Clive spotted us at the start, wearing our cross of St George Foska shirts goodness knows how in the gloom and under gilets and jackets and throw-away fleeces. They all succeeded too.
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Clive and his other first time Etape mates
Clive spotted us at the start, wearing our cross of St George Foska shirts goodness knows how in the gloom and under gilets and jackets and throw-away fleeces. They all succeeded too.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Friday, 25 July 2008
Friday, 11 July 2008
Tim's account of our epic ride
The day started as soon as our heads hit the pillow – in an effort to get the suggested 8 hours sleep the night before the big race we retired early only to toss and turn as our minds raced through the task ahead, the biggest yet faced…….104 miles cycle through the foothills of the Pyrenees and then up some of the most fearsome climbs on the Tour. Our fragile sleep patterns were shattered by a massive thunder storm at 3.30am, suggesting the expected rain forecast for the day ahead might be unfortunately accurate. The alarm call at 4.55am was a blessed relief – the day had started!
The prep work the night before paid dividends – there was no last minute panic as we changed and consumed our pre-prepared soaked high carb oats which would hopefully pull our bodies through the first part of the race.
As we entered the start point ( a series of eight holding pens, each housing 1000 cyclists!) it was difficult not to be intimidated by the cyclists on show, most of whom carried no body fat and sported shaven legs (what is that about!) – a phenomenal array of bikes were on show, each looking lighter and faster than our own. A few other odd things stood out – the average age was higher than we expected at c 35-40 years (this was reassuring!) - and a distinct lack of female riders (c 3%). The hour before the race was a long one and our aim was to keep our bodies well hydrated and warm. The tips given to us by previous seasoned Etapers turned out to be invaluable…. the old clothing we held (and had to discard) provided much needed warmth whilst a spare bottle of water meant we did not eat into our precious 1.25 litres of water carried on board the bike, needed to carry us 60 miles to the first feed station.
The constant drizzle became a wet cold blanket that enveloped everyone and the 7.10am signal for the start of the race was welcomed by all. Cries of “We’ve not come this far to fail” and “Pain is temporary - failure lasts forever….” went around as we slowly crossed the start line signified by an electronic bleep triggered by our ankle tracking device. A disturbing part of the hydration process suddenly dawned on Team Etape Virgins – we had only just crossed the start line and our bladders were already bursting! This was a theme of the next 7.5 – 8.5 hours as we all held off the inevitable in an effort to maintain average speed and keep up with your buddies. The start turned out to be a precarious and surprisingly dangerous part of the race, given the sheer volume of people being squeezed through the gate which was no more than 20 meters wide. Suddenly we broke out of the claustrophobic frenzy and we were away, fuelled by a mixture of adrenalin and fear at what lay ahead. We cried out to one another to keep close and we screamed through the wet wide roads of Pau. This is one of only a few races where the roads are completely shut down to traffic for the benefit of the riders, which made each and every rider feel priviledged and what makes the Etape du Tour such a special occasion.
The 104 miles of the Tour is best split into two distinct phases - the lowlands - and the mountains. The Lowlands involved a phenomenally quick ride broadly 60 miles from Pau, through the historic streets of Lourdes and to the start of the dreaded Tourmalet. As we sped through Pau, speeds of 25 mph on the flat were recorded and we averaged 22 mph over the first 25 miles. This phase of the ride involved an impressive 1000 meters of climbing, with two notable climbs of c 6-7% incline, each over 2-3 km. What is interesting is these climbs hardly register on any of the macho information guides handed out prior to the race, however for the uninitiated they formed a rude awakening to what lay ahead! Taking in the hills we still maintained high average speeds of between 18-20 mph.
The vehicle that allowed us to maintain these high speeds is “The Peleton”, the word for a group of cyclists (sometimes as many as 100) who use momentum and body mass to create slipstreams of air and in so doing allow riders to save energy. Typically riders take it in turn to lead from the front to optimise speed however this in itself can lead to jostling and high speed crashes – fortunately we steered clear of these thanks to a smidgeon of courage, communication, nerve and good peripheral vision! The first 60 miles was all about jumping on and off passing peleton’s as one found a speed that suited each rider. What was clear was the energy saved or expunged on the flat was critical when it came to the second and more difficult stage of the race. The art to this technique is never leading the peleton for long – there were times when one ditched one peleton, because it was going too slowly, only to find 5 minutes later you are unwittingly leading a new peleton, with dozens of “wheel suckers” taking a free ride at your expense!
Maintaining speed and saving energy was important however the difference between potentially finishing the race and not was governed by the intake of fuel to balance energy levels and keep the body going. We had all opted for easy access feed bags on the frame which carried gels, malt loafs, nuts and power bars ……anything that got the maximum carb/sugar load into us as quickly as possible to counter the calories lost during the race. Our on board computers (Garmin 303) showed how much energy the team riders used during the ride. This registered between 8-10,000 calories, the equivalent of 4 days worth of eating for the average male. The two feed stations allowed us to top up on certain essential foods but, more importantly, meant we could refill our water bottles – in total we drank between 4-5 litres during the race, a sure sign that our excess sweating was a pre-cursor to potential cramping or, more worryingly, led to a potential BONK, whereby the body effectively shuts down and you can go no further. Towards the end of the race one could see how this manifested itself with humiliating falls as the rider loose their orientation and balance.
Innocent obstacles soon became lethal hazards to all but the focused, as evidenced by the number of cyclists we passed spread eagle, sometimes motionless, at the side of the road. Gendarmes and course officials blew whistles frantically to warn the fast approaching peleton, however this still did not stop wheels clipping drain covers, pot holes or curbs leading to flat tyres and forced delay. One other common mistake was inflated tyres – at the outset and through the duration of the course one could here tyres bursting spectacularly sending its rider into momentary shock whilst working out what had happened.
After the second feed-stop and some 65 miles into the race we were faced by a heart stopping sign that signalled the second stage of the Etape. This read “24 km to the summit of the Col de Tourmalet”! We pushed forward into the mountain stage questioning whether the intense training, which involved over 200 miles cycling a week (much of it over hills) would carry us up and over this climb, which is steeped in Tour de France folklore. The first 4 miles was a relatively benign 4-5% climb. With a degree of foresight and basic mathematics it should not have come as a surprise that for each meter travelled below the total average ascent of 7.5%, simply meant a steeper section to haunt us later on in the climb. Now it is not the fact 7.5% average climbing is that difficult, not over 6-8 miles. But over 18 miles we moved into a brave new world and the battle was as much in the mind as it was in the legs and heart. As the rain continued to drop it intermingled with our sweat which dripped off our brows and noses synching perversely with the pedal rhythm. Our average speed over this section dropped dramatically to 6-8 mph and slower on the steep sections, with markers slowly counting down our progress.
