225 miles in the week ... and a puncture

I suppose it is inevitable that, if you cycle several thousand miles a year, then you are bound to get a puncture from time to time. I have to say that I have been very fortunate in the past. I can't remember having one more than a mile or two from home. So today was a first.

This was the last chance I had of a long ride before the 'real' event starting a week on Monday. The forecast was not too promising, but it did predict no rain. And that promise was kept. So an early start to get to Christchurch for the 8:30 departure to Sherfield English with the CTC group. 6 of us this week and we made a prompt start. With the benefit of a tail breeze and some of the more speedy members of the group, we quickly arrived at the bottom of Red Shoot hill. This hill goes up in a series of short climbs with little downhills in between. It always seems a waste that, having made some altitude gain, you then go down - but that is the way it works.

So we made the tea break in good time. Decision time. It had to be beans on toast. And when I say 'toast', don't imagine the thin sliced loaves from Sainsbury's - think of the doorstep slices that you migh expect on a farm holiday in the middle of the Yorkshire moors. Two 'slices', with butter and beans, all for £2.50. What more could you ask for after 32 miles of cycling? (Well a mug of coffee as it happens ..)

Too soon Mike is saying we ought to be on our way. Come on legs - start bending again. The route is through the villages towards the north of Hampshire along some roads that have hardly seen a car on them in years. Plaitford, Landford, Hamptworth, Lover, Woodgreen and Breamore where we cross the main road by the Bat and Ball pub.

And then down to Fordingbridge. This is where I noticed that rather distinctive wobble you get when the back tyre is going flat. The wheel starts to move sideways, slipping on the flat tyre. As usual, it was the back tyre. That is always the more tricky one to do because of having the chain and cassette and it makes for dirty hands as well. Good thing I'm not a fanatic about keeping the bike prestine. My nice new type had a tiny bit of flint stuck in it. We had come along a road that had a lot of gavel and stones on it and this one had got stuck in the rubber. So I had my first experience of a roadside puncture repair. Encouraged by two others, this was accomplished in pretty quick time. And thanks to the wonderful invention of CO2 canisters, 100lb pressure was acheived in about 2 seconds. So replace the wheel and on to banana break the other side of Fordingbridge.

No more hills to do after that. Just some long stretches where you can put your head down and do decent speeds for several miles at a time. So we were back pretty much on schedule. The mileage was just short of 70 miles, so the total for the week was 225 miles. No aches or pains afterwards - I'm beginning to feel that I might be ready for Paris.

At home, I found two friends waiting to give me a £40 donation! If you want to help me to the goal of £3000, £5 would help very much. After all, if you buy two cups of Costa coffee, it would set you back about that. And this is for a very good cause to help people who just need a little bit of help so that they can help themselves.

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8 days to go.

This has been a good week. Plenty of miles in the mornings and then afternoons as tourists around the area. And on Wednesday, my brother called in to see us while they are stying at Rockley Park for a few days.

All the miles have been done up and down the chines along the coast between Sandbanks and Hengistbury Head. So nothing long, but some pretty steep little climbs on some of these roads. The weather has been kind (except Wednesday) and so it has been possible to clock up nearly 160 miles so far. I'm rather hoping to add 70 miles to that tomorrow morning with the CTC group. That will be a good last week of training.

Next week will be relaxing a bit with a couple of gym visits to keep things ticking over and then the adventure really starts. It still seems a bit unreal but I have a feeling that will change fairly smartly when we set off. The first day looks pretty easy, but then it starts to hot up on the second day and that continues for the third and fourth days as well.

So we have enjoyed looking round Swanage, Wimborne, Lymington etc. in the afternoons. The model village at Wimborne is always worth a visit. And Lymington is particularly relaxing if you just sit and watch what is going on in the harbour and marina. You can almost fall asleep. Or maybe that is just our age.

Sponsorship is going well. The amount raised 2 years ago on the London/Paris ride has been exceeded already. With pledges and other donations that I know are yet to come in, I am quietly confident that we will reach £3000. I'm doing my part - if you can help with a few pounds, please do!

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How frustrating it must be ..

Just a short post. The paralympics have been opened by Stephen Hawking. He is probably the most high profile victim of MND. And although his body is clearly suffering, equally clearly, his mind is as alert and active as ever. This is the frustration that so many people find when they are struck down with MND. Slowly (in some cases more quickly), the body stops working and the body can't keep up.

This is why I'm raising money for both support and research. The support aspect will help to equip people with the the gadgets that make it possible for them to live a life that is as close to normal as possible. The money for research will help to find the cause and possible cures for this horrible condition.

Take all look at Pauline Hardy's blog which is very honest. Look at Maria's facebook page which gives day to day reflections. See what Liam Dwyer is doing with his web site. All three have been diagnosed with MND for various lengths of time. And then, maybe, you can visit my JustGiving page, if you have not already done so?

Life's little mysteries.

