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May Day weekend continued: an epic ride and a stage race

Not content with the ECCA races, some of our members were straight back out again on the Sunday morning, piling on the miles in the pouring rain, and then decided that it would be a really good idea to get up early on the Bank Holiday Monday and ride all the way down to Brighton. And then all the way back again. Madness. Tim has the story:

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Winter riding for me has been little more than sprint and short hill training, so I jumped at the chance to take on a epic ride to Brighton and back on Bank Holiday Monday. The route was challenging and not the most direct. Legendary climbs of Ditchling Beacon on the way out, and Box Hill on the return leg, thrown in for good measure. Thanks to Jamie for plotting the route, and joining us all the way to the Isle of Dogs.

Monika and Adam were going as far as Brighton, with Carsten joining in Brighton for the return leg. That left Alex, Soren and I to pace ourselves for the whole 140 mile trip. It should be mentioned that both Monika and Carsten were riding after nightshifts. Monika decided that sleep would be a hinderance, and came out cycling without sleep. Crazy stuff!
Rides that take us south of London are always a bit frustrating for the first 20 miles. Progress through the suburban sprawl is slow, even first thing on a bank holiday Monday. Once we escaped London, we were treated to Kent and Sussex countryside. Having done a few rides along these roads, we raced each other to the top of the short climbs, and perfected our cornering on the descents. Great fun!
However, with Ditchling Beacon at the end of the first leg, we were all saving our energies for the beast of a climb. Ditchling Beacon is challenging. With switchback corners, it’s long and very steep in places. The views over Sussex from half way up don’t help, tempting riders to get off and gape. Alex, Soren and I had little time for scenery. Riding together with a good pace, overtaking those who had resigned themselves to pushing their bikes up. Ditchling has a false summit, which tricks many riders. Unfortunately for Alex he fell victim to it, attacking only to realise that he wasn’t at the top. I took this as my opportunity to break away. Legs aching, lungs gasping. Desperate to avoid the embarrassment of being overtaken after an attack kept me going. Incredibly I had made it, first to the top, comfortably beating my PB.
After we regrouped and congratulated ourselves we freewheeled into Brighton for fish and chips. Not the best energy food, but we were by the sea. When in Rome!
At Brighton we said goodbye to Monika and Adam, and hello to Carsten “The Motor” Melidant. Carsten, combined with a tailwind, was a godsend. Alex, Soren and I tucked in and sat on Carsten’s wheel, achieving high speeds with very little pedalling. A good opportunity to conserve energy and digest our fish lunch.
That winning formula was broken when we reached Box Hill. Another legendary climb. Box Hill is less steep than Ditchling, but a constant gradient. Not welcomed after 90+ miles of cycling. Carsten, having fresh legs, shot off and rose to the top of Box Hill, leaving Alex and I to battle it out for second place.
It was a game of cat and mouse, Alex sitting on my wheel before sprinting off, letting me catch up and sprinting off again. I had suffered for most of the afternoon and was quite happy to let him have 2nd place.
The last leg home through Surrey and London was a case of trying to battling exhaustion to avoid the forecast rain. We were treated to a refreshing drizzle, managing to avoid the worst of the evening’s downpour.
I arrived home with 143 miles in my legs. Tired, hungry but very pleased with what was a great day of riding. Nothing better than spending a Bank Holiday with your friends racing through the countryside.

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Monika’s headless selfie at the Isle of Dogs

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Adam reaching on Ditchling Beacon

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and Monika doing the same.

Meanwhile, Pedro was completing the final stage of an unusual stage race. The Condor Cycles London 3-Day is a stage race for 2nd and 3rd cat riders made up of three crits on three different circuits. Here are Pedro’s reports of the action:

1st day (Velopark):

There was a strong field of about 70 riders. A mixture of 2nd and 3rd cat riders were eager to get going despite the strong wind.  Amongst the contenders there were juniors and teams with up to 5 riders each. It was set to be a tough competition on a hard day of racing.