Two miles from the summit we reached Le Mongie feed station, a great example of a false horizon as we had been told we could enjoy the final climb to the summit and take in the panoramic views. How wrong they were – the gloom descended, our wheels skidded on the sheep droppings, making our progress even slower on the tortuous 10% final climb to the summit. A kindly women was handing out newspapers 100 meters from the top – thinking what a bloody stupid thing to be doing we realised our mistake in not taking one as soon as we started our descent. Experienced riders, in addition to pulling on wind sheets, gloves, hats etc were stuffing the papers down there tops to give extra insulation for the 15 mile descent ahead.
We had all looked forward to this stage of the course – a chance to really pick up on our average speed, lean into the chicanes and enjoy the thrill and exhilaration as we wound our way towards the final and most difficult final climb……Hautacam. As the speed built up something strange happened to Tim. His bike began to wobble, so much so there was a genuine fear that a crash was inevitable. It was as if he had had a flat, although the wheels looked fine? His muddled thought process slowly worked out the problem – cold had set in and his body, shaking to the core, was simply reverberating down into the frame and wheels. The only way to deal with this was to drop to below 20mph, frozen hands struggling to maintain pressure on the brakes. This, added to the fact a lot of the riders bombed past at 40—50mph, making the descent a living nightmare with the real prospect of a high speed collisions to curtail the race. Some horrific stories were imparted at the end of the race which verified our fears – the descent in perfect conditions needs 100% focus, however in the cold and wet the need to maintain body warmth is critical so pack assuming the worst. Come what may a “devil may care” attitude helps!
With only 9 miles remaining one could sense the dread of the final climb…….HAUTACAM. Unlike Tormalet it is shorter, prettier and on the face of it less threatening. This again was another massive illusion. This final ascent was made all the more surreal by the noise and support of thousands of people at the side of the road as we passed through the village of……. whose clapping, whistling and cheering lifted our spirits and brought a lump to our throats. Through gritted teeth we put our heads down and went for it……at least for the first 500 meters! Thereafter the legend that is the Hautacam demonstrated why it is such a feared climb and features so heavily in the memoirs of the greats such as Lance Armstrong. It averages 10% along the 10 mile stretch – it is relentless and over the next 10 miles we guessed one in four cyclists would dismount and walk as cramp took hold or the bodies simply shut down with the effort. The Etappe Virgin team all made it up without walking, a fantastic testament to the hard work put in to training in the run up to the race. With only one road up the mountain the road was split in two, a lane up which measured no more than 3 meters and a similar width lane down for riders who had finished. This led to it own hazards as one overtook slower cyclists or those literally falling off there bikes. The slipstream for passing was on the left side of the lane, however the stronger cyclists would soon shout out “a droit!” warning you to pull in as they passed on the inside. On a number of occasions bikes who hogged this right of passage would simply be pushed aside, with expletives and obscenities then ensuing. Sometimes you were forced out into the opposite lane and one then had to dodge descending cyclists. 100% focus was still necessary if we were to finish this race!
At an average speed of 4-5 mph, barely above walking speed, we crossed the infamous cattle grid which signalled just two miles to the summit and the finish. Again maybe we had placed to much reliance on the stories that suggested the cattle grid signalled the end of the climb, and one could enjoy the final run in………this was B******ks. The last 2 miles was as hard as anything and because of the grey and wet cloud, our bodies were screaming out no more. As we crossed the finishing line and heard the bleep, that familiar pain associated with the end of any race, took a hold as we forced oxygen back in to our bodies. Kindly officials helped moved riders forward to collect their medals which now hung proudly around our soaked clothing. Pain gave way to euphoria and a whole range of emotions took over, the strongest of which being one of joy that we had completed what we set out to do six months prior, and raised over £20,000 in the process for Alzheimers Society.
Writing this a week on the Etappe Virgin team riders need to express a huge debt of gratitude to all those who sponsored us and allowed us to double our initial sponsorship target. All the well wishers kept us going when it perhaps was simpler to give up. A special thanks needs to go to our wives who granted us the many green cards which were required to complete our training programme and the race itself.
Now then, what do we do next year?
The prep work the night before paid dividends – there was no last minute panic as we changed and consumed our pre-prepared soaked high carb oats which would hopefully pull our bodies through the first part of the race.
As we entered the start point ( a series of eight holding pens, each housing 1000 cyclists!) it was difficult not to be intimidated by the cyclists on show, most of whom carried no body fat and sported shaven legs (what is that about!) – a phenomenal array of bikes were on show, each looking lighter and faster than our own. A few other odd things stood out – the average age was higher than we expected at c 35-40 years (this was reassuring!) - and a distinct lack of female riders (c 3%). The hour before the race was a long one and our aim was to keep our bodies well hydrated and warm. The tips given to us by previous seasoned Etapers turned out to be invaluable…. the old clothing we held (and had to discard) provided much needed warmth whilst a spare bottle of water meant we did not eat into our precious 1.25 litres of water carried on board the bike, needed to carry us 60 miles to the first feed station.
The constant drizzle became a wet cold blanket that enveloped everyone and the 7.10am signal for the start of the race was welcomed by all. Cries of “We’ve not come this far to fail” and “Pain is temporary - failure lasts forever….” went around as we slowly crossed the start line signified by an electronic bleep triggered by our ankle tracking device. A disturbing part of the hydration process suddenly dawned on Team Etape Virgins – we had only just crossed the start line and our bladders were already bursting! This was a theme of the next 7.5 – 8.5 hours as we all held off the inevitable in an effort to maintain average speed and keep up with your buddies. The start turned out to be a precarious and surprisingly dangerous part of the race, given the sheer volume of people being squeezed through the gate which was no more than 20 meters wide. Suddenly we broke out of the claustrophobic frenzy and we were away, fuelled by a mixture of adrenalin and fear at what lay ahead. We cried out to one another to keep close and we screamed through the wet wide roads of Pau. This is one of only a few races where the roads are completely shut down to traffic for the benefit of the riders, which made each and every rider feel priviledged and what makes the Etape du Tour such a special occasion.