There many things in life that I don't really understand. In fact, as time goes by, I find that there are more and more things I don't understand. It was Bernard Lovell who (it is reported) said in recent years that we understood nothing. He was talking about the universe. My little conumdrums are somewhat more humdrum.

Today we have been to Wilton Shopping Village. This followed lunch at the Sticky Bun tea shop in the garden centre at Fordingbridge. The Sausages in Onion Gravy was just right for bank holiday Monday when it is wet and chilly.

Wilton Shopping Village has changed a lot since we were last there. At first sight it looked as though Pavers (shoe shop) had left. But they have in fact just moved into a different unit. When we went in, I was struck by the the notices on the wall. One of these said 'If you cannot see what you are looking for, please ask out staff'. I resisted the urge to ask where the Sellotape was. Then there was a pair of notices - a blue one reading 'Shoes for Him' and a red one reading 'Shoes for Her'. Since coming home, I have looked on Wikipedia (which does have some basis of fact) and have found that the ratio of male to female (human) population of the UK is 1.05:1. What this means is that in every 1000 births, you can expect that roughly 512 will be male and 488 female.

Of course, I am prepared to believe that there might be regional variations in this ratio. This is, for instance, the case in our household where the girls won 2-0. But I know of a compensating case where it was 2-0 the other way round and another case where the boys won 4-0. Overall, though it should be, apparently 512-488. But even allowing for regional variations (and the Wikipedia page gives a break-down by country) the ratio should not vary by much more than 1 or 2 percent. (I turns out that all over the world, in every country, the males win by a small margin.)

So here is the little mystery. Why was it that 'Shoes for Her' had about 70% of the floor space and 'Shoes for Him' had the other 30%? And in my experience, this seems to be the case in just about all shoe shops, and clothes shops. And on top of that, it seems that shops that cater specifically for ladies/men are in about the same proportion.

There are many mysteries like this. The standard cyclist's problem is why the wind is always in your face. Actually, this is easy. If you are going 20 mph into still air, you are effectively creating a 20 mph wind against you. So unless you are travelling in the same direction as the wind, and the wind is faster than you are, it feels as though you have a head wind. What was nice this morning was going up the hill in Haven Road where I was moving at about 12 mph and the wind was about 20 mph behind me. That will suit me fine if it happens on 13th Sept at the col de la faucile.

Also on the positive side, the new wheels are amazing. They feel about one gear better than the old ones. That is very good news. Just a short ride this morning, but I'm hoping to get a longer one tomorrow morning before we go out and become tourists - I hope this will be the pattern for the week.

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Expect the unexpected

I suppose last Saturday was a portent of things to come. This week has not worked out how I expected and hoped. I knew that I was due in London on Tuesday. But the meeting I went for didn't actually happen. Then on Wednesday I had work to do in the evening, and on Thursday as well. So no gym visits.

Then I took my bike in for its service on Thursday and it wasn't in the diary. So I left it anyway but it didn't get done until Friday. And even then, it needed a part that had to be ordered, so it wasn't ready until today. But the paper with my phone number on it was mislaid so I didn't know it was ready until I rang at 16:30 by which time it was raining heavily.

Before that, Simon (who was going to keep me company on a 60 mile ride) found out that he had a wedding to go to on Saturday and couldn't make if after all.

So the effect of all this has been considerably less miles than I wanted to do this week. However, I have a half new bike as it transpired that I had worn out the wheels to a dangerous extent, and the cassette had taken so much of a bashing on the hills that it needed changing etc., etc. So I'm looking forward to trying it out on Monday - except the forecast indicates that a boat would be more use than bike. But I'm off all week and Tuesday looks promising.

I have been to the gym this evening though and done the usual 12 km on maximum restistance. I'm not sure if it was the frustration or just the fact that I've had a week of nothing, but I took over 2 minutes off the time for this doing it in just under 40 minutes. That is encouraging. I hope I shall be able to repeat this on 13th of next month on the last day of the ride after the 260 miles of the first 3 days. (Ouch - is it really 260 miles in the first 3 days. Yes, in fact probably nearer 270.)

And also on a positive note, I'm looking forward to meeting up with Thommy Brolin (not the footballer, but his namesake, also from Sweden) who works in Zurich and is coming to Gevena to meet up again. He was the closest colleague I have ever had and who I haven't seen for nearly 17 years. We worked together in UK, Sweden, Finland, Estonia and Ireland over the course of about 5 years and he was not just a wonderful colleague but a very close friend. It will be so good to see him again.

Not only (but also, for those of us of a certain age), it turns out that Maria and Terry Watton will also be in Geneva at that time, so I will meet up with them as well. Which is fitting, because Maria (on the left of this photo) is one of those people for whom I am doing the fundraising. She has MND and is getting to the stage of having to use wheelchair far more now. She and Terry were recently married. Take a look at Maria's facebook page.

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17 days to go ..

