Lea Valley CC — ECCA Festival circuit races at Hog Hill (Sat 2...

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ECCA Festival circuit races at Hog Hill (Sat 2 May, 2015)

For the first time this season, those of us in the fledgling ‘race squad’ managed to organise ourselves and get a reasonable number to enter the same race and ride together. For those who don’t know, the ECCA is an association of cycling clubs broadly covering east London, Essex and bits of East Anglia, and every year on the May Day weekend the ‘festival’ takes place, which sees a programme of time trials, road races and various other events taking place at different locations. Each rider that takes part represents their club and tries to score points which will help their club win the overall competition. Last Saturday saw six of us (me, Alex, Tim, David, Carsten and Lewis) enter the 3rd and 4th cat ECCA Festival circuit race at Hog Hill - the biggest Lea Valley CC entry in a road race since…well, I have no idea, but certainly since I joined in 2008 and probably much longer.

I rode over to Hainault into a nasty headwind. I was greeted at Hog Hill by Mark Freeman, who had presumably been there for the 10-mile TTs which our club had helped put on earlier that day. He told me he had heard that the race would be on the lower circuit only, avoiding the hill. I was delighted by this news - no Hoggenberg! no technical cornering! However, this turned out to be a misunderstanding - it was the Go-Race event (before our race, and featuring Armin Hersch for LVCC) which would (mostly) use the lower circuit, while we would do the real thing.

Lessons had been learnt from previous circuit races: we would try to line up at the front of the grid, even if it meant missing out on a minute or two of warm up. So this is what we did: at the front David and Alex: David who had moved up to 3rd cat with early season successes, but who was still smarting from his cyclopark experience; Alex who was well on the way to getting the 3rd cat status he had narrowly missed out on last season, but who had been disappointed to be a ‘DNF’ at the Essex Roads CC road race the previous weekend (alongside recently returned road racer Paul)*. I was right behind them - a pleasing (but non-point-scoring) result in my last road race, but three weeks without a race since then. Then behind me came Tim (who had shown he had the legs in his last race, but was infuriated to find himself dragging along a group of ‘chasers’ that didn’t want to help him chase) and Lewis (who was doing his first crit and had borrowed my unlucky Lea Valley race jersey). Somewhere else in the pack was Carsten, invisible in his non-club kit, a victim of the ever-delayed arrival of new jerseys for purchase.

And then…we were off! Except my left pedal spun wildly round and round as I failed to clip into it and I found myself falling back from 10th to 50th place in the space of less than a minute. As we reached the bottom of the descent and approached the right hand turns, I took a glance over my shoulder and saw just a dozen or so riders behind me. It wasn’t long before many of them were dropped - the pace was ferocious, over 25mph at first (which is far from easy with that climb every three minutes). Tim came past me and I jumped onto his wheel, but it proved impossible to stay together for more than a minute with the constant dodging, weaving and accelerations. 

About three laps in there was a near-crash somewhere up ahead as we hit the left turn at the bottom of the ‘Berg. A shout and then thirty riders desperately reaching for their brakes and swerving and then…nothing - the expected sight of spreadeagled riders and carbon crunching on tarmac thankfully didn’t materialise. At the time it was a mystery, but from post-race discussions it seems that this was when David (much further forwards in the bunch) found himself almost squeezed onto a cone and had to take evasive action. This loss of momentum almost did for me and I found myself cresting the hill a few bike lengths of the back of what remained. There were various Lea Valley people around shouting their support, most of which was much-appreciated, but as I struggled breathlessly along the finishing straight it was Mike Keen’s voice I heard shouting something like ‘Pah! What are you doing getting dropped already?’. I briefly considered getting off and punching him, but instead dug in and chased my way back on - actually he may have been shouting at Lewis who, unseen by me, was in a small group who had already become detached.

For me the elastic finally broke on the sixth lap and I found myself in a group of four with two Southend Wheelers and Carlito from Eagle RC. To be honest, even though we were only a quarter of the way through the race, I felt utterly destroyed. I had averaged 24.6mph in those opening laps and even though we were now going at a relatively sedate 22mph I was barely clinging on - we were together for about half an hour and I spent at most a minute on the front during that time. And then the lead group were upon us. David and Carsten greeted me with a cheery ‘hello’ as they whizzed past while I explained that I was lapped and hadn’t just been hiding somewhere off the front all this time. My legs were shot to pieces and I lost the whole group on the climb. Shortly after, in the distance, I saw Tim losing contact. I thought we might team up, but we stayed frustratingly 30 seconds or so apart for an eternity. All I wanted to do at this point was stop, but I had told everyone before we started that you had to finish the race to score festival points, so I felt it would be hypocritical if I dropped out before being told to do so. So I ground my way hopelessly round on my own until they finally put me out of my misery after an hour and five minutes. Lewis had stopped some time before (but hopefully wasn’t put off by the experience - if you’re reading Lewis, it’s not normally quite as difficult as this) so I joined him and the Lea Valley crowd to watch the last few laps unfold.