The 104 miles of the Tour is best split into two distinct phases - the lowlands - and the mountains. The Lowlands involved a phenomenally quick ride broadly 60 miles from Pau, through the historic streets of Lourdes and to the start of the dreaded Tourmalet. As we sped through Pau, speeds of 25 mph on the flat were recorded and we averaged 22 mph over the first 25 miles. This phase of the ride involved an impressive 1000 meters of climbing, with two notable climbs of c 6-7% incline, each over 2-3 km. What is interesting is these climbs hardly register on any of the macho information guides handed out prior to the race, however for the uninitiated they formed a rude awakening to what lay ahead! Taking in the hills we still maintained high average speeds of between 18-20 mph.
The vehicle that allowed us to maintain these high speeds is “The Peleton”, the word for a group of cyclists (sometimes as many as 100) who use momentum and body mass to create slipstreams of air and in so doing allow riders to save energy. Typically riders take it in turn to lead from the front to optimise speed however this in itself can lead to jostling and high speed crashes – fortunately we steered clear of these thanks to a smidgeon of courage, communication, nerve and good peripheral vision! The first 60 miles was all about jumping on and off passing peleton’s as one found a speed that suited each rider. What was clear was the energy saved or expunged on the flat was critical when it came to the second and more difficult stage of the race. The art to this technique is never leading the peleton for long – there were times when one ditched one peleton, because it was going too slowly, only to find 5 minutes later you are unwittingly leading a new peleton, with dozens of “wheel suckers” taking a free ride at your expense!
Maintaining speed and saving energy was important however the difference between potentially finishing the race and not was governed by the intake of fuel to balance energy levels and keep the body going. We had all opted for easy access feed bags on the frame which carried gels, malt loafs, nuts and power bars ……anything that got the maximum carb/sugar load into us as quickly as possible to counter the calories lost during the race. Our on board computers (Garmin 303) showed how much energy the team riders used during the ride. This registered between 8-10,000 calories, the equivalent of 4 days worth of eating for the average male. The two feed stations allowed us to top up on certain essential foods but, more importantly, meant we could refill our water bottles – in total we drank between 4-5 litres during the race, a sure sign that our excess sweating was a pre-cursor to potential cramping or, more worryingly, led to a potential BONK, whereby the body effectively shuts down and you can go no further. Towards the end of the race one could see how this manifested itself with humiliating falls as the rider loose their orientation and balance.
Innocent obstacles soon became lethal hazards to all but the focused, as evidenced by the number of cyclists we passed spread eagle, sometimes motionless, at the side of the road. Gendarmes and course officials blew whistles frantically to warn the fast approaching peleton, however this still did not stop wheels clipping drain covers, pot holes or curbs leading to flat tyres and forced delay. One other common mistake was inflated tyres – at the outset and through the duration of the course one could here tyres bursting spectacularly sending its rider into momentary shock whilst working out what had happened.
After the second feed-stop and some 65 miles into the race we were faced by a heart stopping sign that signalled the second stage of the Etape. This read “24 km to the summit of the Col de Tourmalet”! We pushed forward into the mountain stage questioning whether the intense training, which involved over 200 miles cycling a week (much of it over hills) would carry us up and over this climb, which is steeped in Tour de France folklore. The first 4 miles was a relatively benign 4-5% climb. With a degree of foresight and basic mathematics it should not have come as a surprise that for each meter travelled below the total average ascent of 7.5%, simply meant a steeper section to haunt us later on in the climb. Now it is not the fact 7.5% average climbing is that difficult, not over 6-8 miles. But over 18 miles we moved into a brave new world and the battle was as much in the mind as it was in the legs and heart. As the rain continued to drop it intermingled with our sweat which dripped off our brows and noses synching perversely with the pedal rhythm. Our average speed over this section dropped dramatically to 6-8 mph and slower on the steep sections, with markers slowly counting down our progress.
Two miles from the summit we reached Le Mongie feed station, a great example of a false horizon as we had been told we could enjoy the final climb to the summit and take in the panoramic views. How wrong they were – the gloom descended, our wheels skidded on the sheep droppings, making our progress even slower on the tortuous 10% final climb to the summit. A kindly women was handing out newspapers 100 meters from the top – thinking what a bloody stupid thing to be doing we realised our mistake in not taking one as soon as we started our descent. Experienced riders, in addition to pulling on wind sheets, gloves, hats etc were stuffing the papers down there tops to give extra insulation for the 15 mile descent ahead.
We had all looked forward to this stage of the course – a chance to really pick up on our average speed, lean into the chicanes and enjoy the thrill and exhilaration as we wound our way towards the final and most difficult final climb……Hautacam. As the speed built up something strange happened to Tim. His bike began to wobble, so much so there was a genuine fear that a crash was inevitable. It was as if he had had a flat, although the wheels looked fine? His muddled thought process slowly worked out the problem – cold had set in and his body, shaking to the core, was simply reverberating down into the frame and wheels. The only way to deal with this was to drop to below 20mph, frozen hands struggling to maintain pressure on the brakes. This, added to the fact a lot of the riders bombed past at 40—50mph, making the descent a living nightmare with the real prospect of a high speed collisions to curtail the race. Some horrific stories were imparted at the end of the race which verified our fears – the descent in perfect conditions needs 100% focus, however in the cold and wet the need to maintain body warmth is critical so pack assuming the worst. Come what may a “devil may care” attitude helps!
With only 9 miles remaining one could sense the dread of the final climb…….HAUTACAM. Unlike Tormalet it is shorter, prettier and on the face of it less threatening. This again was another massive illusion. This final ascent was made all the more surreal by the noise and support of thousands of people at the side of the road as we passed through the village of……. whose clapping, whistling and cheering lifted our spirits and brought a lump to our throats. Through gritted teeth we put our heads down and went for it……at least for the first 500 meters! Thereafter the legend that is the Hautacam demonstrated why it is such a feared climb and features so heavily in the memoirs of the greats such as Lance Armstrong. It averages 10% along the 10 mile stretch – it is relentless and over the next 10 miles we guessed one in four cyclists would dismount and walk as cramp took hold or the bodies simply shut down with the effort. The Etappe Virgin team all made it up without walking, a fantastic testament to the hard work put in to training in the run up to the race. With only one road up the mountain the road was split in two, a lane up which measured no more than 3 meters and a similar width lane down for riders who had finished. This led to it own hazards as one overtook slower cyclists or those literally falling off there bikes. The slipstream for passing was on the left side of the lane, however the stronger cyclists would soon shout out “a droit!” warning you to pull in as they passed on the inside. On a number of occasions bikes who hogged this right of passage would simply be pushed aside, with expletives and obscenities then ensuing. Sometimes you were forced out into the opposite lane and one then had to dodge descending cyclists. 100% focus was still necessary if we were to finish this race!
