the new Stoke Hammond bypass, a nicely surfaced dual carriageway. Having left in good time in case of incident (punctures spring to mind!), I arrived at the hall in plenty of time. Well, actually, a bit too much time.After a spot of conversation, I trundled off to the start line. By this time I was feeling rather chilly, and I noticed that all the riders lined up at the start were shivering, so I wasn't alone there.
Eventually, my start time came, and off I went. The course leads past a recreation ground and through Ivinghoe. The recreation ground is a bit of a problem, with parents in large 4x4s stopping to deliver children to Sunday football matches. As has happened before, I got stalled quite badly by one such monster vehicle. Shortly after Ivinghoe, the course turns left and climbs up the shoulder of Ivinghoe Beacon. At this point, I knew I was in for a tough ride: I really struggled over the top, and indeed got caught for a minute on the way down the other side (only about 10 minutes into the race!).
At the bottom of the descent it's a sharp left to join the road out to Billington. This was characterised by some pretty bad potholes, and then the sharp climb that is Billington Hill. This year I decided against muscling a big gear and slipped the chain into the small plate. Nevertheless, I crested the hill in an embarrassingly small gear. Fortunately the speed picked up as I descended to the roundabout where I joined the Leighton Buzzard bypass. from there it was reasonably quick, past a couple of roundabouts and up to Wing. During this stretch, I was passed by #78, and was caught by the scratch rider (Steve Golla, #80) in Wing. The roads continued to be of really poor quality* as I descended from Wing. Dodging the potholes and traffic, I eventually reached the turn to Wingrave. Up the slight hill and through Wingrave - turned left at the duckpond (has to be one of the more quaint course descriptions), where my right tri-bar pad decided to leap off into the abyss**. Ignoring the abrasive possibilities of riding on the remaining velcro patches, I pressed on to Mentmore crossroads and turned right towards Mentmore and the final climb. Not too bad, though #79 caught me shortly after cresting the hill - now I was the last rider on the road! The descent could have been fast, but I found myself inhibited by the big red signs exhorting road users to go slowly: "Failed Road Surface" was the hazard*. Dodging huge potholes and associated gravel, the descent past the Mentmore country club was quite quick. One last sprint and I crossed the line to finish in 50:41.
This wasn't a particularly triumphant performance, but hopefully will contribute to returning form as I return from the injury and illness of recent weeks.
*I rode a total of about 1o9km today, including riding too and from the event, and I can say that I was appalled by the state of the roads I was on: they would embarrass a third world country, and this must be one of the wealthiest counties in England. Shame on the local councils! Last winter has absolutely trashed them. It made riding the event rather unpleasant at times.
**I chose to ride home via Wingrave and retrieved the tri-bar pad, which will henceforth be secured with a rubber band.