Now for the stories from those who survived a bit longer:

Tim: Wow! What a pace! Now that I’ve got a few races in my legs, I feel as though I’m adapting to crits, but nothing prepared me for the intensity race at Hog Hill.
Firstly, the circuit is challenging to someone new to racing. The corners are tough to get the right line through without the added complication of riding in a bunch.
Secondly, the bunch was a real mixed bag. 3rd and 4th cat Seniors and Juniors meant that there was a real mix of abilities. The differing of levels and experience made it even more complicated to hold line when chancers are diving in and out in front of you.
Finally, the hill. A short sharp climb is nothing in a normal ride, but in a race it’s a really tough element to conquer. Initially I thought I could use this to my advantage, and did get ahead of several in the bunch on the climb during the first few laps. Despite that, the majority of the bunch managed to come back together almost immediately after the climb. After repeated sprints up the Hoggerthon my legs began to give up.
I tried my best to hold on and push my way to the front. However a combination of not being aggressive enough and struggling up the hill at full sprint meant I drifted to the back, only to be dropped after 45 minutes, and lapped around the 1 hour mark.
Despite six Lea Valley riders in the race, the amount of movement around the peloton made it impossible to stick together and work as a team. Well we were supported and cheered on by a number of members of the club, who gave me the encouragement to keep going when I was really suffering.
It was great to see Alex and Carsten finish in the bunch, and as always, excellent practice for the rest of us.

David: Reasonably uneventful race from me. I got a warm up and good place on the starting line which is something I learned from my last race; however, I nearly came a cropper with a pedal strike when leaning into the first hairpin leading the race! Oops!

The bunch generally went round and round, compressing and nearly stalling in the headwind sections before charging up the Hoggenberg, lap after lap. I stuck in until 3 laps from the end when I got simultaneous cramps in both my hamstrings when out of the saddle on the hill. Following an abrupt dismount/tumble into the grass, a spectator was kind enough to help me stretch them out whilst I lay on my back. Sweet relief!

A better performance than last week where I just quit after 15 mins, but annoying to have to stop so close to the end. I still feel very clumsy and uncomfortable in the close quarters of the bunch which cost me a lot of effort in lost places and lines as I kept back and hesitated. I did improve slightly over the duration, feeling better towards the end than after the start. Fingers crossed this will carry through in some way to my next outing, where I hope the cramps will hold off!

Alex: Lining up on the start line with 5 LVCC riders gave me a proud feeling. Would we play any race tactics? Who knew. But the first team move was to camp on the start line to avoid being stuck at the back.  Well done David.

The flag drops and we are off. I sprint to the front to stay safe through the first corner. I stay on the front until David comes past about half way through the lap. He shouts “we’re winning” if only it were that simple. David flys in to a corner a little too keen and strikes his pedal… But saves it. Drama over

From this point the race takes shape. A few crazy attacks. Lots of shouting.
Then after about 45-55 mins the bunch slows in the usual place at the bottom of the hoggenberg. I see a few guys spread up the road and have a dog** just to keep the pace high. I’m away. Heart rate soaring. Legs crying but I keep going. 2 laps later I’m back in the bunch. But it was fun. A few riders were dropped and others were tired.

The pace stays high, the race drags for what feels like forever. It’s an hour plus 5 but we end up riding for 1hr20 for 31miles @24.5mph avg. The bell lap comes, I’m looking round for Carsten and we have a chat. He looks cooked. No sign of David. So I go for it myself. I took the inside (steepest) line up to the finish. I start at almost last place and make up about 15 spots but for all the shouting I did, I couldn’t get past the last few riders. 14th and my first finish in a ¾ race.

So, Alex just outside the points, Carsten (who had worked a night shift prior to the race) towards the rear of the pack of about 30 who managed to finish, David cramping up just before the finish (but doing well up to then), Tim fighting hard, surviving for a long time and gaining valuable experience, and me and Lewis being tortured. Not a bad day’s work.

Trevor has some photos, but they are so large we haven’t been able to transfer them yet - a future treat.

*last season I finished this race towards the rear of the bunch in 40-somethingth place so obviously Alex and Paul will be beating a path to my doorstep asking for advice on how to finish such events

**apparently this was a typo and should say ‘dig’, but I’ve taken an editorial decision not to change it