At an average speed of 4-5 mph, barely above walking speed, we crossed the infamous cattle grid which signalled just two miles to the summit and the finish. Again maybe we had placed to much reliance on the stories that suggested the cattle grid signalled the end of the climb, and one could enjoy the final run in………this was B******ks. The last 2 miles was as hard as anything and because of the grey and wet cloud, our bodies were screaming out no more. As we crossed the finishing line and heard the bleep, that familiar pain associated with the end of any race, took a hold as we forced oxygen back in to our bodies. Kindly officials helped moved riders forward to collect their medals which now hung proudly around our soaked clothing. Pain gave way to euphoria and a whole range of emotions took over, the strongest of which being one of joy that we had completed what we set out to do six months prior, and raised over £20,000 in the process for Alzheimers Society.
Writing this a week on the Etappe Virgin team riders need to express a huge debt of gratitude to all those who sponsored us and allowed us to double our initial sponsorship target. All the well wishers kept us going when it perhaps was simpler to give up. A special thanks needs to go to our wives who granted us the many green cards which were required to complete our training programme and the race itself.
Now then, what do we do next year?
Thursday, 10 July 2008
How to descend in style!
When it was 35C on the Friday and the chaps from Cyclefit all told us to dress for a winter ride, we weren't sure if they were serious initially. However being reminded that if it was 15C in Pau, it would only be 4-5C at the top of the Tourmalet and wet too. They recommended we get hold of some latex gloves as easy-to-carry extra protection for cold hands on the descent. The only thing the local Spar had was pink marigolds, which I sported with pride as I sped down the far side of the Tourmalet. You may just be able to tell in the photo!
Ode to the Etape du Tour 2008
It’s 2007, early November
The date I can still remember
A nice little bike ride in July
Was William’s idea of what we should try
Within days the stakes were rising
With all involved, it’s hardly surprising
London to Paris, now there’s a thought
“Too easy” was the retort
A stage of the Tour de France
A once in a lifetime chance
The event is known as the “Etape du Tour”
105 miles, no less, no more.
Early on we’d train with a 40 mile run
The weather meant it was never fun
But weather is weather, and if men are men
You have to train, again and again
So, as the weeks went by the training got tough
We never said we’d had enough
Any hill we’d ride up several times
To get in shape for the brutal climbs
The Etape, for those that know
Is for the amateur and not the pro
11,000 feet of height gain
Get up that, and you’ll feel the pain
In March and April, the training got harder
Having to cut out all the lager
The weather got better, the laughter more hearty
Back to the Nero, and a café latté
The Nero girls were ladies of leisure
And all of our gear gave them hours of pleasure
But more important than the girls of our dream
Was what the Garmin said, of where we’d been
In training, long rides became longer
Calves and thighs becoming ever stronger
Fitness rising, heart rates falling
Not succeeding, that would be galling
We’d ride Hemel, Tring and Dunstable Downs
Literally all of the surrounding towns
A fifteen percent climb up Bison Hill
Was the ultimate test of Berry’s will
April and May, 8 hour rides now the norm
Take Wendover Woods and Whiteloaf Hill by storm
The route designed by “Simon the Map”
Determined we complete the bloody Etape
Saturday mornings, out at seven, up at six
Muesli and bagels, the ideal mix
Carbo loading, that’s the key
Loads of water and a regular wee
The Chiltern Hundred, the last big training
At the start it’s cold, and it’s also raining
The early pace is furious and fast
Come the first hill, Berry is last
But over the top, he soon comes back
Draws a breath and launches an attack
Happy faces for all, at the end of the race
Everyone set a helluva pace
The bike itself is key to succeed
New chain sets now the common need
On the front, maybe a fifty, thirty-four
On the back, twelve, twenty-seven (or even more)
Tyres and inner tubes important to sort
Hours and hours of serious thought
Continentals and Michelins rarely blow
Was the common advice of those that know
Energy bars, malt loaf and loads of nuts
That’s the food to fill your guts
Lucozade and water to make you hydrate
Take it on, before it’s too late
As the day approaches, clothing’s the worry
Back to the cycle shop, in a hurry
New gloves, new shirts, to meet a passion
Little red booties, they’re the fashion!
The weather was now a major concern
We’d all need lotion to stop the burn
Down in Pau, it was close to Spain
Little or no chance, we’d ever see rain
Two cars, seven bikes and six men
Stop around Rouen at half past ten
Friday’s journey came and went
Before you know it, we’re at the event
Out in the country, we’ve arranged to meet
No address, but it’s definitely a gîte
Bubble wrap off, and needed no more
The bikes are out with punctures galore
The Mercure in one hour, is where we’d meet
Bread and pasta was what to eat
The final night and one last beer
Everyone nervous now that we’re here
Saturday morning we’re up at eight
Down to breakfast before it’s too late
Loads of carbo, muesli and fruit
Then 20 kilometres along the route
Saturday night it’s early to bed
Thoughts are spinning around your head
Thunder and lightening at three in the morning
For the day ahead, it’s just a warning
Nine thousand people on the starting line
Into pens, one thousand at a time
Rain and rain, drizzle and drizzle
You can hardly see through the mizzle
The road to Rebenac goes on and on
Get at the back of the peloton
“Grimpeurs” and suckers” are part of the play
Do what you need to survive the day
On to Lay and the Labatmale climb
Averaging well, but check the time
The broom wagon cometh, it’s all you know
So pedal and pedal, and don’t go slow
Lourdes is next, a holy shrine
The banana I see is definitely mine
Pit stop, fuel stop – all that stuff
Fill your bottles and get enough
So, off we went to the Tourmalet
“Legendary status” is what they all say
Sainte Marie de Campan, that’s the start
160 beats a minute, for many a heart
You chug and choke for 17k
An abiding memory of the day
Two hours of non-stop pain
Fifteen hundred metres of total gain
Past La Mongie, another stop
One last climb to the very top
Put on your coat to stop the chill
Next hour is all downhill
From here it’s a long and fast descend
Go too fast, you’ll miss the bend
Your feet are numb and hands are cold
The handlebars are hard to hold
You’re feeling tired but still alive
The Hautecam would be no easy drive
But 13k in the pouring rain
With an 8% incline is surely insane
But the cattle grid’s here, it marks the end
Crowds at the finish around the bend
You’ve pushed your body – it’s guts and glory
For ever now, you’ve got your story
So, what a memory to take through life
Thanks to our kids and ‘specially the wives
Reaching the end ‘it’s awesome’ we say
Never forget a wonderful day.