Three weeks today I should be at the top of the col de la faucile. There is a fair chance that I'll be a bit out of breath, but we are told that there may be a glimpse of the Matterhorn in the distance. As log as there is not fog, of course. Or rain. Or snow.

What this means is that there are only 16 days until we set of for Paris - 17 days until we start cycling. At the moment, I feel unreasonably relaxed about it. Perhaps reality will hit home soon.

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The Art of Improvisation

It is difficult to know where to start with this. I suppose the beginning is the obvious place, but it is not entirely obvious where the beginning is. Let's start with the fact that we asked John to plan a tough route in the Peak District as this is the final get together before the Paris/Geneva ride. John did this admirably, using RideWithGPS.com. The profile of the route was horribly up and down and it was eagre anticipation (otherwise known as trepidation) that we met at 8:30 outside the Premier Inn at Chesterfield West. (If you are looking for a place to stay in that area I can recommend it.) There were four of us this time - Alex, Paddy, John and me.

Off we set. the magic number in my mind was 19. This was the number of miles until the first big test. The weather was a little overcast, but that didn't dampen our spirits. It was not long until we missed a turn. No problem - IMPROVISE! GPS is a wonderful thing and we found that there was another turn just a hundred metres further on. The minor snag was that this road started off OK, but then turned into a stony path with muddy puddles, suitable only for horses (I know this because two horses - with riders attached - came up the path as we went down it). So we had the first taste of walking, rather than riding. This was only half a mile so not too bad.

Then came THE HILL. I can report that this was suitably bad and I will admit to stopping a couple of times to get the heart rate back down to sensible levels before continuing. But we all made it to the top without any walking. On to Chapel-en-le-Frith. The day was already turning into something a bit unusual. We came across a cafe which was run by the Methodist Church across the road. It was a nice little place and had toasted tea cakes so we sat down. Shortly afterwards, an older couple came in and the lady commented on Alex's jersey which was the one we had done for the London/Paris ride 2 years ago. It turned out her brother-in-law in Australia had recently been diagnosed with MND and she gave us £20 by way of sponsorship. They were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary that day.

The next piece of improvisation came about 8 miles further on when the decision was taken to change the route slightly to cut out Macclesfield. Having never been there, I can't comment on whether this was a good move or not, although I always feel the name suggests a visit is not of the essence. But it is always a risk changing things when you are not too sure about what the new arrangement means. The gizmos all said straight on. But the sign said 'Dead End'. Luckily, there was a lady doing the flowers at a tiny church (we hadn't seen any houses for miles, so I'm not sure why the church was there in the first place). She was local and seemed to have been local all her life so she was able to give us good advice and pointed at gap in the hills where the road went. She said something about 'a bit of a hill'. What we didn't know (yet) was that this change of route was leading us to another absolute stinker of a hill, slightly steeper that the first one. It is perhaps as well that the sign saying 22% was at the top, after we had struggled up it, rather than at the bottom to advertise how bad it was going to be. It had cut out perhaps 4 miles of distance, but hadn't cut out any of the altitude gain. Roughly translated, that means STEEP.

So to lunch at the Cat and Fiddle and a relatively uneventful leg onto Buxton for tea. Only two more hills to go - about 10 miles, surely no longer than about 45 minutes, even if the hills were steep. The first hill was nasty and needed one recovery stop. Then came the last hill. By this time I was beginning to feel a bit weary and I decided that I would walk 100 yeards at the bottom where it was steepest. The others shot ahead. The gradient slackened a little so I got back on the bike and was suprised to see everyone in a huddle another 400 yeards further up. The 'road' that showed up very clearly on Goole maps was not a road at all. It wasn't even a gravel path. It was moreorless a rock climb. After a little discussion, we agreed to head across a field pushing/carrying the bikes on the basis that the row of posts we could see a couple of hundred yards away looked like the road again. After two stiles and a couple of small streams, we were proved sort of right, except it was still not suitable for riding. To cut a long story short, there followed a 3 mile walk across rocks and fields populated by sheep making a silly noise before we eventually found a tarmac road. Fortunately, the GPS signal had been strong enough to help out and we came out on the main road, just about a mile from the Premier Inn. We are going to suggest to the Olympic committee that this should be considered as a new event for 2020.

So we finished at about 7pm. Alex and Paddy had the job of explaining to their respective wives why they were going to be late. John's wife Alison was waiting for us already, having spent the day in Sheffield. This was undoubtedly the toughest ride of the year (and probably my life). It was also the most unusual. John actually did a magnificent job arranging it. And it also went a long way towards justifying the description of 'flat' that he had used for the last 30 miles of the Chilterns ride in May. The pictures are also mainly John's - thank you.

So I'm as ready as I ever will be for the main event in 3 weeks time. It will be mainly 'maintenace' type training from now on. There will be some longish rides on Saturdays, I hope, but they won't have 20-25% gradients in them.

On the sponsorship side - I have just passed £2000. £3000 is possible and that would do so much good. Click here to go to my JustGiving page.