Throughout the race there were plenty of breakaways pushing on the peloton. During the two Primes and during the race in general I saw for the first time ‘team trains’ forming with up to 5 riders leading the peloton. It was quite an experience seeing the peloton string out when these teams were pushing the pace. (I reckon LVCC racing squad would benefit from racing together…)

Even though it was stated that the race would be 80 km it was only 60 km which was unexpected since I was expecting it to be harder. Finally on the last 3 laps the peloton got very nervous and as per usual riders were fighting for position which led to a massive crash in the last meters. I was just behind the crash and saw about 15 riders pilling up on top of each other. I managed to break and swerve to finish with a half gas sprint to the line. I am not sure of the position but it is definitely inside top 30.

(NB - Pedro was one of about 30 riders all given joint 11th place, presumably because of the mayhem of the crash)

2nd day (Hillingdon):

A top 20 finish (excuses apart I think I could get a better place if I chose the right wheel. I was blocked off on the final meters).                
The day was sunny but very windy again.  However, we had to wait 30 minutes to start racing. There was a cyclist that broke his collarbone in the previous race and was lying on the middle of the circuit waiting for an ambulance. Hard is the life of an amateur cyclist…         

The racing was good and I think I am finally finding my racing legs.As usual there were two primes which were hard fought by the teams involved. Being on my own racing is harder in comparison to racing with a team. It is very obvious when you see the damage the teams have been causing in these races.      

Today I saw a Fabian Cancelara move being pulled off with 18 laps to go. The guy eventually won the race. Yesterday the same guy got 3rd place which just goes to show that tomorrow he is a marked man. This is the beauty of stage racing, you get to know your opponents and which riders to mark and which to avoid.

There was no crashes today which was good. I saved myself for the final sprint but chose the wrong wheel on the home straight. I am at the moment inside the top 20 in the GC which was my aim from the start. Tomorrow my aim is going to be to position myself better.

3rd day (Cyclopark):

So after 3 days of racing I am exhausted! After yesterday’s race I was in exactly 20th place in the General Classification. However today things didn’t go as planned…

The day was clear but windy AGAIN. Honestly I am starting to develop a grudge against head hind. As all the riders lined up at the start, the race commissar announced all the primes and to my surprise the first prime was going to be in two lap’s time. I thought to myself that it would break the peloton right away.

Well guess what guys! It did… With two laps done I can honestly say that 10 riders lost contact with the bunch. From then on it was a fight for survival for everyone. The GC leaders were pushing up the pace and with the tight corners at the Cyclo Park it wasn’t long until riders started dropping like dead flies. I lasted 45 min. in the main bunch which I thought was reasonable (in hindsight). During these 45 min. what I did was basically High Intensity interval training. As I was approaching the tight bends the front of the peloton was already sprinting out of the corner which was hardcore since as I sprinted to catch them up they increased the pace again.
Eventually I lost contact but I have to say that by this time there were around 20 riders left on the main bunch. I am hoping I can maintain my GC position. For the remaining one hour and twenty minutes of my race I decided to carry on riding as hard as I could. I got to mop up some riders that were dropped from the main bunch and teamed up with a guy from Brixton Cycles Club to make a chain gang which was the best way to survive the rest of the race.

I have to say that my experience of riding the 3 day stage event was very good. The peloton was polite and organised which proved to be my best experience of riding in a bunch so far. For example: riders pushed you on to close wheels and were aware of their surroundings. People got seconds deducted from their GC classification for swearing.

Tactically this event was an eye opener in terms of what the circuits can offer you and HOW important a team is. In addition this event also made me think about how much time, effort and money some riders put into cycling. I can honestly say that my bike and kit were probably the cheapest of the peloton. You suddenly realise how out of your depth you are, when teams show up with team cars, rollers/turbos and an array of support staff. Some riders were warming on their training wheels which were the wheels I was using to race! CRAZY… I can only speculate that some of those carbon wheels alone were more expensive than my whole bike.

Well enough said!

(For the record, only 41 riders managed to survive the full three days. Pedro came 24th overall in the end, a very creditable 5th-highest of the 3rd cats)