Andy M Jul 08
The date I can still remember
A nice little bike ride in July
Was William’s idea of what we should try
Within days the stakes were rising
With all involved, it’s hardly surprising
London to Paris, now there’s a thought
“Too easy” was the retort
A stage of the Tour de France
A once in a lifetime chance
The event is known as the “Etape du Tour”
105 miles, no less, no more.
Early on we’d train with a 40 mile run
The weather meant it was never fun
But weather is weather, and if men are men
You have to train, again and again
So, as the weeks went by the training got tough
We never said we’d had enough
Any hill we’d ride up several times
To get in shape for the brutal climbs
The Etape, for those that know
Is for the amateur and not the pro
11,000 feet of height gain
Get up that, and you’ll feel the pain
In March and April, the training got harder
Having to cut out all the lager
The weather got better, the laughter more hearty
Back to the Nero, and a café latté
The Nero girls were ladies of leisure
And all of our gear gave them hours of pleasure
But more important than the girls of our dream
Was what the Garmin said, of where we’d been
In training, long rides became longer
Calves and thighs becoming ever stronger
Fitness rising, heart rates falling
Not succeeding, that would be galling
We’d ride Hemel, Tring and Dunstable Downs
Literally all of the surrounding towns
A fifteen percent climb up Bison Hill
Was the ultimate test of Berry’s will
April and May, 8 hour rides now the norm
Take Wendover Woods and Whiteloaf Hill by storm
The route designed by “Simon the Map”
Determined we complete the bloody Etape
Saturday mornings, out at seven, up at six
Muesli and bagels, the ideal mix
Carbo loading, that’s the key
Loads of water and a regular wee
The Chiltern Hundred, the last big training
At the start it’s cold, and it’s also raining
The early pace is furious and fast
Come the first hill, Berry is last
But over the top, he soon comes back
Draws a breath and launches an attack
Happy faces for all, at the end of the race
Everyone set a helluva pace
The bike itself is key to succeed
New chain sets now the common need
On the front, maybe a fifty, thirty-four
On the back, twelve, twenty-seven (or even more)
Tyres and inner tubes important to sort
Hours and hours of serious thought
Continentals and Michelins rarely blow
Was the common advice of those that know
Energy bars, malt loaf and loads of nuts
That’s the food to fill your guts
Lucozade and water to make you hydrate
Take it on, before it’s too late
As the day approaches, clothing’s the worry
Back to the cycle shop, in a hurry
New gloves, new shirts, to meet a passion
Little red booties, they’re the fashion!
The weather was now a major concern
We’d all need lotion to stop the burn
Down in Pau, it was close to Spain
Little or no chance, we’d ever see rain
Two cars, seven bikes and six men
Stop around Rouen at half past ten
Friday’s journey came and went
Before you know it, we’re at the event
Out in the country, we’ve arranged to meet
No address, but it’s definitely a gîte
Bubble wrap off, and needed no more
The bikes are out with punctures galore
The Mercure in one hour, is where we’d meet
Bread and pasta was what to eat
The final night and one last beer
Everyone nervous now that we’re here
Saturday morning we’re up at eight
Down to breakfast before it’s too late
Loads of carbo, muesli and fruit
Then 20 kilometres along the route
Saturday night it’s early to bed
Thoughts are spinning around your head
Thunder and lightening at three in the morning
For the day ahead, it’s just a warning
Nine thousand people on the starting line
Into pens, one thousand at a time
Rain and rain, drizzle and drizzle
You can hardly see through the mizzle
The road to Rebenac goes on and on
Get at the back of the peloton
“Grimpeurs” and suckers” are part of the play
Do what you need to survive the day
On to Lay and the Labatmale climb
Averaging well, but check the time
The broom wagon cometh, it’s all you know
So pedal and pedal, and don’t go slow
Lourdes is next, a holy shrine
The banana I see is definitely mine
Pit stop, fuel stop – all that stuff
Fill your bottles and get enough
So, off we went to the Tourmalet
“Legendary status” is what they all say
Sainte Marie de Campan, that’s the start
160 beats a minute, for many a heart
You chug and choke for 17k
An abiding memory of the day
Two hours of non-stop pain
Fifteen hundred metres of total gain
Past La Mongie, another stop
One last climb to the very top
Put on your coat to stop the chill
Next hour is all downhill
From here it’s a long and fast descend
Go too fast, you’ll miss the bend
Your feet are numb and hands are cold
The handlebars are hard to hold
You’re feeling tired but still alive
The Hautecam would be no easy drive
But 13k in the pouring rain
With an 8% incline is surely insane
But the cattle grid’s here, it marks the end
Crowds at the finish around the bend
You’ve pushed your body – it’s guts and glory
For ever now, you’ve got your story
So, what a memory to take through life
Thanks to our kids and ‘specially the wives
Reaching the end ‘it’s awesome’ we say
Never forget a wonderful day.
Andy M Jul 08
Wednesday, 9 July 2008
We all did it!
We know Mike keeps telling us it wasn't a race, it's a sportive, but for those interested the results from the official web site are:Andy C 7:42:10
Paul 7:45:08
Andy M 7:45:14
Tim 7:47:19
Martin 7:52:37
Robin 8:10:42
Simon 8:28:50
Nick 8:29:14
Craig 8:40:34
Mike 8:48:39
Of the supposed 8,500 entrants (of which we think 7,500 turned up) only 6,178 finished the rest were eliminated, but that did not include any of our group of immediate friends. There will be more stories of the day to come, including we hope a poem from Andy M. Our yellow jersey goes to Andy C who turned a 45 minute deficit in the Chiltern 100 into a fantastic win storming up the cols.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
What not to wear?
Well this is the final entry before the big day. We are traveling down by car on Thursday evening, staying overnight somewhere near Paris, with the aim of being in the vicinity of Pau on Friday night, so we can be in the town early on Saturday.
My ankle is much improved and based on a few short rides (max of 40 miles) there does not appear to be a problem, thank goodness I was not training for a marathon because running would have been impossible.
We are all wearing the Foska England shirt for the event, so please say hello if you spot us, are numbers are:
- Paul H 3788
- Andy C 3792
- Tim 4945
- Mike 4969
- Craig 4970
- Simon 4976
- Andy M 6176
- Robin 7165
Monday, 23 June 2008
Etape 2008 tips from down under
Andy C forwarded a few useful tips from an Aussie he was cycling in Wales with and has did the Etape last year :
i) Take an old fleece or jumper to the start which can be thrown away. It can be very cold first thing and from lining up in the queue (half an hour before the gun) to starting to pedal (half an hour after the gun) it took them an hour of standing around with their bikes. Lots of the locals were ready for this and just chucked their old jumpers in a pile - Richard got very cold and it took him a long time to warm up the muscles again despite doing a short early morning warm up ride.
ii) Likewise with water bottles - the locals took two on their bikes and had one for the hour delay which they sipped and chucked before pedalling.
iii) This chap was the first person to show him the quickest way to change a tube. Andy was doing 5 - 6 mins at best. He got me down to 3 mins after a bit of practice. The pros do it in two apparently, but then they just replace the whole wheel!
Apparently the process involved cannisters which do have their drawbacks, particularly if you have a few punctures and run out of cannisters.
i) Take an old fleece or jumper to the start which can be thrown away. It can be very cold first thing and from lining up in the queue (half an hour before the gun) to starting to pedal (half an hour after the gun) it took them an hour of standing around with their bikes. Lots of the locals were ready for this and just chucked their old jumpers in a pile - Richard got very cold and it took him a long time to warm up the muscles again despite doing a short early morning warm up ride.
ii) Likewise with water bottles - the locals took two on their bikes and had one for the hour delay which they sipped and chucked before pedalling.
iii) This chap was the first person to show him the quickest way to change a tube. Andy was doing 5 - 6 mins at best. He got me down to 3 mins after a bit of practice. The pros do it in two apparently, but then they just replace the whole wheel!
Apparently the process involved cannisters which do have their drawbacks, particularly if you have a few punctures and run out of cannisters.
Sunday, 22 June 2008
Not what the doctor ordered
We went to a great party last night, a little too great and I didn't take the advice from the Rapha presentation a couple of weeks ago i.e. don't go and do anything unusal, but I didn't think that included dancing round a Swedish flower pole at a midsummer night party.Result: a twisted ankle and only 2 weeks to go, ahhhhhhhh!
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Etape gradients and distance calculations
The spreadsheet data below is taken from the Datameister's Mapmyride Etape 2008 route and gives a breakdown of the gradient roughly every 1/3 km and an estimate of the total ascent, this is bit more than the Mapmyride estimate, I don't know why given I am using exactly the same source data.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Chiltern 100
We haven’t had much of a training update over the last few weeks, but as summer has arrived so have various family commitments, so there have been fewer larger group rides, but individually we have been increasing the distances and climbing involved via sorties out deeper into the Chilterns.Our first real benchmark test of our fitness came this weekend with the Chiltern 100 sportive, a 105 mile loop starting from Great Missenden involving 2620m of climbing. Depending on what you read, this is only about 650m less than in the Etape. To make a crude comparison, if we were to add on an extra 5.2 miles to the Chiltern 100 at a gradient of 8%, this would account for the additional 650m. So if we assume we can make just 4 mph at the end of the Etape, this would mean we have to add on an additional 1:20 to whatever time we might achieve in the Chiltern 100 to gain some sort of comparison. The broom wagon completes the Etape in 9 hrs 40 mins, so the minimum target for Sunday was 8 hrs 20 mins.
So back to the actual day, alarms went off around 0545 (another good piece of training for the big day) and 5 of us left Harpenden at 0630. This allowed us to park in the Great Missenden school car park where the event started. We quickly registered and were in the second wave to leave at 0805. The weather was not great to start with and many people setting off with rain jackets on. However it was not cold and the rain stopped within the first hour. Given this was a quasi competitive event, the adrenaline was flowing and we set off at a pace way above our normal longer training rides, we were averaging 18mph for the first couple hours, even though they included 4 biggish climbs. However we soon came to realise this was the flattest part of the course.
The first feed station was slightly too early on for my liking at about 36 miles, but I refilled a water bottle had a bite to eat and quickly carried on. So far I had kept up well with the bunch but could feel the pace might be too tough for me to sustain. And so it proved, at 40mph there was a long climb and I lost contact with the leading group. I tried hard at the top to catch up, but I was not to see Tim and Andy again until the finish.
The section from 40 to 80 miles was particularly tough, there were virtually no flat sections at the bottom of each descent, just straight up again and some of the climbs tipped 20% in places. In particular the climb out of Chinnor up to the last feed station at 72 miles was tough.
Thereafter there were still 5 more climbs of any note, but none were quite the same challenge. At the final feed station I caught up with Robin and two of his friends and whilst they left a minute or so before me, I managed to catch Robin 15 minutes later at the top of climb 16, who had been dropped by his friends. We cycled together for 15 minutes then I lost him on a descent, so I spent the last 20 miles mostly on my own. Using the route I had found on Mapmyride, I had added some message markers that counted the tops of each of the climbs. I found this quite motivating towards the end as it went from 4 to 3 to 2 and then just the final climb. I think I got the drink and food about right as I felt I had something left in the tank to push hard on the final flatish/down hill 3 miles into Gt Missenden, average well over 20mph. The last hour or so I was also conscious that I might well beat 7 hours so I did push this last section.
So how did we do (Now available on the Chiltern 100 results page):
• 06:27:34 Andy M
• 06:31:46 Tim W
• 06:48:12 Brett I
• 06:48:13 John G
• 06:48:16 Simon W
• 06:49:05 Robin H
• 06:57:19 Craig
• 07:10:16 Andy C
• 07:13:15 Mike
• 07:57:05 Michael M
• 07:57:06 Paul M
So, I think we all did well, nearly every member of the team got a bronze award and the first six all got silver awards. As a team we narrowly missed an overall gold award. Also, if my estimates are anything like correct on the comparison, then we should all avoid the dreaded broom wagon. Also against my time for the British Sportive last year of 7:24 (117 miles and only 2000m of climbing) this was a great improvement.
The route takes you through some lovely villages and country-side, I would thoroughly recommend this sportive to anyone. The organization was good too and on behalf of those who took part, I would like to thank all the organisers (Chiltern 100 web site).
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
Craig rides the Archer GP
With the Etape rapidly approaching, I realised I needed a proper test of my fitness. So last Sunday I took part in the Archer GP Chiltern Classic, a 104-mile CycloSportive held as a substitute for the National level race of the same name, that has sadly been prevented from taking place this year by the Police.
The ride comprised of an initial short loop, before returning to Hazlemere, then two circuits of an 11 mile loop (featuring Whiteleaf hill – 25% in places), finishing with a much longer loop taking the rider out towards Tring, back down to Chesham, Prestwood then back to HQ. The long section near Tring was particularly interesting, featuring some very tight and rough country lanes, nasty steep climbs, and technical descents. I’m not sure of the overall climb as I’m not a member of the Garmin club, but I think it was around the 2,000m mark.
After a good start and middle section, I started to really suffer after the last feed point feeling both nauseous and de-hydrated, so unfortunately my finish time took a bit of a hit as I took my foot off the gas quite a lot. Still I finished in the 3rd quarter of people doing the longer ride, which is about where I expected to be given how serious most of my fellow riders looked, and an overall time of 7:01.
After a good start and middle section, I started to really suffer after the last feed point feeling both nauseous and de-hydrated, so unfortunately my finish time took a bit of a hit as I took my foot off the gas quite a lot. Still I finished in the 3rd quarter of people doing the longer ride, which is about where I expected to be given how serious most of my fellow riders looked, and an overall time of 7:01.My lessons learned were:
- Never attempt anything greater than 10% without a compact chainset again
- SIS is too sweet to drink in any quantity to keep hydrated sufficiently. Will now keep one bottle of plain water to drink regularly, with a separate bottle of concentrated sports drink for salts etc.
- High-5 gels don’t agree with my stomach at all.
- Never attempt anything greater than 10% without a compact chainset again
- SIS is too sweet to drink in any quantity to keep hydrated sufficiently. Will now keep one bottle of plain water to drink regularly, with a separate bottle of concentrated sports drink for salts etc.
- High-5 gels don’t agree with my stomach at all.
It was also a highly emotional day, as after 4 years faithful service, it was my last ride on the Bianchi SL3 in its current form. As soon as I got home, I dismantled it and sent the components down to Sussex to be added to my new Enigma Esprit I’m collecting on Saturday. Bring it on!!!
Monday, 12 May 2008
Ahead of the Giro, EVs hit the Dolomites
Paul, Tim, Nick & Robin joined by 7 other intrepid cyclists spent the weekend in Lake Garda and took on some of the local climbs that are similar in challenge to Tourmalet/ Hautecam.They were guided by Eros Poli (left image). A native of Verona, Italy, Eros Poli is best remembered for his 1994 Tour de France stage 15 win of Mont Ventoux after a 106 mile solo escape. Eros, at 6 feet 4 inches and 187 pounds, was not a prospect to win one of the most difficult and famous climbs in the Tour de France. He escaped, however, from the peloton very early on and, under conditions of searing heat, arrived at the base of Mont Ventoux with a 22 minute lead. Steadily, the chase pack of climbers began taking back time. Arriving at the final 300 meters of the climb where the grade is 11% the lead had dwindled to 4 minutes. Eros survived Mont Ventoux and then hammered the descent to arrive in Carpentras to an incredible win by 3 minutes and 39 seconds ahead of Pantani and Virenque. His escape and victory earned him the nickname “Monsieur Mont Ventoux”.
Eros is now 45 years old and weighs 224 pounds (16 stone) and is proof that if you have legs like tree trunks and the heart of a racehorse you can still ride like fury and pulled our peleton along at a steady 22-25 mph into a headwind and was still first up the mountains.
For the weekend the 2 main climbs were Sduddzina and Santa Barbara which are each 11km rides with Sdruzzina averaging 10% averaging 9%. The yellow jersey for each climb amongst the etape virgin team went to Paul although if Tim could have avoided his puncture on Sdruzzina and avoided dropping his chain twice on Santa Barbara he would have been able to put on a better challenge. Paul’s time for Sdruzzina was 1 hour 16 mins and about 1 hour 6 min for Santa Barbara. So speed was fine but the relentless climb was exhausting and there was no way we could have done a second climb at that pace/ at all as we need to in the etape.
A fantastic weekend and thanks to Robin for organising it. I don’t think there’s anything to replace the experience/ training of a real 1,000m+ mountain ascent.
New kit
Robin has gone for the total pimp option of a de rosa king although the 900g frame was not enough to offset other weight handicaps but there’s 8 weeks of dieting to go.
Other activity over 10/11 May weekend
So whilst Tim and Paul were flying out to Milan, I was stuck there waiting for his plane back, after a couple of days in the Bergamo area on some client work. I should have taken my bike out and joined Tim and Paul. The Easyjet plane I was scheduled to get, was supposed to get me back to Gatwick at 1020, it eventually got me back at 0400. I rolled into bed at 0515 the same time I had got up the week before for our 100 mile effort. In fairness to Easyjet its plane was diverted twice. Firstly, on its way to Gatwick (prior to its journey out to Malpensa), it had to land at Bournemouth as the runway had been temporarily closed. When they eventually landed at Gatwick, a replacement crew had to be found as the original team had gone beyond their HSE working hours. When they eventually left for Malpensa, a jet had a blow out on the runway as my plane was queuing to land, leading it t be diverted to Bergamo. Finally, the plane regurgitated its passengers from London at 0230.
Given all this, I was not up for much cycling on Saturday. This left Andy mostly on his own, who managed 112 miles and 8000 ft of climbing, joined by Mike for the final 40 miles, who had been on the red-eye back from New York. I finally got out for 3 hours on Sunday morning from 0800 avoiding the really hot weather. Andy came out again and whilst he said he was tired, he put in a storming performance considering the previous day’s efforts and a dose of uncomfortable saddle soreness. I pushed pretty hard over the last 15 miles and was pleased to catch a few cyclists along the way.
Given all this, I was not up for much cycling on Saturday. This left Andy mostly on his own, who managed 112 miles and 8000 ft of climbing, joined by Mike for the final 40 miles, who had been on the red-eye back from New York. I finally got out for 3 hours on Sunday morning from 0800 avoiding the really hot weather. Andy came out again and whilst he said he was tired, he put in a storming performance considering the previous day’s efforts and a dose of uncomfortable saddle soreness. I pushed pretty hard over the last 15 miles and was pleased to catch a few cyclists along the way.
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
Personal bests
Whilst last week’s Wednesday evening ride was a washout, the pervious week was a lovely warm evening. Five of us set out to cover a time trial-ish 26 mile route via Markyate, Whipsnade, Studham, Gaddesden Row, Redbourn and St Albans. The route is far from flat with over a 1000ft of climbing, but three of us stormed round enabling me to record a personal best for this route of 1hr 14min or 20.3mph. Craig, Tim and I did work well as a team and stuck together until we dropped Tim on the rise out of St Albans and I just got clear of Tim in the last 2 miles. This was clear proof to me that the Etape training has been worth it and I am improving.
Andy C, Paul and Tim all entered the Kimpton 10k fun run this weekend and they also recorded best times, showing that the cardio benefits from our cycle training have had a spin-off on other disciplines too (and this is a group who has all competed in the London Triathlon more than once):
• Tim W – 39 min 35 sec (Improvement of 1 min 20 sec)
• Paul H – 41 mins (Improvement of many minutes – approx 4!)
• Andy Cole – I think was c.45mins (Improvement of c 2 min).
Andy C, Paul and Tim all entered the Kimpton 10k fun run this weekend and they also recorded best times, showing that the cardio benefits from our cycle training have had a spin-off on other disciplines too (and this is a group who has all competed in the London Triathlon more than once):
• Tim W – 39 min 35 sec (Improvement of 1 min 20 sec)
• Paul H – 41 mins (Improvement of many minutes – approx 4!)
• Andy Cole – I think was c.45mins (Improvement of c 2 min).
The Harpenden Hundred
With the added confidence of last week’s navigation of the Chilterns, I plotted an even longer and more hilly route this weekend. As a couple of the team had to get back by lunch time, I was encouraged, against my natural instincts, to rise at 0515 for an 0600 start. As the weather was predicted to hit 20c, we all turned out in summer gear and quickly regretted it. Whilst there was little breeze the air temperate must have been well less than 10c, so toes and fingers were numb until at least 0800. However, it was fantastic to be out in the quiet of the early morning with very few cars. The route took in some great new climbs, one out of the centre of Tring called Hastoe Hill, one from Monks Risborough up Peters Lane and the best from Chinnor up Chinnor Hill. I can’t remember quiet where we were now, but we also found the steepest section we have encountered locally somewhere just over half way were the gradient touched 28%. Even in a 34x27 I had to get out of the saddle and was wobbling a little to make it to the top.
We had set out as a team of five: Andy M, Tim, Paul, Mike and myself. On the way we ended picking up three others, Andy C, Robin and a newcomer to us, Mike. Mike looked particularly impressive, not an ounce of fat anywhere and mean looking long legs that cruised up the climbs with ease. Unfortunately Mike’s new machine let him down when the main bolt in the crank came loose and no-one had a big enough allen key. This left six of us to complete the route.
I need to add a note of caution regarding the use of the Garmin when plotting courses. When we reached Chartridge, I was looking for a right turn to take us across to Bellingdon, however this ended up being a less than roadworthy footpath. If we hadn’t had Andy C in the team we would really have been stuck as none of us knew the area and all the Garmin has is a little black line that shows you the way home. Once you stray off this, you are on your own. I guess Garmin would be encouraging us to upgrade to the 705 which has proper maps (;-)
Andy took us on a detour back via Chesham, Botley and Bovingdon, getting us back to Harpenden just before 1400, an average for me of just over 14mph for 100 miles and 7600ft of climbing. Unlike the boring >8000 ft 100 mile route, this time I still had power in my legs to storm up the final hill from Redbourn. This is either due to additional training or, more likely I think, better hydration and food in take throughout the ride. This certainly made me feel better that I hopefully won’t bonk on the the final few kms of the Etape up to Hautacam.
We had set out as a team of five: Andy M, Tim, Paul, Mike and myself. On the way we ended picking up three others, Andy C, Robin and a newcomer to us, Mike. Mike looked particularly impressive, not an ounce of fat anywhere and mean looking long legs that cruised up the climbs with ease. Unfortunately Mike’s new machine let him down when the main bolt in the crank came loose and no-one had a big enough allen key. This left six of us to complete the route.
I need to add a note of caution regarding the use of the Garmin when plotting courses. When we reached Chartridge, I was looking for a right turn to take us across to Bellingdon, however this ended up being a less than roadworthy footpath. If we hadn’t had Andy C in the team we would really have been stuck as none of us knew the area and all the Garmin has is a little black line that shows you the way home. Once you stray off this, you are on your own. I guess Garmin would be encouraging us to upgrade to the 705 which has proper maps (;-)
Andy took us on a detour back via Chesham, Botley and Bovingdon, getting us back to Harpenden just before 1400, an average for me of just over 14mph for 100 miles and 7600ft of climbing. Unlike the boring >8000 ft 100 mile route, this time I still had power in my legs to storm up the final hill from Redbourn. This is either due to additional training or, more likely I think, better hydration and food in take throughout the ride. This certainly made me feel better that I hopefully won’t bonk on the the final few kms of the Etape up to Hautacam.
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
When the Garmin 305 really became useful
Anyway what a difference a week makes in terms of sun and in our case a completely new ride. For the first time, I managed to plot a route on one of the many Google map mash-up sites which allows you to create a Garmin course, then upload this via the Training Centre software into my Garmin. Using the course function in map mode, I then just had to make sure the triangle stayed over the black line that represented our route. This bit of technology allowed to cycle a route we had never been on before, avoiding A roads for over 7 miles with only a couple of minor wrong turns that we spotted within 50m of the mistake. Once the course was uploaded, it really was a doddle to follow. I now have the confidence that I could use this pretty much anywhere so more interesting routes will definitely be on the cards. I will add a blog for those interested that explains how I did it. Whilst the Garmin has been a useful training aid, this “sat nav-like” functionality is what I originally thought it could do. I originally bought OS mapping software that used Waypoints for creating routes rather than courses and I discovered you could only create a route with something like 80 way points, which is not much use if you are on a complicated 70 miler. A course somehow records direction as you would expect as a continuous line that you just have to follow. I will add another entry that explains how I did it if you haven’t discovered this really useful function.
Here is a link to the route we followed, the climb from Aston Clinton past Chiltern Forest was a particularly good find, not as long or as much climbing as Box Hill in Surrey but at around 1.3 miles and 450 ft, compared to 2.5 miles and 525 ft, it is steeper.
Here is a link to the route we followed, the climb from Aston Clinton past Chiltern Forest was a particularly good find, not as long or as much climbing as Box Hill in Surrey but at around 1.3 miles and 450 ft, compared to 2.5 miles and 525 ft, it is steeper.
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